(LANCE)
The basement mirror room shook as the first explosion rocked the floor above us. Dust rained from the ceiling. The reinforced door held, but the gunfire outside was getting closer.
I had Eliona pressed against the wall of mirrors, her leather cut open, my c**k still buried deep inside her from behind. c*m from the last round dripped down her thighs, but I didn’t pull out. I couldn’t. Not yet.
I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her throat, holding her gaze in the reflection as I started f*****g her again — slow, deep, desperate strokes that made the glass vibrate.
“Say it,” I growled against her ear, thrusting harder. “I need to hear it from your mouth while the world tries to take you from me.”
Eliona’s breath hitched, her palms flat on the mirror, eyes lo
