Page 24 of Retaliation

He pressed his body against hers, feeling the way her breath hitched as she lost her balance. Her back hit the door with a soft thud, but she didn’t break the kiss. His hands slid down her spine, the heat of her skin seeping through her clothes and branding his fingertips. When he reached her ass, he squeezed, lifting her effortlessly. Her gasp was swallowed by his mouth as he pressed her harder against the door.

She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back, pulling him closer. His hardness ground against her core, and a soft moan escaped her lips, vibrating against his mouth. The sound drove him wild, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. He swallowed her moans, his kisses growing more urgent, more demanding.

Their tongues danced, each stroke more desperate than the last, matching the wild rhythm of their heartbeats. He couldn’t get enough of her, the taste of her,

the feel of her. His need for her was primal, feral, consuming every rational thought.

With a sudden move, he slid the door open and stepped into the darkness of his home, never breaking their kiss. The little voice in the back of his mind whispered that he had never done this before, that he had never brought a woman here. This place, his sanctuary, was sacred. Untouched.

About fucking time, I found someone I wanted to bring here, he thought, silencing the voice.

He carried her inside, his steps unsteady with desire. The world outside faded, leaving only the heat between them. Her nails raked his back, her breath hot against his ear, and he shivered, the sensation a heady mix of pleasure and pain.

In the dim light of his home, he saw her eyes, dark with desire, reflecting his own. He pressed her against the nearest wall, his body flush with hers, and kissed her again, harder this time, more insistent. She arched into him, her hips grinding against his, and he felt himself unravel.

Every touch, every kiss, every breath was a declaration of his need, his desire, his unyielding… he didn’t know what.

As he stepped onto the polished concrete floors, the echo of their heavy breaths filled the industrial space. Carrying her to his bed, a simple mattress perched on wooden pallets, the moonlight streaming through the

expansive windows cast a silvery glow over the room, highlighting the exposed ductwork and beams that framed the high ceilings.

He set her down gently on her feet next to the bed, their lips never fully parting. When they did, it was to trace a line of kisses along her jaw, each touch sending shivers down her spine. His lips moved to her neck, and she tilted her head, offering him the tender spot below her ear. Her breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, harder. His teeth grazed her skin, a teasing promise of what was to come.

His mind was a whirlwind of desire, each thought consumed with the need to feel her, taste her, claim her on every surface of his apartment. He imagined the way her body would arch, the way her voice would break into a scream of his name as he pushed her to the edge and beyond. The vision of her, wet and tight around him, made his pulse race, his breath hitch.

With one hand cradling the back of her neck, he pulled her into a searing kiss, the hunger in him raw and unrestrained. Her fingers tightened in his hair, while her other hand traced a slow, tortuous path over his hip bone. She came to rest on the bulge straining against his jeans, her palm applying a delicious pressure that made him groan.

“Fuck,” the word tore from his chest, a primal plea for release. The intensity of his need for her was almost painful, each second a sweet agony. He felt her smile against his lips, a knowing, wicked curve, as she pressed harder, her touch sending waves of pleasure through him.

He stepped back, his forehead resting against hers as he wrapped his fingers around her wrist. Not to pull her hand away but to still her and center himself. The touch, even with fabric as a barrier, nearly sent him over the edge.

“You sure this is what you want?” His voice was raspy as he struggled to keep his hands to himself.

Her only answer was with her hands. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, she pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor. Black nails trailed over his chest, making every hair on his body stand up straight as she stood on her toes to kiss him again.

His hands moved with purpose, one sliding up her back, under her shirt, feeling the heat of her skin against his palm. The other traced the curve of her waist, pulling her closer, until there was no space left between them. He could feel her heartbeat, rapid and insistent, mirroring his own.

Her breath hitched again as his fingers brushed the underside of her breast, and he reveled in the soft gasp that followed. Every sound she made, every touch she gave, only fueled his desire, pushing him closer to the edge of his control.

He broke the kiss, just long enough to look into her eyes, dark and filled with the same desperate need he felt. There was a moment of perfect understanding, of shared

hunger, before he captured her lips again, more fiercely than before. He knew then, without a doubt, that he would never tire of this, of her, of the way she made him feel alive, as if nothing else in the world mattered but them, here, now, in this moment of raw, unbridled passion.

He didn’t know how it had happened. One moment, they were lost in the heat of the moment; the next, he was staring into her emerald-green eyes, her naked body trembling beneath his. Vaguely, he remembered the feel of her shirt beneath his fingers, the fabric giving way as he tore it open, buttons scattering like raindrops in a storm. There had been no room for restraint, no patience for careful undressing. Their clothes lay discarded on the floor, forgotten in the frenzy of their lips and bodies colliding.

Now, with the world narrowed to just the two of them, he couldn’t look away from her eyes. They were dark with desire, pleading silently. His hand moved between them, his fingers wrapping around his length, and he slowly dragged the tip of his cock through her slick heat. Her breath caught, and she bit her lip, the sight driving him mad. He did it again, watching her squirm, her eyes silently begging for more.

He inched deeper, the sensation overwhelming, but he kept his gaze locked on hers, searching for any sign of discomfort. Her back arched, a soft moan escaping her lips, and the pure, unfiltered pleasure on her face shattered his last vestige of control.

He shifted, bracing his weight on one elbow as his other hand slipped from his shaft to the hollow behind her knee.

Pushing her leg back, opening her further, he plunged into her, burying himself to the hilt. Her warmth enveloped him, her wetness slick and inviting, and the feeling was nothing short of intoxicating. Her breath hitched, her fingers digging into his back, urging him on.

He paused for a heartbeat, savoring the moment, the way her body clenched around him, the way her eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation.

Then he moved, each thrust slow and deliberate, driving them both to the brink. Her nails raked his skin, her hips rising to meet his, their movements a synchronized dance of need and desire.

The room filled with the sounds of their passion, gasps, and moans mingling with the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. He watched her, mesmerized by the play of emotions across her face, the way her mouth parted with each thrust, the way her eyes darkened with every surge of pleasure.

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