Enigma: Prologue to Live Wire

Enigma: Prologue to Live Wire by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online

Book: Enigma: Prologue to Live Wire by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online
Authors: Lora Leigh
through her pussy, caressing the sensitive flesh with rapid-fire strokes.
    Her gaze locked with his, mesmerized with the brilliancy of the blue, held in thrall with the hunger and the need reflected in them.
    A hunger and need that tore through her, that rose with each thrust, with each forceful entry, into the clenching flesh surrounding him.
    “Tehya.” Her name seemed torn from his lips as her legs wrapped around his hips, her nails digging into his arms. “God yes, baby. Fuck me.”
    His voice was harsher, thicker.
    Tehya felt the waves of sensation gathering in her womb. The clenching tightness that echoed to her pussy, spasmed through it. Her clit swelled, tightened.
    She could feel his cock, thicker, harder than before as each thrust began to tighten, shorten.
    Sensation began to burn in her clit, her pussy. Her breaths became moans, rising with each shocking burst of pleasure as she felt the pleasure tightening inside her, burning, flaming out of control, until it suddenly exploded like fireworks gone wild.
    His name became a wailing moan. As her hips arched, she felt her pussy tightening, clenching on his thrusting cock a second before the world melted around her.
    Ecstasy began to thunder through her. A storm of sensation exploded through her in rapturous bursts, arching her body, shuddering through it as she felt Jordan thrust in hard, deep. He jerked her against him, his hard, muscular body rippling with pleasure as he began spilling inside her.
    Spurting deep and hot, his release swept through her senses as her own seared her nerve endings and left her gasping at the intensity of her own orgasm.
    She didn’t know if she was breathing. She didn’t care if the world itself rained down upon them. Nothing mattered but this pleasure and the white hot mix of sensation and emotion rising through her.
    Emotion.
    She had sworn she would never love, but she knew, six years before, that was a promise she would end up breaking.
    She loved Jordan Malone.
     

    He’d just destroyed both of them.
    Jordan stared at the ceiling above him as he held Tehya in his arms and knew he had made a huge mistake.
    He’d fought this for six years. Fought it and swore he’d never give into it, because he knew it had no future. That he had no future with her.
    Tehya had that love of danger, the addiction to the adrenaline rush, the same as he had. He’d seen it in her far too many times.
    She wouldn’t let it go. She would find trouble if she stayed with him. They would tempt each other, dare each other, and eventually, he feared, find trouble that would end up getting them both killed.
    And even if he was wrong, even if she was the home-and-hearth type, there was always the risk that his enemies, those made before his time in the Elite Ops, would find him. And when they found him, they would find his weakness.
    Tehya.
    “Nothing to say?” she whispered from where she lay against him, obviously awake.
    When he said nothing, she moved.
    Rolling from his side, she rose from the bed, and moving slowly, wearily, collected her gown from the floor and pulled it over her head.
    Wiping his hand over his face, Jordan rose himself, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched her broodingly. Son of a bitch, this was one of the reasons he hadn’t taken her to his bed. Tehya wasn’t a one night stand, and he had known it.
    And hurting Tehya was something he had tried desperately not to do.
    Something he had known from the beginning that he had no choice in.
     

    Tehya promised herself she wouldn’t cry. She fought back the tears but she couldn’t fight back the pain clenching her chest and throbbing through her heart.
    She had always assumed a broken heart was more figurative than literal, but she could feel it ripping in half beneath her flesh. Even her bones ached, her ribs felt too tight, under pressure, as though the emotions tearing at her heart were going to burst from her skin as well.
    “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
    Those

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