Page 126 of Retaliation

They stumbled into the bedroom, crashing into the doorframe with a force that made them both laugh breathlessly. Scorpion kicked the door closed behind them, his mouth never leaving hers. They fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated kisses, their laughter quickly turning into moans of pleasure.

The mattress dipped under their combined weight, and she found herself beneath him, his dark eyes locking with hers. For a moment, time stood still. She saw not just the hunger in his gaze, but something deeper—something that mirrored her own vulnerability and need.

Her hands roved over his back, her nails digging in just enough to elicit a growl from deep in his throat. She felt his response in the way he kissed her, more urgently, more passionately. He was hers, and she was his, and nothing else mattered in that moment.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

“I love you too,” she whispered back, her heart swelling with the truth of it.

Their clothes became a distant memory, discarded pieces of fabric strewn across the floor. Scorpion’s hands were gentle but demanding as they traced every inch of her body, committing her to memory. Her mind swam with sensations, every touch, every kiss, sending waves of pleasure through her.

His lips found the curve of her neck, his breath hot and urgent. She arched into him, her nails digging into his back, pulling him closer. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the heat between them. His mouth traveled down, leaving a trail of fire along her skin. She gasped as his tongue flicked over her nipple, the sensation sending a jolt of desire straight to her core.

Their lips met again, more urgent this time. His hands roamed her body, finding places that made her moan, made her writhe against him. She could feel his arousal pressing against her. Her body responded instinctively, hips lifting to meet his.

He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock brushing against her slick heat. A shiver ran through her as he pushed in, slowly, stretching her, filling her completely. Her mind fragmented, a thousand thoughts scattering as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that spoke of weeks of longing and unspoken words, and she felt herself letting go. She let go of the fear, the anger, the guilt. In that moment, there was only them, only this. The intensity of their connection was overwhelming, consuming her completely.

Scorpion’s thrusts grew deeper, more insistent. She matched his rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust, their bodies a perfect harmony of need and desire. Each movement brought them closer, the tension building, coiling tight within her. She clung to him, lost in the sensation, the raw, primal pleasure that flowed between them.

His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his touch grounding her even as it set her ablaze. She arched into him, her nails raking down his back, drawing a groan from his lips. Their movements grew more frantic, each one driven by the need to be as close as possible, to erase the distance that had kept them apart for so long.

“Come for me, Little Viper,” he growled in her ear and she obeyed.

Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her, through her, leaving her gasping. She cried out, his name a desperate plea on her lips. He followed her over

the edge, his release shuddering through him, a groan rumbling deep in his chest.

For a moment, they stayed like that, bodies entwined, hearts pounding in unison.

Scorpion collapsed beside her, their breaths mingling as they lay tangled together, the aftermath of their passion leaving them both breathless and spent.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmured, his voice still rough with lingering desire.

His fingers brushed tenderly against her cheek as he rose, his gaze never leaving hers. With a gentle grip, he helped her to her feet, guiding her toward the bathroom.

The cool tiles under her feet contrasted with the warmth still radiating from their bodies. She leaned against him, the solid strength of his body reassuring. He turned on the shower, the water cascading down in a soothing rhythm. Steam began to fill the room, enveloping them in a cocoon of heat and intimacy.

His hands moved with deliberate care as he led her under the stream of water. The initial shock of the heat made her gasp.

“Did I burn you, Little Viper?” he coaxed, adjusting the water. “Like you burn me?” His hands slid over her skin, spreading the water, cleansing her with a tenderness that made her chest tighten.

He reached for the soap, lathering it between his hands before running them over her shoulders, down her arms. Each touch was deliberate, his fingers massaging the tension from her muscles. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations, the intimacy of the moment.

His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her hips. Her breath hitched as he soaped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, reigniting the spark of desire within her. She leaned into his touch, her body responding instinctively to the familiar pleasure as he washed the soap from her body.

His mouth followed the path of his hands, lips trailing kisses along her neck, her collarbone. Poison tilted her head back, giving him access, a soft moan escaping her lips as his tongue flicked over her sensitive skin. The warmth of the water, the heat of his touch, blended into a heady mix that left her feeling weightless.

Scorpion’s hands moved lower, between her thighs, his touch gentle and insistent. She parted her legs, a silent invitation, her body aching for him again. His fingers slid through her warmth, teasing, exploring, until she was writhing under the onslaught of sensations. Her need for him was a tangible thing, a fire that burned hotter with every touch.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly, his voice a rough whisper against her ear. She opened her eyes, meeting his intense gaze. The connection between them was electric.

He lifted her, pressing her back against the cool tile, the contrast sending a shiver through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, anchoring herself to him. His eyes never left hers as he entered her again.

The water poured over them, mingling with their movements, their breaths, their moans. Each thrust was a testament to their need, their connection. Her mind was a blur of pleasure, her thoughts consumed by the rhythm of their bodies, the feel of him inside her.

“Phillip,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper over the sound of the water. He responded with a deep, primal growl, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. She clung to him, her body trembling with the force of her need.

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