“Two minutes,” he reminded me, voice rough yet tender. “Make them count.”
I wrapped my fingers around his base, feeling his weight in my palm. My other hand gripped his thigh, feeling the muscle flex.
“You don’t need to count,” I murmured, running my tongue along his shaft. “I’ll make every second count.”
His sharp intake of breath was satisfying. I traced the vein from base to tip, savoring his taste beneath clean water. When I reached the sensitive ridge beneath the head, I circled it, watching his abdominals tighten.
“Fuck.” The word left his mouth on a hiss, fingers tightening in my hair.
I took the head between my lips, sucking while my tongue worked the sensitive spot. His thighs tensed as I gradually took him deeper. My hand worked what I couldn’t fit, twisting slightly in rhythm with my lips.
“That’s it,” he growled, his approval sending a thrill through me. “Just like that.”
I hollowed my cheeks, increasing suction as I established a steady rhythm. His breathing grew heavier, his hand in my hair guiding subtly. I followed his lead, taking him as deep as I could before focusing attention on the sensitive head.
I glanced up to find his eyes closed, head tilted back against the tile—a vulnerability I never expected. The sight of this lethal man surrendering to pleasure was intoxicating. At this moment, he was neither weapon nor operative, just a man experiencing pleasure he’d been denied his entire life.
Every response felt like a victory against his programming. Each gasp, each involuntary movement proved that beneath conditioning, there was still a man capable of feeling. I moaned around him, the vibration causing his hips to jerk forward.
“One minute left,” he said, voice strained.
I took him deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate his length. My hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently while my mouth worked him with increased intensity.
His controlled facade cracked. His muscles tightened, breathing ragged. His cock pulsed against my tongue, growing harder.
I looked up through wet lashes to find him watching with an intensity that stole my breath. His eyes burned with nakedhunger. I held his gaze as I took him deeper, watching his pupils dilate.
“Thirty seconds,” he managed.
I doubled my efforts, determined to make him lose control. I took him to my throat, swallowing while my hand worked the base in tight, twisting strokes. My other hand continued manipulating his balls, occasionally venturing behind to press against the sensitive spot.
A muscle in his jaw jumped. There was something almost painful in his expression—pleasure mixing with vulnerability. Like what I was doing was reaching parts long buried under programming.
His hand tightened in my hair, his breathing harsh. I felt his thighs trembling, his hips making small, involuntary thrusts. He was close, and I felt triumph knowing I’d brought this controlled man to the edge.
Just as I felt the tension that preceded release, Reaper suddenly pulled back. His cock stood rigidly, wet from my mouth and visibly throbbing. “Enough,” he growled, voice unrecognizable. “I need to be inside you now.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, knowing he was close to climax. “I can finish...”
“Inside you,” he insisted, eyes nearly black with desire. “I need to feel you around me when I come.”
The raw honesty stole my breath, and I couldn’t fight it any longer, either. His hands pulled me up with careful strength. I could see the struggle for control written in his body—the clenched jaw, heaving chest, trembling hands.
“Turn around,” he instructed. When I hesitated, he added, “It’s easier on your body this way. Puts less strain on your injuries.”
Even with desire riding him hard, he was calculating how to protect me. His care for my weakened body, even while pursuing pleasure, showed what Oblivion failed to erase.
He turned me to face the wall, one large hand on my lower back while the other guided my hands to the tile. The pressure of his palm sent shivers through me, my body responding to his silent command. The repositioning made me gasp—not from fear but from how deliberately he arranged my body.
“Steady,” he murmured, voice rough with desire.
Hot water cascaded down as he pressed against me from behind, his chest against my shoulder blades, his thick cock nestled against my ass. The feel of him—so hard, so ready—sent another rush of heat through me. His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples.
“I never thought I could want like this,” he confessed near my ear, his cock sliding against me with deliberate restraint. “They never let us want anything except mission completion. And with you…I feel it all.”
I pushed back instinctively, wanting more. His cock slid along the cleft of my ass, leaving pre-cum that mingled with water.
One hand left my breast, traveling down to my hip. He hesitated, fingers detecting faint tremors still running through me.
