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Judging by the way she’d reacted every time he’d lost that careful control he held onto so tightly? She wanted him. His chaos, his rage, his hunger. All of him.
He could be what she wanted. Anything she wanted.
Hayden lifted his body over hers, settling himself fully between her opened legs before leaning back down, pressing himself into her and giving in to the fantasy he’d been shutting down since he first saw her run from Alan’s chambers, her hair going in ten different directions and a sheen of sweat on her face from running. The day he’d held a gun to her head and saw no fear in her eyes.
That lack of fear that had first attracted him to her would get her killed. She hadn’t answered his question, hadn’t resolved any of the turmoil inside of his head.
It didn’t matter.
He’d spent every day since that first interaction fantasizing about having her, and right now, he did. He was going to take everything she chose to give him. He would not hold back.
Her throaty moan brought him back to the moment, back to her. Back to all the feelings he had for her, fighting or not.
He may not quite know what love felt like, but if he imagined it, he’d imagine this. A small, skilled, infuriating enemy soldier who’d held a knife to his throat and fell asleep in his arms.
His lips moved to her jaw, her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there, marking her for everyone to see. She gasped when he closed his mouth over the spot her neck and shoulders met, her legs squeezing around his waist. He dragged his teeth over the same spot, eliciting a muffled moan.
He continued kissing down her chest, shoving her shirt up above her breasts. Every part of her was perfect. Absolutely perfect. How could anyone think less of him for claiming this beautiful woman as his? What a fool he’d been for holding himself back.
Unable to resist for another second, he took her nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue against it teasingly, then sucking it when her body jerked in response.
“Oh fuck, Hayden,” she gasped, her hands gripping his head as he moved to the other breast, paying it equal attention.
The sound of his name on her lips nearly made him explode in his pants right there. He grinded himself against her, loving the way she met his movements with her own. He moved down further in one quick movement, pulling her pants off and pushing them to the side.
His patience was running thin. He needed to move slowly, carefully. He should savor her, drag this out for her. Make sure it was the best fuck she’d ever had in her entire life, so good she forgot everything that came before him, so good nothing could ever come after.
But… he didn’t do that.
Instead, he moved between her thighs, taking one look at her body, perfect and beautiful despite how dark it was outside, and he devoured her. He lapped at her clit, licking and kissing and drinking her in as if she were his first taste of decadence… because she was.
Her startled gasp quickly turned into a moan, her hands coming to the back of his head and holding him against her. As if he’d stop? Nothing in this world could pull him from her at that moment.
“H-Hayden.” Her legs quivered around him, her body tightening and moving on its own accord. “I can’t… fuck… keep quiet. Everyone’s going to, ohh!” He dipped his tongue into her core, lapping at her there before returning to her clit.
“Let them hear,” he growled, dipping a finger inside of her and massaging the rough bundle of nerves there. “Let them know how good I make you feel.” He added a second finger, stretching her and imagining how fantastic she’d feel on his aching cock. “Let them hear you scream while you come on my tongue.”
There was no more time for talking, no more dirty words… for now. Now, his mouth had a different job. It worked her clit, while his fingers pumped and curled in her core. Her legs shook, her inner muscles tightening. All while her moans grew louder and louder, echoing in the space around them.
His Anna was not shy. She held no shame for what she was doing, nor with whom.
He groaned into her, infinitely turned on by the sounds of her strangled moans, the writhing of her hips. Her taste intoxicated him, left him drunk and delirious and desperate for more.
“Hayden, Hayden, yes!”
Her inner muscles contracted around his fingers, her legs squeezing his ears while he continued to work her sex, drawing every last bit of pleasure that he could from her.
And then he was moving up her body, shoving his pants down just far enough for his cock to spring free. Even in the dark, he could see the flush in her cheeks, her hooded eyes as she swam in the ecstasy that he’d given her.
“You,” she started breathlessly, pausing to swallow. A small smile pulled at her lips. “You were… why did I wait so long to let you do that?”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss her, another small moan escaping her throat, making his cock pulse against her sex. “We’re not done, yet, love.”
His hips pressed forward, his cock slipping between her folds, still dripping wet from her arousal, her release. She gasped at the motion, her hips rocking in time with his own. Every muscle in his body was tight, aching, desperate. That was the only word he could use to describe it.
He needed to hang onto his control. Needed to find it in him to be slow, steady, to—
“Let it go,” she breathed, her hips rocking back until the tip of his cock pressed into her core. “I don’t want to fuck the mask you wear. I want you.” She angled her hips up, taking more of him inside. “Fuck me, Hayden.”
