Page 158 of The Moral Dilemma


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He doesn’t need to be told twice.

His hands on my ass, he swoops me up in his arms, taking me to the shower.

The base is military in design, set up under an abandoned warehouse. From what we’ve scouted, it seems to be a regular gathering place for mercenaries when they have a job in the area.

There is a sprawling shower area that stretches into a locker room, which means we have all the space in the world.

My back meets the tiled wall. Raf doesn’t wait for me to remove my clothes, tearing at them with his bare hands. It’s not long before we are both naked, our clothes a messy pile on the ground.

With one hand, he starts the shower, the water cascading down on us and washing away the foreign blood.

I look up at him from beneath wet lashes, breathing hard as I take in his beautiful face.

“I love you,” I say, cupping his cheeks. “I love you so damn much, there aren’t enough days in my life to show it to you.”

His lips draw up into a blinding smile.

“Oh, I’ll know. I’ll always know, pretty girl. Because you’ll always be the mirror formylove.”

His hands on my ass, he positions me on top of his cock before driving into me in one smooth thrust. We both moan at the sensation—at how our bodies become one.

I don’t think I’ll ever cease to marvel at the beauty of being with him; of feeling like I’m finally whole instead of just one half.

The water pours down our bodies, wiping away all the past misfortune, all the missed encounters. We might have lost so much time, loving, but not knowing whom. But it was all for this very moment—for when we meet with no more lies between us, no more secrets.

This time, it’s just us.

There might have been tragedy in our past. There might have been loss. But together we can move on from that pain.

Only together.

I tip my chin up, eagerly receiving his kiss. He drives himself inside me harder and harder each time, swallowing my moans and cries while giving me all of his.

He makes love to my soul while he fucks my body, and I swear to God I’ve never felt so fulfilled before.

Both his personas have merged; my best friend and my lover.

I hold onto him as my climax washes over me, feeling his release as it coats my insides. Even as we’re done, he’s reluctant to withdraw from my body, simply keeping me to his chest while he murmurs sweet words of love into my ear. Eventually, though, we take turns washing each other, but even that turns into a little game as he teases me while I splash water onto him.

“Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to destroy the only clothes we had?” I add, amused, after we’ve finally turned the water off. That must have been the longest shower in the history of showers, but I’m not mad. Not as I meet his gaze, a carefree grin pulling at his lips.

“There are some clothes there. I checked. Although they might be a little big for you, but we’ll make do.”

He opens a few lockers, showing me the clothes he’d found. He has no issues with them as they fit him like a glove. In my case, however, I practically swim in the pair of trousers I try on.

“What if I just use this shirt as a dress?” I suggest. It’s already hanging to my knees.

“No,” Raf shakes his head. “You have no underwear on, pretty girl, and I won’t have you going anywhere outside this building like this.”

“Then I’m afraid we’re out of options.”

“Not quite,” he says, finding a pair of gym shorts.

He makes me step inside them, and when they’re all the way up, he pulls on the waistband, gathering the material to the back and tying it with a hair tie.

“Can you move?”

I take a few tentative steps, surprised to see they aren’t falling off.

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