Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 2)

Pleasure that almost hurts starts to unfurl in the pit of my stomach. My toes literally curl, digging into the flesh on his back. My body jerks as wave after wave of euphoria crashes over me, hitting me so hard that I can’t stop the scream that bubbles out.

In one swift move, his mouth is on mine, and he’s surging inside me, driving into me hard enough to force me up higher on the bed. His lips seal against mine, swallowing the sounds escaping, and his hips continue their hard, but slow thrusts.

It’s so different than it has been. I love kissing him, feeling that connection. It feels good; it feels right. His thrusts turn into a rocking motion, gentling as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and tugs it with his teeth.

Then our eyes meet as he releases my lip, and the intensity of his gaze sears deep inside me. It only seems to make each touch better, stronger… as though it means so much more than it has.

My hands go to his hair as a sheen of sweat gathers over our bodies, but he continues the slow, tormenting pace. His lips come down on mine, and he kisses me almost lazily.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was Drex Caine’s version of making love to me.

His fingers entwine with mine, and he lifts my hands above my head until they’re flat against the pillow. His body moves against mine, skin against skin, and his slow thrusts continue hitting deeply inside me.

Time gets lost to sensation, and I struggle to get my hands free, wanting to hold him to me. He finally releases them, and my arms go around his neck as he grips my hips, using the leverage he finds to drive in even deeper.

“You’re mine,” he whispers across my lips. “Remember that.”

It almost sounds like a plea, but I’m not sure why. His thrusts start to get a little more aggressive, and my body arches into his, as that same, incredible, intense feeling begins to form again.

My back stiffens, and my legs clamp down harder as euphoria explodes through my body, almost shattering every ounce of strength I have. Drex groans into my mouth, still kissing me, still holding me, and still making me feel like I’m all that matters in this moment.

That sexy growl sound he makes sends shivers all down me as he thrusts in really hard one last time, and collapses to my body, almost crushing me.

He curses before flipping to his side, dragging me with him, and staying inside me. I just relax on top of him, unable to move.

“That was intense,” he says, breathing hard.

A smile spreads across my lips, but I nod instead of attempting to form words.

He runs his fingers through my hair until I almost fall asleep, but I wake up when he slides out of me and remember that I have to clean up.

“We should probably make you a doctor’s appointment,” he says as I stand and sway toward the bathroom.

That makes me tense.

“Why?”

“Because I haven’t seen you pop a pill since you got here, and I haven’t worn a condom.”

I relax a little.

“I’m on the shot. I have a standing appointment. Which is… soon-ish.”

He lets his eyes rake over my body in a way that tells me we’re not finished for the day. Which is fine by me.

“Then hurry up and get back so I can take full advantage,” he says with a sexy gravel sound to his voice.

As I slip into the bathroom, a leery feeling sinks in.

“What if those FBI guys follow me and try to question me without anyone around?” I call out from the bathroom while cleaning myself up.

After finishing, I look in the mirror at the girl staring back at me and half wonder what I’ll find if I look close enough. It’s a little worrisome that the girl staring back at me looks torn between happy and afraid.

Not afraid of Drex though. I’m still trying to figure out if that’s stupid or good.

“If they approach you, call one of the guys immediately and don’t say anything until someone gets there. But it seems like they’ve moved their full concentration to Pop.”

That isn’t giving me the peace it should.

“What if your guys don’t believe I’ve kept my mouth shut when they get there?”

Silence answers me, and dread starts to creep in until suddenly a pair of blue eyes meet mine in the mirror and two arms come around my waist.

Drex stands behind me, holding me to him, and keeping his eyes locked on mine through the reflection.

“No one knows that you know anything besides me. I’d never let anyone touch you.”

I want to point out that he didn’t have a say the two times someone has touched me. First the muscled-up baboon, which is a memory I don’t want to deal with. Then Dash was ready to carve me up and feed me to the fishes.