Born of Silence

He’d be mad at her later.

 

Right now, all he could think about was being inside her. Of tasting her until he was drunk from her rather than the alcohol that had sustained him for months. Desperate for her, he dipped his head down to take her right breast into his mouth. He sucked his breath in sharply at how good she tasted, at how much he’d missed this.

 

Closing his eyes, he savored the sweet scent of her skin. It made him light-headed.

 

He rolled his tongue around her puckered nipple while she cradled his head against her. With her right hand, she reached down between them, into his pants to cup him in her hand. Darling saw stars as pleasure tore through his entire body. The only thing that felt better than her hand there was when she went down on him. Little did she know, whenever she did that to him, she owned him, body and soul. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her or give her whenever she tasted him

 

That memory alone almost caused him to come.

 

She wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned back on the desk to stare up at him and cup her breasts in her hands. Damn, the sight of her there… like that…

 

Zarya was beautiful. Nothing was better than when she looked up at him like he was hers and she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He pulled his gloves off so that he could run his scarred hands over her smooth breasts.

 

Taking his hand into hers as he cupped her breast, she ground the center of her body against his swollen cock. “I need you inside me, Darling. Please…” She guided his hand down over her flat stomach to where she was already wet for him.

 

He ground in his teeth as he fingered her and she murmured in pleasure. In that moment, he forgot everything except them.

 

There was no pain now. No past. Nothing else in existence except his hunger to have her. He needed her like he needed air to breathe.

 

Zarya opened his pants so that she could guide him into her body. For the first time in their relationship, she saw his blue eyes staring into hers as he filled her. Her breath caught at how good he felt like this. And when he started thrusting against her hips, she groaned out loud.

 

This was what she’d craved for so long. To hold him again in her arms. No one loved her the way he did. No one. Happy to have him back, even for only a moment, she lifted his hand so that she could nip his fingers and suck on them as he made love to her.

 

Darling let her cries of pleasure wash over him while she held him close and ran her hands over his back. He’d forgotten the fact that she was an outrageous screamer whenever they made love. And there was nothing he liked more than hearing his name on her lips when he was inside her.

 

“Say my name,” he panted in her ear. “My real name.”

 

“Darling!”

 

He thrust harder and deeper while she punctuated each stroke with her voice. She came an instant later with a cry of pleasure so loud, it echoed in the room and his ears.

 

Smiling in triumph as he watched the ecstasy on her face, Darling waited until she was completely finished before he let himself go.

 

Oh yeah… that was what he’d needed. Thank the gods, he didn’t have any of the pain Syn had feared would come with an orgasm. At least the most important part of his body still worked the way it was supposed to.

 

Spent, weak, and finally sated after all these months, Darling lay himself down on top of her while she ran her hands under his shirt, over his scarred back. Her touch felt like heaven.

 

But as his senses returned, he realized where they were.

 

Not in her house.

 

They were in his office…

 

And he was a soulless, hideous monster. One who hated her.

 

He lifted himself up to look down at her as his anger renewed itself.

 

Her eyes smiled at him as she reached for his mask. “You told me that the next time we were together, you’d let me see all of you.”

 

Yes, but things had been different then. As ugly as he’d thought himself before, it was nothing compared to what he was now. They had utterly destroyed what little he’d had, and left him completely disfigured and foul.

 

Bracing himself for the horror and rejection he’d see in her amber eyes, he didn’t move as she released the strap on the mask and pulled it free.

 

She didn’t disappoint him in the least. He saw just what he’d expected. She was as repulsed by his looks as he was.

 

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