His tongue slid between my cheeks, dipping down, and I was greedy as hell, unable to stop the moans as they reverberated through my body.
“Fuck,” Javier said, voice rough. “I’ve forgotten how good you taste. Nectar from the fucking gods. And mine, all mine.”
Suddenly his grip on my thighs became hard, fingers digging in and I knew he was giving into his uncontrollable lust. He had patience in spades but not this time, not now, not after everything we’d just gone through. He pulled back and his pants unzipped and I began to whimper quietly with mounting anticipation. I needed him to fill me, I needed more sweet release.
The desire was so acute, it hurt.
The tip of his hard cock pressed into me, just enough to tease, to get wet, and he took a firm hold of my hips. For one moment there was stillness, silence, and I thought I’d never breathe again. I thought the want and need would splinter my body into a million pieces.
Then he pushed in, so fucking deep, so damn thorough, groaning with insatiable lust, the same lust that made my knees shake, that threatened to undo my grip on the chair. His hand slid up between my breasts, cupping them, flicking over my hardened nipples, causing my nerves to ricochet until my whole body was electric. I was feeling what I thought I would never feel again.
“You’re mine,” he said huskily as he thrust forward. His balls hit between my legs as he rhythmically pounded me from behind, in and out, so deep, so thick. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I groaned, nearly unable to speak. “I’m yours.”
“All of you, all of you,” he said. Breathless, desperate.
“I’m yours.”
“Your * is mine, your soul is mine.” He leaned forward, biting the side of my neck, voice ragged with lust. “Your heart is mine. You’re all mine. Every part of you, Luisa, every part.”
“I’m yours,” I said louder, moaning again as he fingers swirled over my clit. I was swelling with desire, dripping wet, a hair trigger. I wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer, I couldn’t.
We were uncontrollable animals, primal, basic and so fucking dirty and there wasn’t anything we could do about that.
“You’re my queen.” His sweat dripped onto my back, his breathing hard. Everything was slippery and we were barely holding on but he was tireless, wouldn’t stop his frenzied thrusts. The whole helicopter started to shake. “I’m your king.”
“You’re my king,” I managed to say before my eyes rolled back and I was lost in the delirium, his delicious thickness, the way he filled me whole. I couldn’t imagine life without him, couldn’t belong to anyone but him.
My king, my king, my king.
I went over the edge.
In a rush of stars and colors and waves.
I was unbreakable now, unstoppable.
I was his.
I came so hard I thought my body might never stop, the spasms rocking through me like I was the epicenter of a violent quake. I was flooded, with dark, hidden parts of me rising to the surfacing and rushing away, leaving me raw, bare to the bone.
It was only him and it was only me. King and Queen. That’s all that existed in this rusted, bloody space, between these two tortured, filthy souls.
Tears spilled down my cheeks, a deluge of emotion no longer under wraps. All the death and pain had bloomed into some wild and beautiful. Something real.
He held me close to him, my back pressed against his slick chest, his pumping slowing as he poured himself inside me. His moans were intoxicating, the sound of his pleasure that he was getting from me and only me. Then he was gasping for air, almost as if he was in disbelief that he had finally claimed me once more.
“Luisa,” he whispered, kissing my neck. “Luisa.” But he didn’t say anything else. He rested his head on my back and tried to regain his breath, his chest heaving against me.
We must have stayed like that for a few moments until I felt him slide out. When I managed to turn around, my limbs shaking from the strain of our love making, I realized what a massacre this had been.
We were both a wreck, covered in blood and sweat. Javier’s hair was messed, damp, stuck to his forehead, his eyes glazed with peace and wonder. He held out his hand and helped me to my feet, holding on tight as I slid slightly on the wet floor.
He ran his fingers over my cheek and smiled. “Well, I’ve never done that before.”
I raised my brow, pressing my hands on his chest. “You’ve never had sex next to a corpse? I have a hard time believing that.”
“First time for everything, my dear,” he said, kissing my forehead. He exhaled and looked around the helicopter, at the blood, guns, body parts, then shrugged. “I guess we should go and make sure Diego and Evaristo are still alive.”
I could tell I wasn’t the only one who had forgotten the war that had waged on out there. He held my hand, giving it a squeeze, and led me out the helicopter doors. We walked together across the overgrown lawn, my arm in his, past the dead bodies and the smoldering smoke. Diego, Evaristo and a few others were conversing by the house.
They looked at us in surprise and waved.