2020, July 20th
(Location Undisclosed)
AIDEN
I just wanted to break her. Make her eyes light up. That was what I told myself when the question of why I was sharing a bed with the woman who almost killed me popped into my head.
Well, there it was. Her eyes bored down into mine. They didn't just light up, they burned with a voraciousness the likes of which I didn't know she was capable of. Concern. Marked affection. Fear. The crazy assassin was worried.
I sat up and wrapped my arms around her waist just to make sure I wasn't seeing things. Her body tensed. That glower meant she didn't appreciate her hips being restricted.
"Bowing out already, Denny?" she teased, trying to shake it off, but she stayed frozen, still seated on my dick.
For a moment, all we did was stare at each other. Feeling her get ready to flee, I slammed my dick up into her. Couldn't help it. My body craved the change in the air between us.
Seeing my movements as a gauntlet thrown, she met my thrusts readily, rocking back and forth on my dick.
She glared at me the longer we went at it, but I wasn't fazed. By now I could separate the irises from the pupils even in her too dark eyes.
Tonight we were acknowledging this thing between us. It was more than just the crazy ecstasy that came from our bodies colliding as though we were fighting.
"Sounds kinky. Always wanted to do twins. Never quite got there. Couldn't tell you why. Fucking hell," I finally answered her question, cursing through gritted teeth.
I played the part. Acted like it was just business as usual to see how she'd react. Was I wrong? Was it just me that needed to be with her?
I was lightheaded from trying to keep up with her and keep my emotions in check. Too late to back away. Whatever was happening between us, much like our thrusting hips, was already in motion.
She came to a grinding halt, took my head into her hands and laid her forehead against mine.
I knew that look. Powerless. Succumbing to me like I already had to her. Then and there, I stopped trying to find reasons to leave her. I decided to be the moron that stayed, as long as she would let me.
"You're going to get hurt being around me, Aiden. You don't know Katie. After I killed her precious Dean, I wouldn't be surprised if she was looking to get even. What you saw when you met her was her being nice."
So that was it. The thing that had been driving her mad all day. She feared for my life. The resentment over the stalled fuck faded. The stupid smirk was on my face before I could stop it.
"I didn't know you cared," I said smugly, fighting with myself not to pull her close.
"It's time for me to leave. It's been real," she said, breaking the spell.
The intimate moment we were sharing was threatening to go up in smoke. Logic said I should let it. My body didn't listen.
She tried to get off of me. My hands tightened on her ass cheeks. I thrusted into her deeply.
She grunted, but offered no other response. I wasn't done though.
"Is that the problem Keira? Is this getting too real for you?"
The warmth in her eyes disappeared, replaced by the stone cold, killer eyes. She grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked my head back. I bared my neck to her and waited patiently while she opened her mouth onto my neck, biting down hard. One of my hands landed on her head and I let out a guttural moan.
"I could walk out that door. She could take my place and you wouldn't know the difference," she said, her other hand cupping my neck as she started riding me again. "One minute she's fucking you like I am right now and the next, you are dead. She could end your life in a hundred different ways."
KEIRA
I didn't want to think about this stuff. I let myself get carried away as we fucked each other senseless. He didn't seem afraid. Mildly concerned, but there was definite mirth in his eyes. Did my words, the threat of Kate, turn him on?
"Why are you still here? Why aren't you scared?" I yelled at him, begging him to heed my warning.
My tongue licked at my bite marks as my arms wrapped around him. Frustrated, I couldn't stop my hands and mouth from roaming all over him. Fingers glided through his strands. Lips kissed urgently at his throat. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. He kept fucking me while I completely lost my shit.
Closer. Touch me more. Don't stop.
My hunger for him was insatiable tonight.
"No man in his right mind would dare try and deprive your pussy of his dick right now," he said with a chuckle, slapping my ass cheeks as though to get me to fuck him back.
I blocked out thoughts of him dying because of his connection to me. The realization was slow. Agonizing. This man meant something to me. My hips complied, readily meeting his. Flesh slapped against flesh. Wet noises filled the air as we pulled apart and forced our bodies back together.
Delirium induced by the pleasure of our fucks usually shut out the feelings, but not tonight. Not the ones I had for him. The pain of knowing Aiden was killed because of me would irreparably devastated me.
"You're going to die for a fuck, Denny?" I challenged him through rasps, my voice venomous.
Impending orgasm. Fifth tonight, but I wanted it and every other one his dick could still give me tonight. Just sex. I could stop. Anytime I wanted.
"I am scared too, Keira. We just fear different things," he mumbled, fumbling with my dress.
He pulled it over my head and tossed it aside.
"Fucking beautiful," he said, raking his eyes over my body for a few brief moments before his lips claimed mine.
We talked about the scares of war long ago. I was drunk out of my mind that night as I told him my war stories. He listened patiently. Fuck if I knew half the shit I told him that night. I no longer reacted to him seeing the scares.
Except tonight. Ripping open his shirt and baring his chest and abs to my touch did nothing to quiet the restlessness inside me. He wouldn't relent, rocking me back and forth on his dick, desperately holding me close. His kisses were unabashed. Unrestrained. No more holding back. His mouth demanded a response. A reckless, wanton mess, I couldn't stop myself from giving him what he wanted.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Aiden, God yes.
"Damn it, that's amazing," he said with a groan, thrusting deep into me one last time before he was lost to orgasmic bliss.
Feeling his body buck against mine in pleasure, triggering a wave of euphoria I didn't want. It started in my core, then spread throughout me, gently at first, then suddenly it was tearing through my body.
No words. No moans. Just struggling to compose my breathing. Didn't matter. His handsome, naughty face wasn't marred with pain like when we started this. He was at ease with me. Vulnerable and unafraid of it.
All I could do was sit there on his cock as he stole little kisses and lightly caressed my body. We were sweaty, spent messes, with raging heartbeats, both gasping for air. Waves of pleasure made my thighs quake against his. He grinned at me, like he always did. I knew I was screwed when I grinned back.
When the orgasms subsided and I came to my senses, I hopped off his dick and walked away. Simply too overwhelmed with what I felt for him to stay.