And she fucking knew it. With a shimmer of coyness shining in her eyes, she tightened her pussy, gripping my shaft with short, pulsing movements.
“Daphne!” I growled out as she stole the breath from my lungs.
Proudly, she lifted her chin and did it again, this time harder, longer, gripping my shaft each time it pulled out, milking me with a lusty fervor.
I lifted and grabbed her hips, unable to hold back any longer.
“Fuck!” I shouted.
My fingers dug into her tender flesh, and my hips pierced the air, thrusting hard and fast as I could go, my cock slamming into her unrelentingly. The pressure rose inside me, the intense pleasure of my orgasm pulsing through my body, until I was trembling. My eyes nearly rolled back, the fiery heat of my desire splashing into her, every drop filling her completely.
“Yes, Thal, give it all to me,” she hissed, before her pussy clenched around me, her release threatening to squeeze me to death.
Her wetness mixed with mine, a delicious cocktail of love and satisfaction that covered us.
I held her in my arms, my cock still twitching inside her, and kissed her deeply, my heart spilling all its emotion onto her. I caressed her cheeks and looked down at her, knowing that no matter what happened or where life took us, we were exactly where we were supposed to be.
In each other’s arms…
I held her in my arms, my heart thundering against her skin. The heat of our bodies was the only thing keeping the cold reality of tomorrow at bay. I leaned in, my voice dropping to a rough, jagged whisper.
“I love you,” I said, the words sounding like both a confession and a threat.
Saying them again didn't make them feel any safer. It was like handing her the only weapon that could destroy me. Everytime I admitted it, the walls I’d built around my heart cracked a little more.
“I’ve loved you since you stood on that beach and looked at me like I was worth saving.”
She gripped my face, her fingers digging into my hair, her kiss tasting of tears and desperation.
“I love you, Thal,” she whispered against my lips. “But if we go to that marina tomorrow, we both come back. Do you hear me? No martyrs. No heroes. No more debts. Just us.”
“Just us,” I promised, pulling her into the sheets as my body responded to her touch again.
I was lying to her. As I watched her fall into a fitful sleep, I knew the truth was a ticking bomb in the room. Thetransfer pendingclock was at zero.
If I had to choose between the city, the ledger, or her breath tomorrow? I’d burn the ledger and let the city drown in blood before I let a single hand touch what was mine.
I wasn’t a hero. I was the monster who was going to make sure my queen was the only one left standing.
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Twenty
THE FINAL BATTLE
DAPHNE
“There was so much light around us,” I muttered to myself.
Thal reached over, squeezing my hand, and said, “Not for long.”
A wave of anxiety tightened inside me, making it difficult to breathe. We had reviewed the plan countless times, yet my mind was filled with doubt. I had trained for thousands of hours for moments like this, and still, I felt as unprepared as a kid on the edge of the unknown.
But I was not a child.
I refused to stay trapped in the uncertainty Zeno had planted in me. His presence always caused a ripple of fear to affect my every action and decision.
However, Thal's words and confidence served as a counterbalance. He had lifted me so high that I longed to become the woman he believed I could be, to live up to his faith and hope.
