Lifting it again, I gasped. It had fallen open and inside it there were eight miniatures, each enclosed by an equally small frame. A locket.
He wanted the pain along with the pleasure, everything that was going on with his father and his family making him raw and dark on the inside—to the point where he wondered dimly if maybe this was what drove his brother Max. He’d heard about those things Maxwell did—or rumors about them.Maybe this was why. He felt like he had to get the darkness out or it was going to consume him.
Lifting Lizzie up off the floor, he relished the way she locked on to him with her powerful arms. One tearing jerk of the zipper on his slacks and his arousal was ready to go. He split her underwear in two, and then—The roar he let out into her neck was like that of an animal, but he paid no attention to the sound. The slick hold of her sex was a sensation he felt over his entire body, and he orgasmed immediately. So long … so long, that he had dreamed of her, and regretted what had happened, and wanted to do things differently. And now he was where he had prayed to be: With every pumping release into her, he was rewinding time, putting things back to rights, repairing the wrongs.He’d wanted to get with her to briefly take himself out of the present, but it turned out that the experience was more than that. So much more.
But that had always been true about Lizzie. He’d had sex many times in his life.None of it had ever mattered, though … until he’d been with her.
Lizzie hadn’t meant to take things this far.
As Lane orgasmed inside of her, she was swept up along with him, her release echoing his. Fast, so fast, it was all so fast and furious, the deed done and over within moments, the pair of them remaining locked together as the initial wave passed.‘I’ve already interviewed him; we found this out last week,’ interrupted Sparks.
‘What about the records for Andrea’s phone, and social media? I take it those have been requested?’‘Yes,’ said Singh.
‘I’m on it. I requested them this morning, so we’re hoping to get them in the next twenty-four hours,’ said Crane.‘Why weren’t they requested before, when she became a missing person?’ asked Erika.