The Pleasure Principle

But she needed more.

“Please,” she gasped. “Come inside me, D.T. Now.”

As his cock stroked her even harder and faster, Trey shifted a little beneath her and his fingers replaced his tongue. As he stroked her clit with two fingertips, his movements quick and determined, Gizelle knew there was no stopping another mind-blowing orgasm.

She cried out D.T.’s name just as he came, thrusting so deep into her that it prolonged her climax and made her clutch him tight. He growled in that familiar territorial, yet unfamiliar sheer-pleasure way that she found so damned exciting.

“I can’t stop,” she said on a sharp breath. And she came again.

The entire room seemed to spin and the erotic moans and cries of ecstasy from the other patrons filled her ears, along with D.T.’s heavy breathing. Gizelle fought to keep her body steady, when all she really wanted to do was collapse on the sofa and let D.T. fall on top of her. Feeling the heat of his skin and the harsh puffs of his breath on her shoulder kept her in a constant state of arousal. So much so, she only vaguely noticed Trey moving away from her. When she finally registered the void beneath her, she could no longer hold herself up. Stretching out on the sofa on her belly, Gizelle took an unsuspecting D.T. with her.

“Oh, God,” she groaned. “You feel so good.”

His warmth, his very presence, made her shudder.

Gizelle didn’t think she could be more content at this moment. And then D.T. shocked her by pushing her just one more step forward.

“I love you.”

Her heart swelled in her chest as Gizelle gasped for air. Her eyes misted over as she asked, “Are you sure? Because, let’s face it. I tried to manipulate you tonight.”

“No,” he said, his intimate voice a mere whisper in her ear. “You tried to sway me to your side. Tried to get me to do something I wasn’t ready to do.”

He moved away from her, and Gizelle let out a small cry of protest. But then D.T. grabbed her hand and pulled her off the sofa. He moved to the chair, sank into it and pulled her into his lap. Curled up with Gizelle in his la

p, D.T. said, “I support the war. I’m as much a patriot as you are, Gizelle. But I have to keep my identity under wraps. It’s the only way I can do what I do. The only way I can gather intel and supply it to the Protective Forces.”

“Oh, hell,” she groaned as her face pressed into his chest. “Oh, D.T. I’m such an idiot. I never knew.”

“Because I never told you,” he said against her temple, so that only she could hear him. “I didn’t think I could. But you know what?”

She lifted her head, stared him deep in the eye. “What?”

“I can tell you anything.”

Gizelle smiled. “Yes, you can.”

D.T. was quiet a moment before he added, “And we can find some way to work together. To help the Protective Forces to victory. To support each other.”

“D.T.” She whispered his name, then snuggled closer to him as her lips grazed his neck. “Dylan.”

He groaned. Gizelle rushed on. “You disappeared for a reason.”

“Yeah.”

“My family was murdered by Gyllians,” she said. “In front of my own eyes.”

D.T. didn’t say anything, but his arms tightened around her. Several moments passed before he said, “Mine, too.”

Gizelle’s eyes closed. “I’m so sorry. I know how it feels.”

“Then you know why I had to find another way to fight the war?”

She nodded her head. “I only wish you’d told me sooner.”

He shifted beneath her, forcing her to sit up in his lap. Staring deep into his eyes, that’s when she finally realized the truth about the two of them.

“You’re afraid…,” she said, her voice trailing off because she suddenly felt very small. And very vulnerable. “You’re afraid something will happen to me.”