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The second her warm mouth closes around my cock I groan, through the modulator.

“Fuck, baby… just like that.” She takes me deep, sucking hard, her tongue working the underside while her hand strokes what she can’t fit. The wet heat of her mouth is devastating. I fist a hand in her hair and guide her, but she sets the pace, fast, eager, and determined to take everything.

She pulls back just long enough to look up at me through her lashes.

“I want it all,” she breathes against the head of my cock before swallowing me down again.

I let her work me for long, aching minutes, each suck, each lick, the slide of her tongue, the tight suction of her lips, and the soft, wet sounds she makes as she takes me deeper, are bringing me closer. When I’m throbbing on the edge, I pull her up and onto my lap again.

“Come here, baby. Let me feel you.”

She sinks down onto me in one slow motion. The tight, wet heat of her makes my head fall back.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I groan. “Take all of me. You’re perfect. You’re everything.”

She starts riding me, rolling her hips, taking me deep with every downward stroke. Her hands slip under my t-shirt, her palms sliding over my stomach and chest, exploring the skin she can’t see. She never tries to pull the fabric up, she just touches, maps my body, and claims what she can reach while she rides me harder, faster, her breath coming in soft, broken moans against my neck.

I grip her hips and meet every thrust, driving up into her as she sinks down. The wet sound of her taking me fills the quiet room.

“You’re mine, baby,” I growl against her ear. “Every part of you. I’ll burn the whole fucking world down before I let anyone hurt you.”

She digs her nails into my sides under the shirt and comes with a choked cry, her walls clamping around me in tight, rhythmic pulses.

I don’t stop.

I flip her onto her back, hook her legs over my shoulders, and drive into her even deeper. The new angle makes her gasp and clutch at my arms. I fuck her hard and slow at first, then faster, the headboard knocking softly against the wall with every thrust. Her hands stay under my shirt the whole time, her fingers splayed across my back, feeling every muscle as I move inside her.

“Look at me,” I demand, my voice rough through the mask. “You’re everything. You’re the only thing that matters. Come for me again, baby. Let me feel how much you need this.”

She comes again with a broken moan, tighter, and wetter, shaking beneath me. Only then do I let go, burying myself deep and spilling into her with a low, guttural sound, my hips jerking as I fill her.

I stay inside her for a long moment, breathing hard through the mask, my forehead resting against hers. My hands stroke slow, reverent circles on her bare back.

“You’re everything,” I whisper again. “And I’m going to keep you safe. No matter what it costs.”

She’s still in danger. But right now, at this moment, she’s safe in my arms and I’ll burn the entire network down before I let them take her.

“I’m yours, are you…”

“All yours. No one else touches me but you,” I tell her.

She sits up, and sits on top of me, and smiles. “Then let me touch you.” Her fingers move at the bottom of my t-shirt, but I quickly stop her. She’s seen my robotic owl tattoo. I can't let her see it yet. “Not fair, you get to see my naked…”

“And fuck do you look sexy when you are.” I pinch her nipple making her moan, as she bites her bottom lip. My hand moves down her stomach, then to her clit. “How many times do you think I can make you come?”

She giggles, shaking her head. “Only one way to find out.” She leans down and kisses me, and I flip her around and get ready to have a night where I get to make my sexy girl scream for me.

Twenty-Four

Sadie

I shift in the bed, my hand moving to the other side, and it’s cold. He said he wouldn't be here in the morning, and he meant it. Even though I knew he meant it, it still hurts that he left. Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and be able to see the face of the person who’s been making me smile.

I lie there for a moment staring at the ceiling, looking at the morning light which comes through the curtains, making patterns.

My mind goes to Ghost, wondering if there is anything I can put together about who he is. I've been thinking about this for days, there have been names going through my head. The timing of the silences, from both of them, at once, and on the same day. Neither of them spoke to me, and I wonder if I’m right.

How can they both be the same person?