Slowly, she pulled off, peered up at him, her mouth glistening with his pre-juices, her eyes glazed with lust.
“Time to get fucked.”
A guttural groan ripped out of her.
“Condom,” he rasped out.
“I have an IUD,” she said. “I’m clean.”
“Same,” he said. “On all fours, give me your spanked ass.”
She moved into position. He placed his hardness against her soft opening and he tunneled inside, the pleasure shooting through him like a rocket.
Crying out, she lowered herself, letting him sink in further.
With his hands on either hip, he thrust. Over and over, again and again, she urged him on with her words.
“Harder, faster,” she said. “I need this. I love how good you’re fucking me.”
Always a gentleman, he wanted to make sure she was taken care of, but that wasn’t part of this. So, he unleashed the animal lurking inside him, and he fucked her for his own pleasure.
Hard and fast and deep.
“I’m coming,” she cried out as her sweet pussy clamped down on his shaft.
And he released his seed inside her while the orgasm rocked his body.
He was on fire. She’d ignited a part of him that he’d been suffocating. Never before had he felt so alive, so free to be himself sexually. Her strength and confidence as a woman—and as his lover—had unlocked a part of him he’d never dared release.
Slowly, he withdrew, scooped her into his arms, and tumbled into bed. They came together in a feral kiss. Wild and angry. Biting and scratching, her throaty groans were filled with more rage then he’d expected.
“Fuck you, Tank. Fuck you for coming into my life… and for staying.”
She started wailing on him as if out of control. He collected her hands, held them in his own.
“You. Are. It,” he said. “This is it. And we are just getting started.”
“No,” she protested, then she married her lips to his. Her kiss was brutal and violent, until she choked back a sob.
Then, her kiss calmed while he held her close.
“I can’t give you my heart,” she whispered. “It’s painted black.”
He kissed her, softly. “Your heart is already mine, Sydney.”
“I’m sorry,” she said again.
“You’re okay,” he replied. “I will always have your back, for the rest of our lives.”
Tears slid down her cheeks while she clung to him. And that’s when he realized the depth of her apology. She wasn’t justapologizing for leaving tonight. She was apologizing for feeling like she let Naomi down. Not just a teammate, but a friend. She was apologizing for taking the life of every single person she’d killed.
Yes, it was a job, but it was a hard one. Taking a life, even an evil one, took a very specific kind of person. Someone who’d looked into the eyes of God and felt unworthy, despite dispensing God’s justice for the injustice of evildoers.
She’d left her parent’s house because they were at risk the longer she stayed. Because of the Haqazzii terror cell, BLACK OPS was being hunted.
“Let the pain go,” he murmured as he kissed her forehead. “Let it all go. It’s a job. The hardest job, but we didn’t ask for it.”
She peered up with moist eyes. He wiped her streaked cheeks with his thumb, dropped a loving kiss on her lips.
