Her hands reach out. Her soft palms wrap around my cock.
The friction of her warm skin sliding against my aching flesh makes my vision go black. A harsh, animalistic grunt tears out of my throat. My hands slam down on the scarred oak, gripping the edge of the workbench hard enough to splinter the wood.
"Fuck," I hiss. The word is ripped from my lungs. "Priya."
She strokes her hands up and down my length. She smears my own slick precum down my throbbing shaft. The pleasure is sharp. Blinding. It borders on physical pain.
"You talk too much for a soldier," she whispers, a breathless, sassy smirk curving her kiss-swollen lips.
A sound tears out of my throat.
I grip her hips and pull her flush against me. Her ass hangs slightly off the table. Her thighs bracket my waist.
I grip my throbbing shaft, dragging the swollen head of my cock through her dripping folds before I notch against her entrance.
"Take it all," I command.
I thrust forward.
The impact is brutal. I bury myself to the hilt in one single, violent strike.
She gasps loudly. Her fingernails instantly dig into the heavy muscle of my shoulders.
The tight, scorching wetness of her walls stretches to accommodate my thickness. Her internal muscles clench viciously around my thick crown, sucking me deeper into her core. She is so incredibly tight. The friction is madness.
I freeze. My jaw locks tight enough to crack my own teeth. I have to fight the overwhelming, primal urge to just empty my balls right there on the first thrust.
"Nico," she breathes out. Her hands slide up my back, her fingers tracing the raised ink of my tattoos. "Don't stop. Please."
I pull back, dragging my length out of her slick folds. Then I slam forward, burying myself balls-deep.
The oak workbench groans loudly in protest under the violent impact.
I pull back and thrust again. Harder. Deeper.
A ragged rhythm takes over my body. I’m no longer thinking. I’m pure instinct. Pure possession. I fuck her with the relentless, punishing drive of a man trying to physically embed himself into another human being.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The sound of my hips slapping forcefully against her wet thighs cracks off the concrete walls of the vault. The scent of our sex overwhelms the smell of gun oil and cordite.
Her head falls back. Her hair spills over the scarred wood. She moans loudly with every thrust. Her legs wrap around my waist, ankles locking behind the small of my back. She pulls me deeper.
I reach down and slip one hand between our frantically grinding bodies. My thumb finds her swollen clit. I press down, grinding the sensitive nub in time with my violent thrusts.
My hand finds her jaw. I drag my thumb across her bottom lip until her gaze locks on mine.
Her eyes flutter open. They are glazed over with pure, blinding pleasure.
"You’re fucking mine, " I tell her. My hips snap forward, burying my cock so deep I feel my pelvic bone grind directly against hers. "Say it."
"Yours," she gasps. "God, Nico. I'm yours."
The words are the final trigger.
I lean over her. My forearms drop to the scarred wood beside her ribs, my weight pinning her hips to the bench. I fuck her with unhinged savagery. Short, jagged breaths tear through my lips. Sweat drips from my forehead, landing on her collarbone. The muscles in my arms and back cord with extreme tension.
Her internal walls suddenly start to spasm.
