(LANCE)
The clubhouse was locked down tighter than a tomb, but the chapel felt like the only place left that still belonged to us. I had Eliona pressed against the war table again, her leather cut open, legs wrapped around my waist as I f****d her slow and deep, the heavy wooden surface creaking under us.
Every thrust was deliberate, every roll of my hips grinding against her c**t while I held her gaze.
“I love you,” I whispered against her lips, the words raw and unfiltered. “I love you, Eliona. Not just as my Old Lady. Not just as my weakness. I f*****g love you.”
She trembled in my arms, her p***y fluttering around my c**k, but instead of the words I expected, she turned her face away, eyes glistening.
“Don’t,” she whispered, voice breaking. “Don’t say that right now. Not when they
