Page 66 of Ballistic

“Ah, Dax!”

I pressed harder, wiggling my thumb across that sweet spot, and paused for two seconds to wet my fingers with my tongue, then circled again.

She squirmed and jerked in my unyielding grasp, her little hole throbbing as I rubbed my saliva over it. “Please!”

Once lubed enough, I pushed only the tip of my thumb past the tight ring of muscles, just enough to play with her, and kept driving my hips into her pussy.

The view in the mirror only goaded me, as we watched ourselves like voyeurs, with the heady scent of sex flavoring the air, so thick I could damn near taste it.

A hoarse, animalistic sound spilled from her lips, bouncing off the tiles, as I twisted my thumb in and out of her ass. Her body enlivened with tiny shivers and heat, and I swore I’d never seen anything so fucking beautiful in my life.

What started as a spark ignited into flames, as we burned with more intensity than I’d ever felt before. I let it consume me, reveling in that unforgiving scorch, as I pistoned into her tight little body with reckless abandon.

“Dax, I’m … oh … I’m gonna …”

Beads of sweat collected in the small of her back, and at the mewling whines that escaped her, my balls tightened. Tighter. Tighter.

Until at last, neither one of us could hold it any longer.

She screamed, backing her ass into me, as I drilled into her like a fucking oil rig hoping to strike a blowout. Head tipped back, I clenched my teeth, as the first tingle shot up my spine, crashing into the back of my head. Hot jets exploded into her pussy, captured by the thin condom. I rolled my hips as I emptied every drop, and let out a curse as the orgasm shuddered through my muscles.

She held still, like a stunned animal, allowing a cunning predator to pump its poison into her. Anesthetizing her into a state of unwitting bliss, confirmed by the licentious purr in her throat that cast a tremor down my spine.

I pulled out and slid the sagging condom from my dick, and tossed it into the trash. Not sparing a second, I swiped her feet out from under her, lifting her into my arms, and carried her to the bed, where I set her down on the mattress.

As Nicoleta slinked toward the other side of it, I yanked her back and crawled in beside her, holding her tight against me, wanting her to curl into me like a little kitten, just as she had earlier.

“Dax, let me go. I don’t do the cuddling stuff.”

“Too bad. I do.”

She pushed at my arms, but I wrapped them tighter around her and trapped her between my legs, holding her against my ragged-out body. “I can’t do this! Please.”

“Relax, Nicoleta. I’m not going to hurt you, or make you do some depraved bullshit. You’ve been programmed to guard yourself, but you don’t have to do that with me.”

“I’m … I don’t … affection isn’t my thing.”

“Not mine, either. But it’s different with you.”

“Why?”

“Just is.” Because she didn’t ask for it, and because of that, she probably needed it more than other women I’d been with.

Something about her made me want to take care of her. Protect her. Yeah, she was strong and could do some damage with a blade, but she was fragile at the same time. A raging flame trapped inside a porcelain shell. One that could crack if pushed too far over the edge.

I held her tighter and kissed her damp shoulder. “Get some rest. I’m not done with you yet, woman.”

On a huff, she stilled against me and chuckled. “I opened the floodgates, didn’t I?”

Maybe she had. Maybe all the crazy shit building inside of me was my body’s attempt to get it out of my system. To fuck her until I’d had my fill, until I was so glutton on her body that I couldn’t stand to take another piece of her. I’d unwittingly done that a number of times, with a number of other women—allowing myself to tire of them by filling my cup over and over, until I could no longer stomach the taste.

Perhaps that was the key to letting her go in the end. After all, I’d long planned to go after Tesarik, and if the rumors were true about his enemies, then I’d be looking at a one-way ticket. My penance, for all the times I’d screwed women over in my life, or just hadn’t been there for them, as was the case with my sister Lizzie, and my own mother.

I knew better than that, though. I’d never get sick of Nicoleta, evident in the way my body had already begun to harden for her. I cared too much about her to take my fill and push her away. Felt too damn good having her in my arms, her small body curled into mine.

“You did.” I smiled against her skin, inhaling her mouthwatering scent and closed my eyes, pretending she was mine and the whole rest of the fucking world didn’t exist.

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