Her mouth curves against my thigh.“You came here.”
I curse again, louder, my hands fisting in the sheets as the edge creeps up fast and unforgiving.I don’t hold back the sounds.I don’t pretend control I don’t have.
She glances up at me, eyes dark, watching me unravel like it’s something she enjoys cataloging.
“Goddamn,” I grit out.“You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Everything I do is on purpose,” she replies before taking my length in her mouth again.
That nearly does me in.I reach out, fingers tangling in her hair, not pulling, just anchoring.She lets me.Encourages it.
“Don’t stop,” I warn, and she doesn’t.
My release hits hard and fast, ripping through me like something finally snapping clean instead of splintering.I groan, curse, and lose whatever dignity I had left as my cum fills her mouth and she swallows around my length.
She stays there, steady and unbothered, until my breathing evens out and the shaking fades.Then she leans back on her heels and looks at me like she’s just solved a problem.
“You’re welcome,” she says.
I laugh, low and hoarse.“You’re going to get me killed.”
“Please,” she scoffs.“I just saved lives.”
I lean forward and pull her up into my lap, foreheads touching.
“That helped,” I admit.
“I know.”
“This can’t always be how I decompress.”
She shrugs.“Pity.”
I kiss her slowly and deliberate, tasting myself on her mouth without shame.She doesn’t flinch.She never does.The moment stretches giving me a sense of peace I didn’t even know was possible.
The radio on my belt crackles.“Pres.”
I freeze.Raven stills too, eyes flicking to the radio like she might personally murder it.
“Savage,” Saint’s voice cuts in.“We’ve got movement on the east side.Now.”
I close my eyes.
“Of course we do,” Raven mutters.
I rest my forehead against hers for a brief second.“I have to go.”
She nods immediately.No sulking.No guilt.“I know.”
I stand, adjusting my clothes, grounding myself back into leadership mode like flipping a switch.She rises too, smoothing her shirt, expression already sharp again.
“This doesn’t disappear,” she says quietly.
“No,” I agree.“It doesn’t.”
I pause at the door and glance back at her.“Thank you.”
She smirks.“Anytime you need to swear and fall apart.”
