by M. Malone
Her smile was tremulous. And then she launched herself into my arms. For a second, my mind went through all the variations of how to respond. And then I just went with the one that felt the best—locking my arms around her and holding her tight.
I pulled her onto my lap and cradled her against me. That move shouldn’t have resulted in her somewhat straddling me as she tucked her head into the crook of my neck, but it did. When she pulled back, I stared into the eyes of the girl I’d never been able to forget. And finally, my brain was able to make the connection between the girl who once needed me and the woman she was now. I vowed right then to myself that I would protect the both of them with my life. The two versions of her became my everything.
I slid my hands into the hair at her nape and fisted, angling her head and kissing her deep.
I kissed her with the passion of a starving man. I kissed her with all the love I didn’t know how to express. I kissed her with the worry I’d had for her over the years. I kissed her with the grief that I’d felt when I thought she was dead. I kissed her with the lust coursing through my veins.
I poured everything I had into that kiss. Thanks to her, I knew what the hell love was. I saw what the big fucking deal was. That driving, desperate, and urgent need to be with your partner? I finally got it. This could be my life. And I wanted it. When she was this close, that monster inside me didn’t exist anymore.
Gemma
Tell him the truth.
It would be so simple to just tell him the damn truth, to open my mouth and have the words spill out, and then he would know everything.
My Matt. My Matthias. But would that put him in danger? Would just being with him put him in danger? I was walking a fine line between endangering him and saving him. Right now, everyone wanted a piece of him. And I needed to make some decisions. If I wasn’t careful, I would get myself, him, and Sabine killed, and Father would continue terrorizing people.
Matthias fisted his hands in my hair again and I moaned, rocking my hips over him. Why was this so good? Was it supposed to be this good? It was like the two of us just fit together in a way that made me feel that my skin was on fire, like my hair was in flames.
As he kissed me deeper, the thick length of him twitched inside his boxers. I could feel every inch of him against my core. And God help me, I wanted him again… needed him again. Would this feeling ever stop? Would there ever come a time when I didn’t need to touch him?
That time is probably coming sooner than you know. You can’t sustain this. And when he finds out, either he’s going to kill you or leave.
I shoved the thought aside. I knew now that he would never hurt me. He would be angry, yes. Was it possible he would never forgive me? Absolutely. But hurt me? No. Not Matt. Despite what he thought about himself, I knew better. He was not capable of it. He licked into my mouth again, demanding that I focus on him and on the way he was making me feel, and I was more than happy to oblige.
“Matthias,” I whispered on a moan.
Our movements were frenzied and quick as we devoured each other. With a frustrated groan, he yanked the T-shirt I’d been wearing over my head. Then he ducked and suckled my breasts as he whispered homage to them. While he licked and teased with his tongue and teeth, he tormented and pinched my other nipple gently, sending shockwaves of desire ricocheting through me.
I dug my nails into his back as I rotated my hips, meeting each shallow thrust with one of my own. I felt the tingling at the base of my spine, and I tugged on his hair. “Matthias.”
I could feel his smile against my neck and knew what was coming. “I was wondering if I could make you come just from this.”
I knew he preferred to watch me. Matthias gripped my hips, his fingers digging in as they ground against each other. Shit. I wasn’t going to be able to hold this. I moaned low, throwing my head back.
He slid a hand to where our bodies met and stroked his thumb over my clit through my panties. The teasing sensation on the bundle of nerves sent me crashing over the edge. My pussy convulsed, begging for his hard length.
Matthias
I stared up at the woman on top of me, her skin practically glowing in the dim light of the room. With every glance from under her lashes, and every tentative touch of her fingertips, my whole body felt like it was on fire, being stoked to full blaze.
Vaguely, I wondered if spontaneous combustion was a myth. Add in the euphoric feeling that surged through my blood every time she touched me, and I was likely to come in my boxers.
With every pant as she came down from ecstasy, her rose-tipped breasts swayed as she shifted her straddle further down my legs. Her hands came into contact with the elastic of my boxers, and my cock throbbed and strained. Involuntarily, my hips rose, and I tried to school my breathing.
Lying back on the bed, trying to get my shit under control, I arched my back. I snatched a pillow off the bed, shoving it over my face to muffle the cry.
Her hands paused. “Should I stop?”
“Jesus, God, please don’t.” I might consider crying if she did. It didn’t matter how many times she touched me, each time felt like the first.
Slim-fingered, delicate hands tugged my boxers down and I lay before her, naked as the day I was born.
Her eyes traveled from my toes up my shins, up to my thighs, and fixated on my cock.
Unable to not respond to the look of lust written all over her face, my cock jerked, and her eyes went wide. She shimmied back up my body, straddling me again at the knees. She supported her hands on either side of me.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re very big?”
I grinned. “Nope. You're the first.”
She cocked an eyebrow, then resumed her inspection of my body. When she leaned directly over my straining cock, her long hair brushed against my skin, and her breath floated over my dick. It only took two puffs of breath from her, and my control snapped.
My hands banded around her biceps, and I hauled her up against me so I could kiss her. Flipping her over on her back, my hand fisted on the elastic of her very small panties, flexed, then ripped. I needed nothing between us.
I wedged a knee between her thighs. “Condoms. Shit, we might be out.”
She blinked at me rapidly, her tongue peeking out to moisten her lips. “I’m on the pill. I—I’ve never…”
I shushed her with a gentle kiss to her sternum. “Shh. I just want to make you feel good. Will you let me?”
She trembled underneath me even as she nodded. Against my thigh, I could feel the moisture of her slick core. I tried not to think about how soft she would be. I needed to go slow. My cock, on the other hand, had a mind of its own and pulsed against her thigh.
I gave her another peck on the lips before tracing feather-light kisses along her jaw. When I nuzzled her neck, she giggled. When I went from nuzzling to nibbling, she moaned. My hands enjoyed free reign of her breasts, testing the weight of the full globes, teasing the tight buds to pucker. Her hips rose to meet me every time I tugged on one of the tips.
I placed open-mouthed kisses on her clavicle and her chest, eventually making my way to her breasts. But no matter how much she shifted, I didn’t kiss her nipples. Not even when her hands tried to pull my head to her breasts. Though I wanted to taste them again, there was somewhere else I needed to be.
My lips continued a path down her ribs to her belly button. When the tip of my tongue dipped into the tiny crevice, she parted her thighs on an exhale.
Gemma dug her hands into my hair when I kissed my way to the top of her mound. I knew beneath the soft curls I’d find what I’d been waiting for.
Lifting my head, I watched her expression as I parted her slick folds with my thumb. She widened her legs and transferred her hands to dig at the sheets. Gently circling the nub of her clitoris with my thumb, I eased one finger into her slick, dewy channel. Immediately, her muscles clenched around my finger, and a tingle started at the base of my spine. Shit. All I was doing was touching her, and I was
already so near coming. I tried breathing deep and focusing on her pleasure. I could wait.
Slowly, my finger retreated then entered her again. When she exhaled, she whispered my name. The soft “Matthias” filled the silence in the room. All I wanted was to hear her say it again. I slid my finger inside her again with an achingly slow retreat, and she whispered, “Oh, God.”
When I slid two fingers in, she stilled, and I paused to give her a chance to get used to the motions. She didn’t like my consideration. “Why are you stopping?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want—” She frowned. “I don’t know what I want, but I know I need you.”
I bit back a curse as I kissed her thigh. “You’re not ready yet.”
With slow, precise motions, she rotated her hips under my hands, coating my fingers with her juices. “I’m ready. If you just—”
With her hips doing half the work, I began moving my fingers again, gently making love to her while my thumb stroked her pleasure button. Her hips began to move in time with increasing tempo. She rode my fingers, and I was mesmerized by the pink flesh of her core surrounding them. The surge of need nearly blinded me, and I hastily removed my fingers, ignoring the protest from her, and instead replaced them with my tongue.
Gemma gasped and sat up in the bed, but I didn’t stop, just held her legs wide, splaying her softness to me. While my thumbs parted her folds, I lapped at the sensitive flesh as she quivered around my tongue. The more I lapped at her, the wetter she became. She tasted sweet and spicy like her scent suggested, and the combination was heady.
I could tell the moment she gave into the sensations. She lay back against the sheets and held my head in place while trying to widen her thighs. Tracing circles around her clit with my tongue, I drove her higher and higher, until her whole body tensed.
Her inner walls quivered against my questing tongue, and her breathing came out in labored puffs. Placing a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin of her clitoris, I drew myself back up her body, using my elbows as support. She blinked up at me with wide eyes.
“Wow.”
“You sure do know how to stroke a guy’s ego, don’t you?” I drawled.
Gemma reached between us, and her delicate fingers closed around the rigid length of me. My vision blurred, and my balls started to tingle. I dropped my forehead to hers. “Jesus, Gemma, I want you so bad.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned. “I’m yours. Always yours.” She pumped my cock with her palm, once, then twice. The trembling in my body started in my legs first. Maybe it was right what they said about guys and their erections—the blood drained from their feet first so they couldn’t run away.
“Love, I—”
She pumped me again, but this time brought my cock to her dewy center. I hissed a breath and squeezed my eyes shut, praying I didn’t come before I was inside her. Blinking rapidly, I gazed into her eyes. Gritting my teeth and inching forward into her tight sheath.
“Fuck, Gemma.” I pushed in to the hilt, and she hissed beneath me. I tried not to move, to let her get accustomed to me and breathe for a minute. But that voice in my head wouldn’t stop. Rush. Take. Brand. I knew from before that she’d been sore. I worried I’d been too eager so I was trying to take my time.
I withdrew by increments, and she hissed again. But this time when I surged forward, she moaned. I planted a kiss on her lips again and waited for her gaze to meet mine. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Her breathing still ragged, she slowly smiled up at me. “Yes. Matthias, please don’t stop.”
That was all the invitation I needed. Withdrawing to the tip of my cock, I surged forward, keeping up that slow and steady tempo until she started to claw at my back. Her hips pumped against mine, her velvet sheath swallowing the length of me.
I felt the walls of her slick lining start to convulse against me once more. Knew now what was coming. “Hold on to that feeling, baby. Ride it out. Enjoy the feeling.” I kissed her deep, one hand tugging at the tip of her breast. The other reached between us, my thumb finding the dew-slick button and circling it.
Gemma threw her head back, arching her back and giving me unfettered access to her breast. “Matthias!” she called my name on a breath as her body shook beneath me.
As she rode the wave, I continued to drive into her. Longing to keep her ride going as long as I could. Wishing I could stay like this forever.
I muttered a curse as my balls began to ache. I needed to come, but I wanted her to come again for me. I wanted to feel her body melt into mine one more time. I kissed her again before withdrawing completely. My cock gave a jerk of protest.
With a growl, I shoved a hand under her back, grabbing onto her waist. Flipping her over onto her stomach, I glided a hand down her smooth back to her perfect, round ass. I drew her limp body up onto her knees. Leaning into her, I whispered, “Hold onto the headboard.”
She flicked me a cocked eyebrow over her shoulder, but she complied.
“That’s a good girl. Now spread your knees for me.” When she parted her legs, I bit back a groan. That angle gave me the world’s most perfect view of her ass. Shifting behind her, I covered her body with mine again. “Are you sore, love?” As I asked, I inserted one finger in her still slick pussy, and she moaned.
“A—a—little.”
But that didn’t stop her from moving her hips in time with my questing finger. When I added another finger, she sucked in a quick breath of air, but then moaned as my fingers retreated.
“Matthias, please. I just need—”
I lined my cock up with her sweet opening and whispered as I slid my cock into her pussy. “I know. I need you too.”
There was no way I could last. This felt too good. As I held her hips tight and rode her, she called my name. Leaning over her as our hips locked, I played with her breasts, relishing their sweet response to my touch. Just by hovering over the sensitive skin of her nipples, they puckered in anticipation, inviting me to touch, to tease, to pinch.
She let her head land between her braced shoulders as she pushed her hips back to meet my every stroke. “God, that feels, so—”
I knew the instant she started to come again. Her pussy began to milk my cock, and her whole body shook. I could only hold on for the ride, digging both hands into the curves of her ass.
As she shattered around me, my vision started to grey at the edges. The tingle that had started in my spine felt more like someone had hooked me up to thousand-volt electrodes as I pumped inside of her. So close to heaven.
As blinding light exploded my vision, my whole body erupted in electric bliss.
19
Matthias
I was warm again and was that… I grinned as my dick registered that, yes, there was a plump ass rubbing against it right then. As if on cue, adrenaline surged, and I was instantly hard as a rock.
Waking up with Gemma would never get old.
I clamped the covers down with my arm and cuddled her closer. It was hilarious to me that even though she slept wild as hell, her ass always seemed to find me in the night, like a homing beacon. There must be some signal my dick was sending out that drew her in.
And I was grateful for it, I thought as my hands skimmed over the soft, generous curves within reach. Plus she smelled fucking amazing.
“Good morning, Tigger.” My voice was always rough in the mornings but it sounded like I’d swallowed gravel.
Gemma moaned once and flopped over on her stomach. The position put the round globes of her ass on display since the T-shirt she’d slept in had ridden up around her waist. I reached out and caressed the smooth skin on her hip. She was so soft. Everywhere. She purred at my touch and wiggled her ass. Her hair flipped up, exposing the back of her neck. I climbed over her, ready to start the morning off right when I noticed the cluster of moles on the back of her neck. Then I lost my breath.
They weren’t moles.
I climbed off her carefully, moving slowly so a
s not to wake her. But I didn’t even need to get a second look at the pattern of black dots I’d seen on her skin. My memory was excellent and besides that, I’d recognize an ORUS tattoo anywhere. The dots on her neck were of the constellation Persephone.
Shaking, I stood next to the bed, my mind racing over the facts at hand. Thinking of something, I glanced back at the sleeping woman in my bed, noting the lack of dots on her wrists. A wave of relief rushed through me.
“This is crazy,” I muttered. After all, I’d heard of Agent Persephone. She’d been one of the few new recruits trained from childhood because her mother was also an agent. I’d never met her, but I’d heard the stories.
Badass females weren’t a rarity in ORUS but there was no denying the organization was male dominated. Female agents were generally known by all because they were so valuable. They were able to operate under the radar, gaining trust and access to places easily because people underestimated them. Especially in the types of places ORUS infiltrated, women were seen as toys or pawns. Never as a threat. Some of the organizations most dangerous missions had been led by female agents.
I’d know if one of them was sleeping next to me at night. Right?
Unable to shake the mounting panic, I stood. I had to think logically. If she was ORUS, she would be marked on the neck, wrists and the soles of her feet. Her wrists weren’t marked, I could see that. I moved to the end of the bed where one of Gemma’s bare feet stuck out from under the covers.
A pattern of black dots covered the soles of both feet.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered as my heart rate accelerated so fast I almost passed out.
I snatched my clothes from the floor next to the bed, almost straining my neck as I yanked the shirt over my head. There should have been a litany of ideas rolling through my mind but honestly everything was blank. Empty. That was how I felt.
