Chapter 2 : The Sweet Sex
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Ana's kiss deepened, her fingers threading through my hair as she pressed closer against me. She tasted like the wine we'd been drinking—expensive, complex, with just a hint of sweetness that was all her own. Her body was warm through the thin fabric of my shirt she wore, and I could feel every curve pressed against my chest.
"You know," she murmured against my lips, "for someone who claims to be so dangerous, you're remarkably gentle."
"Would you prefer I wasn't?"
She pulled back just enough to look at me, those dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "I prefer that you're you. But maybe..." Her hips rolled against mine, deliberate and teasing. "Maybe a little less thinking and a little more doing?"
My hands slid up her thighs, fingers tracing the smooth skin until they reached the curve of her ass. No underwear. Of course. She'd planned this from the moment she raided my fridge.
"You're trouble," I said.
"You're just figuring this out now?" She nipped at my lower lip. "And you're supposed to be the smart one."
I stood, lifting her with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist with practiced ease, her arms looping around my neck. The shirt rode up, exposing more of her golden skin, and I caught the scent of her perfume—something floral and expensive that I'd bought her last month. It mixed with the natural scent of her skin, warm and intoxicating.
"Bedroom," she whispered against my ear, her breath hot. "Now."
I didn't need to be told twice.
The penthouse bedroom was all floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Manhattan skyline, city lights twinkling like earthbound stars. I'd bought this place specifically for the view, but right now, the only thing I wanted to look at was the woman in my arms.
I laid her on the bed, the silk sheets rumpling beneath her. She looked up at me, hair fanned out like a dark halo, my shirt barely covering her. Her chest rose and fell with quickening breaths, and I could see her nipples pressing against the thin fabric.
"You're staring," Ana said, but she was smiling.
"Can you blame me?"
She sat up, fingers going to the buttons of the shirt. "You could be doing more than staring."
I caught her hands, stopping her. "Let me."
Her smile softened. "Okay."
I took my time, undoing each button slowly, revealing her inch by inch. The valley between her breasts, flushed with arousal. The flat plane of her stomach. When the last button came undone, I pushed the shirt off her shoulders, and she was bare before me.
"Fuck, Ana," I breathed. No matter how many times I saw her like this, it never got old.
"Your turn," she said, reaching for the waistband of my boxers.
I let her strip me, her hands deliberate and teasing. When I was as naked as she was, she pulled me down onto the bed, our bodies pressing together skin to skin. The contact sent electricity through me—her softness against my hardness, her warmth, the way she fit perfectly against me.
Our lips met again, hungrier this time. Her nails dragged down my back, not quite hard enough to break skin but enough to make me groan into her mouth. My hands explored her body, relearning curves I'd mapped a hundred times before—the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the incredible softness of her breasts.
"Jack," she gasped when my mouth found her neck, when I sucked at the sensitive spot just below her ear. "Don't tease."
"You were just saying I should take my time."
"I changed my mind." Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly. "I want you now."
I groaned at her touch, my hips jerking involuntarily. "Impatient."
"For you? Always."
I kissed my way down her body, savoring every gasp and moan I pulled from her. When I reached her breasts, I took one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak. Her back arched, pressing more of herself into my mouth, and her fingers tightened in my hair.
"Yes," she hissed. "Just like that."
I gave her other breast the same attention, my hand sliding down her stomach to the heat between her legs. She was already wet, slick against my fingers when I touched her. The proof of her desire made something primal surge in my chest.
"Please," Ana whimpered, her hips rolling against my hand. "Jack, please."
I slid two fingers inside her, groaning at how tight and hot she was. Her walls clenched around me immediately, and the breathy moan she let out went straight to my cock.
"You feel so good," I murmured against her skin, working my fingers in a rhythm that had her trembling. "So perfect for me."
"More," she demanded, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I need more. I need you."
I withdrew my fingers, earning a frustrated whimper, and positioned myself between her thighs. The head of my cock pressed against her entrance, and we both groaned at the contact.
"Look at me," I said.
Her eyes met mine, pupils blown wide with lust, and I pushed inside her slowly. The sensation of her heat enveloping me inch by inch was overwhelming. She was so tight, so wet, so perfect. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her hands gripping my arms.
"Fuck," I groaned when I was fully seated inside her. "Ana."
"Move," she breathed. "Please move."
I did, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The pace started slow, deliberate, savoring every stroke. Her hips rose to meet mine, our bodies finding the rhythm we'd perfected over months together.
"Harder," she panted, her legs wrapping around my waist. "I won't break."
I obliged, increasing my pace. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with our labored breathing and her increasingly loud moans. The bed creaked beneath us, headboard tapping against the wall with each thrust.
"Yes, yes, yes," Ana chanted, her nails raking down my back. "Just like that, don't stop."
I could feel the sweat building between us, our bodies slick with it. The scent of sex and her perfume and us filled my senses. I shifted angles, and when her eyes went wide and she cried out, I knew I'd found the right spot.
"There," she gasped. "Right there, Jack, oh god—"
I hammered into that spot, watching her face contort with pleasure. She was beautiful like this, uninhibited and wild, taking what she wanted. One of my hands found her clit, rubbing tight circles that had her keening.
"I'm close," she warned, her inner walls fluttering around my cock. "So close, don't stop, please don't stop—"
"Come for me," I growled. "Let me feel you."
Her orgasm hit like a wave, her whole body tensing as she cried out my name. The feeling of her clenching around me, the way her body shook, the pure ecstasy on her face—it was too much. My own climax built at the base of my spine, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.
"Ana," I groaned, my rhythm becoming erratic. "I'm gonna—"
"Inside me," she gasped. "Come inside me, Jack."
Those words pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came with a groan that was almost painful, spilling inside her as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. She held me tight, her body still trembling with aftershocks, whispering my name like a prayer.
When I could think again, I realized I was crushing her with my weight. I tried to move, but she wrapped her arms and legs tighter around me.
"Stay," she murmured. "Just for a minute."
So I did, my face buried in her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, and I could feel her heartbeat gradually slowing against my chest.
"I love you," she whispered.
The words still surprised me every time. Still made something in my chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with fear or danger or any of the things I was used to.
"I love you too," I said, and meant it.
We stayed like that for a while, tangled together in the aftermath, the city lights painting patterns across our skin. Neither of us knew it then, but this was the last peaceful moment we'd ever have.
Because tomorrow, everything would change.
Tomorrow, I'd die.
But tonight? Tonight I was just a man, holding the woman he loved, pretending that this perfect moment could last forever.