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Her orgasm builds fast, her body telegraphing every sign, the trembling thighs, the quickened breath, the way she clenches around me. I increase the pressure on her clit, the pace of my thrusts, driving her higher.
“Come for me,” I order, and it’s like her body was waiting for permission.
She comes, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she convulses around me. Her climax pulls at my own, but I fight it back, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from her first.
Only when her spasms subside do I allow myself to chase my release. I grip the ropes binding her arms, using them as leverage to pull her back onto me with each thrust. The anglechanges, goes deeper, and she moans again as a second orgasm builds on the heels of the first.
“Promise me this isn’t temporary,” I whisper against her skin, vulnerability breaking through my control despite the dominant position.
Her bound arms strain slightly, trying to reach for me despite the restriction.
“I’ve killed for you,” she responds, voice thick with certainty. “There’s no going back now.”
Something breaks open inside me at her words. My rhythm falters as I drive into her one last time, coming so hard my vision whites out. I feel her follow me over, her second climax milking every last drop from me as I fill her completely.
For a long moment, I stay like that, draped over her back, still buried inside her. Our breathing gradually slows, synchronizes. I press my lips to her shoulder, tasting salt and sunshine on her skin.
When I pull out, my come runs down her thigh, and fuck, if that isn’t the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. I reach for the makeshift blindfold, gently untying it from her eyes.
She blinks, her gaze finding mine, clear and certain with no trace of regret. I methodically untie each knot, massaging life back into her limbs as I free them, pressing kisses to the rope marks that will fade all too soon.
“Next time,” I murmur against her ear as I help her to her feet, “run faster.”
A smile curves her lips, exhausted but playful. “Next time, I might let you catch me sooner.”
I help her dress in my shirt, gathering what’s left of her torn clothing. Her pants are salvageable enough to wear back to the cabin, though the cuts from my knife are visible along the seams. She leans against me as we walk back, my arm around her shoulders.
“I never knew it could be like this,” she admits, her voice soft.
“It only works when there’s absolute trust,” I stroke her hair. “Trust I’ve never earned from anyone before.”
She looks up at me, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “You’ve earned it. With every choice you’ve made since you found me.”
I lean down, capturing her lips with mine. This kiss differs from the others we’ve shared, not desperate, not claiming, not fueled by adrenaline or fear. Just us, choosing each other in the clear light of day. When we finally break apart, her eyes remain on mine, with a new certainty in them.
The sound of a vehicle approaching interrupts the moment. I’m immediately alert, but not alarmed. The distinct engine sound belongs to one of our own.
“Transport’s here,” I say. “Time to leave this place behind.”
We return to the cabin in comfortable silence, her hand in mine. The final preparations move quickly. My team has already packed our stuff, wiped down surfaces, and removed all traces of our presence.
“Safe house coordinates are in the GPS,” Jayce tells me, tossing me the keys to a nondescript SUV. “Killian wants you to check in once you’re settled.”
I nod, performing a last sweep of the property. Nothing left behind that could identify us. No traces of the people we used to be.
“Where are we going?” Molly asks as we stand on the porch one last time, the cabin empty behind us. I take her hand, feeling the weight of the new rings we’re both wearing, part of our cover, but somehow feeling more significant than mere props.
The gold bands we slipped on minutes ago. Physical symbols of our false history together.
“Wherever we want, Mrs. Taylor,” I answer, realizing the freedom in my own words. “That’s the point.”
The helicopter arrives for the guys, leaving us alone with our vehicle and new identities. As we watch it lift off, I wrap my arm around her, feeling her lean into me.
For the first time in my life, I’m not thinking about the next mission, the next threat, the next target. I’m thinking about the possibilities. About futures I never believed I could have.
“I’ve spent my life alone,” I tell her as we walk toward the SUV, “I never imagined finding someone worth keeping. Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready since the moment you found me,” she says, looking up at me, her expression open and determined.
