Forbidden Love With the Marine by Burke, Dez (best books to read in your 20s txt) 📕

Her eyelids fluttered open when he finally broke the kiss and slid his lips down her neck to her

breasts. By the time he suckled each nipple with the same meticulous fervor, Olivia was grinding her pussy upon his groin. She was hungry to have him inside again despite her recent climax. She

marveled at how much he made her desire him so that in minutes, he had her on fire for him again.

“I need to be looking in your beautiful face when I cum,” Ivan said thickly, moments before

sliding his granite-hard cock back into her tight wetness. Olivia spread her legs wider and clutched at his shoulders, unable to do more than nod in reply. As he started to move…faster, and faster…all she could hold on to was their shared passion; the way he nuzzled her neck as he drove into her with

battering thrusts.

“Damn…so tight,” Ivan groaned, lifting his face from her neck to gaze down at her. “I feel like I

could gladly stay inside you the whole night. This feels so fucking good.”

“I know,” Olivia panted, her pussy contracting repeatedly on his cock. He kept moving and

rolling his hips in that way that sent her to the stars. Her arms and legs wrapped around him tighter than ever, sending him deeper into her soft, giving snugness. He thrust, and thrust, each one causing him to grind against her mound to bring even more sensual friction.

“All the way, baby,” he suddenly groaned, plundering her moistened walls harder and harder.

“You and me. You ready?”

“Yes,” Olivia said with a soft sigh, gazing straight up into his eyes. Neither of them looked

away, locked in their age-old dance of passion. Ivan stared into her face as if to memorize every look of ecstasy crossing her features. After so many weeks of tormented separation, it seemed like he

wanted to draw out their lovemaking as long as he could.

Olivia heard the hitch in his breath as he quickened his pace until she felt winded from the

recklessly delicious speed. At that rate and depth, there was no way either of them could hold back for much longer. Olivia felt his shaft swell and then start to throb deep inside her squeezing pussy.

Their cries of release mingled and echoed in perfect sync as her pussy vibrated around him. Olivia’s hips rode up to meet his. Together, they quivered through the passionate storm, lost to everything else but themselves for those long, thrilling moments of their jointed orgasm.

Olivia had felt so close to him in that instant – as if nothing could ever be between them. But

now they were to be separated by distance, time and space.

“Can’t you please at least tell me where you’re going?’ she had pleaded, her fingers clinging to

his shoulders as he’d drawn her tight against him before they slept.

“I can’t, baby,” he told her gently. “But one thing I can say…is that when I get back, I owe you a serious explanation. We’re going to have a good talk and straighten things out between us. Okay, my little dove?”

As hazy as that assurance had been, Olivia had nodded eagerly. He wasn’t making any real

promises. He hadn’t even told her he loved her. But Olivia was hopeful that the time would come

when he’d withhold nothing from her. Not his body…and certainly not his heart.

Yes, she was hoping for a lot of things – most of all, that her Marine hero lover would return to

her safe, and whole. In the agonizing weeks that followed, it was a prayer that was all she lived and breathed for…

Chapter Thirteen

Darkness had fallen.

As in all rescue missions, timing was vital. Stealth and the element of surprise were just as

critical to ensuring that things went according to plan. Ivan knew that if he or any of his team put even a foot wrong, then the night’s hostage rescue would end in tragedy.

And yet Ivan chose to consider only one outcome: success. An innocent life depended on it, not

to forget the lives of the rescue forces involved. All three men were equipped with the weapons, night vision aids and helmet-mounted cameras suited to the nocturnal operation.

They’d been flown in earlier via helicopters and then were dropped on the perimeter of the

jungle from where they then hiked the three miles to the kidnappers’ camp. It was hoped that any noise from the choppers had been deadened by the dense jungle, ensuring that nothing would alert the

kidnappers of his squad’s impending raid. In just minutes, Ivan and his fellow Marines would be

closing in on the cavern where the hostage was kept guarded. Giving their radios and weapons one

last check, they awaited the order to attack.

When they finally struck, they moved in quickly with the intent of accomplishing the simple

assignment: retrieve the hostage, execute the kidnappers. All three Marines burst into the darkness and dispatched four sentries with their silenced weapons.

Deep within the cave, another group of guards were waiting. With the same swift killing

technique of double bullets to the forehead, their assault team dropped the surprised guards on the spot around where the hostage was believed to be kept.

With the dead guards lying around them, Ivan and his team mates were suddenly faced with the

realization that the hostage was nowhere to be seen. But that was impossible, Ivan thought; their

command intelligence unit had all but pinpointed the up-to-the-hour location of the captive. Or had the hostage been moved?

They didn’t get a chance to ponder the dreadful prospect. The sound of enemy gunfire filled the

air coupled with shouted words in the local dialect coming from behind them. The Marines turned

swiftly to counter the attack even as Ivan radioed in that their cover was blown and that the hostage was missing.

This was the worst case scenario but then, being a Marine meant you had to be ready to face

any situation that’s forced upon you. It was hard to believe that their tactically planned and rehearsed rescue was going up in smoke.

One thing Ivan knew though; none of his team was going down without a fight…