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My hand travels to his belt, working it loose with shaky fingers. He peels my panties to the side and I free his cock from the confines of his jeans. A satisfied grunt leaves his lips, followed by a groan as my fingers ride the length of his shaft.

His free hand finds the back of my neck, and he guides my face back to his, trailing kisses across my cheek until he reaches my lips. Stroking his erection, I guide it into position while he crawls on top of me, parting my legs with his knees.

There’s no time to strip out of our clothes. We both want this now, no matter what obstacles get in our way. We are fired up and ready to forget about every stupid decision that brought us here.

Our mouths meet. Making out with him here is even better than the first kiss we shared. He’s intense and passionate, forcing his tongue into my mouth and taking whatever he wants. Because he knows this is what I want. What I’ve yearned for since the very first move he made.

He enters me slowly. Guiding the first few inches of his cock inside with carefully orchestrated precision. An attempt on his part, I’m certain, to show me that this is more than just us fucking.

But my desperate, eager body can’t read those signals. It craves all of him at once, in a hot, fiery inferno of reckless passion. So, while the anguish of taking things slowly plays across his face, I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. I welcome his full length without resistance. His foreplay with the gun, silly as it sounds, revved me up more than I’d imagined it would.

He crumples on top of me, and our moans echo through the room. Vik’s grip tightens behind my neck and he bites down gently on my lower lip. Taking a moment to recover from what I’ve just done.

Then he starts thrusting. Slow and teasing, and I let him have this to start. Enjoying the pleasure of him taking things at a more leisurely pace. Feeling each stroke from the head of his cock, down to the base, tickling my insides.

But I can feel how hard he’s struggling to hold himself back. He is wrestling with the demon inside who wants nothing more than to destroy my body in the best possible way. Why tease him any longer, when that’s exactly what I want too?

I dig my heels in again, adjusting his tempo, until he’s bucking in and out of me like a crazed beast. I drown out his grunts and groans with a shattering moan.

His body tenses and tightens and I know what’s coming next. I reach between our bodies and rub myself. Vik’s hand cups my breast and he teases the nipple, gazing lower to see what I’m up to.

“Fuck.” It's the only warning he gives me. It’s also the only one I need.

His somewhat stable pace becomes more erratic after the word. His hands tighten their grip as he pulls me into another kiss. I moan against his lips, climaxing on his cock as the first spurt of cum fills me up.

Vik’s body buckles with every subsequent movement. Every twitch of his dick or rotation of his hips ushers in a new wave of sound I’ve never heard from him.

I fucking love it.

When it’s over, he holds me close and rests his head against my breasts, his ear pinned to my chest. He is spent and exhausted, listening to my heartbeat. Pleased in the knowledge that it’s pumping just for him.

***

An hour passes, maybe more, mostly in silence. But I’m okay with it. We’re okay with it.

There’s no need to fill the silence. Lying in Vik’s arms is peaceful. He makes me feel safe in ways I haven’t experienced since childhood. Everything in the world feels right.

But, as always, my mind betrays the moment.

Before, overwhelmed by the kiss and a side of Vik I’d never seen before, Andrew Jensen became an afterthought. Now, at the very moment we’ve found some peace, he comes rushing back.

I open my mouth, then hesitate. I’d rather stay like this a little longer. Pretend we never fought. Pretend this is an ordinary night shared by two people in love.

It isn’t.

“Would you have actually done it?” The words tumble out before I can stop them.

“Done what?” Vik asks, shifting to face me.

“Shot him.” I keep my eyes on Muffin, who’s perched in the far corner of the bed.

“No, I wouldn’t have,” he says carefully. “But I had to do something to keep you here.”

“It was careless. Reckless. The complete opposite of your usual, well-put-together self.”

Maybe I’m prying. I want to understand what was going through his mind more than he’s willing to admit. Keeping me here hardly seems reason enough to risk criminal charges.

And yet... His actions said everything his words never could. This... us... means more to him than I ever realized.