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Nash's thumb stroked the back of my hand, a silent vow passing between us. He didn't need to speak, his presence was enough. It had to be. He was my twisted sanctuary, the one who stood with me amidst the wreckage of a life I barely recognized anymore.
And as I leaned into him, surrendering to the chaos of our shared existence, I knew he was right. Together, we were unstoppable. Unhinged, maybe. But absolutely fucking unstoppable.
The roar of the engines was a lullaby compared to the storm raging inside of me. Strapped in our leather seats, Nash and I couldn't keep our hands to ourselves for long. The need crackled between us, raw and undeniable, a hunger that went beyond flesh and blood.
"Fuck protocols," I muttered, unbuckling my seatbelt with a click that echoed too loudly in the hushed cabin. His dark eyes followed me as I moved toward him, each step a silent dare.
"Someone's impatient," Nash remarked, his voice low and edged with amusement. But there was no stopping this, not when every cell in my body screamed for his touch.
"Shut up and sit down," I snapped, pushing him back into his seat before straddling his lap. His hands found my hips, fingers digging into my flesh with a possessive intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
The plane dipped slightly, tossing us closer together as I fumbled with his belt. "Sofia and Paul…" he started, but I didn't care about them.
"They'll hear it all anyway," I said, yanking down his pants and freeing his half-hard cock. He was already hardening in my grip, growing large in my palm, and I couldn't wait to feel him inside me. "But if you're worried about them..." I added with a wicked grin, "I can always rectify that." And with that, I slid down his body, taking him in my mouth.
His taste was like heaven and sin melded together, salty and addictive. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock while my hand slid lower to tease his balls. Nash hissed through gritted teeth as I took him deeper into my mouth, my lips parting around him like he was the air I needed to breathe.
God, why did he have this effect on me? Why did he make me want to throw caution to the wind? He was a killer for fuck sake!
And yet, as I knelt before him, his cock hard and throbbing in my mouth, I couldn't stop myself from wanting more. It was like he was the only thing tethering me to this fucked up world, the only thing that made sense in a sea of chaos. And as much as I hated to admit it, I was begrudgingly attached to him.
I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, savoring the way his muscles tensed beneath my tongue.
His hands tangled in my hair, guiding my mouth in a delicious rhythm, his eyes boring into mine as I slowly peeled my lips away from his cock. I could see the need in his eyes, but there was something else there too—a softness or maybe even...Affection? It was there and gone so quickly. I chalked it up to the passion of the moment.
Nash's strong hands gripped my waist as he guided me towards the back of the plane. I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against my lower back, sending tingles up my spine. Once inside the lavish suite, he spun me around and devoured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue dancing with mine.
With eager hands, he stripped me of my clothes until I stood bare before him. Gently, he laid me back against the plush duvet covering the king-sized bed. His eyes drank in the sight of my flushed skin as he shed his own clothes.
Kneeling between my parted thighs, his fingers teased my slick folds before his mouth descended. His talented tongue lapped at my entrance, already soaked for him. I cried out as he sucked my swollen clit, the pleasure almost too intense to bear.
My hands fisted the sheets beneath me as I rocked my hips against his mouth. His groans vibrated against my sensitive pussy as he ate me out. One hand slipped between his legs, stroking his rigid cock in time with each flick of his tongue.
"Oh God, Nash!" I moaned, clenching around his probing tongue. My peak was so close, just out of reach. His strokes quickened, his cock pulsing in his grip. With a few more swirls of his tongue, I came undone, my back arching off the bed as euphoria crashed over me. The climax ripped through me like a force of nature. My body shook, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashing over me, squirting over his face without an ounce of shame. His groan vibrated against my core as he drank me in, relishing every drop. Nash groaned against me, his own cum spilling over his hand in hot spurts.
Breathless, I tugged him up to me, our slick bodies tangling together in sated bliss. No matter how complicated things were between us, in moments like these, nothing else mattered but the feeling of his skin against mine.
The sight of him, covered in the evidence of my pleasure, pushed me over the edge again. I felt him tense, heard the guttural release of his breath as he came, warmth spreading up my back in stark contrast to the cool leather beneath us.
"Fuck, Celeste," Nash panted, the raw need in his voice matching the fierce grip he still had on my body. "You undo me."
"Good," I breathed out, still riding the aftershocks. "It's about time somebody did."
We were two halves of a twisted whole, bound by shadows and blood, barreling toward a city that had no idea what was coming for it. And in that moment, with the taste of revenge on my tongue and Nash's cum cooling on my skin, I knew we were ready to burn Chicago to the ground.
"Shit," I muttered, half to myself, my fingers tracing the contours of Nash's sculpted chest, mapping out every ridge and valley as if they could lead me to some hidden truth within him. The rawness of what we'd shared hung heavily in the air, the kind of intimacy that left you stripped bare, exposed in more ways than one.
I turned to him, our eyes locking in a moment of silent understanding. His gaze, usually so fierce and unyielding, now held a tenderness that cracked my cynical armor. Damn him for making me feel things I had no business feeling.
"I love you, Nash," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath but heavy with the weight of emotions I'd fought so hard to suppress. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice, each beat spelling out the confession that threatened to undo me completely.
His hand reached out, fingers trembling slightly as he brushed away a strand of my damp hair from my forehead. It was a simple gesture, yet it felt like he was caressing my very soul, soothing the storms that raged within me.
Nash's face softened, his brown eyes melting into pools of something achingly vulnerable. "I love you too, Celeste," he replied, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through my entire being. He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs stroking my cheeks with a devotion that made my insides twist.
"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, not out of anger, but because there was no other response to the floodgates he'd opened within me. Love wasn't supposed to be part of the deal, not with someone like Nash—my dark, unhinged vampire stalker. But here we were, tangled up in each other's arms, declarations of love hanging between us like promises we were too broken to keep.
Yet, despite the chaos of our lives, this sliver of sincerity, this admission of love, felt like the most dangerous revelation of all. Because in the world of betrayal and revenge that awaited us in Chicago, it wasn't just our bodies on the line—it was our hearts too. And fuck me if that wasn't the scariest shit of all.
