"Jesus Christ," he said, his voice ragged. "That was a huge load."
I giggled and nodded, still tasting him on my tongue.
"I may have to have one of these installed," he said.
"You won't hear me object."
He reached out to take my arms, pulling me to my feet. "Put it back for now. I want to fuck you under the water."
I was only too happy to oblige. My exploration of his body had left me aching for him.
Once the nozzle was back in place, he spun me around and positioned himself behind me. "Brace yourself against the wall," he said. "I'm done being gentle." The way he said that made my sex clench.
I did as commanded, laying my hands on the tiles, and in a moment he was pushing inside me. I let out a long breath. There was no initial sting now, no moment of accommodation. He fit inside me as though he'd always been there, as though he'd never left. There was a sense of completeness to that moment that I'd never felt with anyone else. A transcendence, where physical pleasure rose up and became something more.
From the moment he entered me, I could tell he was going to be true to his word. Each thrust of his hips was long and hard, and my body shook with the impact. After such exquisite foreplay, it was exactly what I wanted. An explosion of all of our pent up desire.
With my body angled upward, each punishing thrust stroked the bundle of nerves at my core, sending ripples of pleasure rolling through me. The air around us was heavy with steam, and I drew it into my lungs, savouring the warmth as it flowed through me.
Wrapping one hand around my hip, he seized my hair with the other, tugging my head backwards and sending a delicious sting through my scalp. There was something so raw about being fucked like that, standing up, darkness all around, my body trapped roughly in his grip. The ferocity of his movements hurt a little, but that only excited me more.
The sounds emanating from his throat were low, almost bestial, as he took from me what I'd been teasing all night. His size meant I could feel every pulse of lust, every firm ridge and soft edge.
"I promised I was going to fuck you hard," he said, pausing momentarily only to hammer back into me again.
"You did," I replied, although they barely sounded like words.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"You know it is."
The heat inside me continued to build. It was a raging fire. Impossible to ignore. My muscles began to contract, but there was nowhere for them to go. His hardness was everywhere, filling me, stretching me, claiming me. As my moans sunk lower in my throat there was a flooding sensation in my brain and that fire suddenly exploded. It shot out from my toes to my head, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.
A few moments later, he came too. There was a rush of heat, then a roar, and then his fingers were biting into my side as he slammed himself into me, forcing my whole body against the wall.
"Christ," he said, when his hips finally slowed.
"Mmmm."
He pulled out of me, and despite the slight sting of my now raw flesh, my body complained at the absence. Spinning me around, he trapped my lips in a kiss.
"And that is why we wait."
I laughed. "That's easy to say now."
His hands found my ass, and he gave a little squeeze. "I wouldn't worry too much. If I'm being totally honest I can never resist you for very long. And when this is all over, I plan on spending more time inside you than out."
"Well now, that's exactly what a girl wants to hear."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sophia
When I woke the next morning, Sebastian was already up. He was sitting in the room's only chair already fully dressed, idly thumbing his chin and staring off into space.
"Morning," I said.
He jolted a little. "Oh. Good morning."
"Everything okay?" I asked, stretching lazily.
"Yeah, everything's fine. Better than fine, really."
I slid down the bed and sat in front of him. "Oh yeah, how's that?"
He held up the prepaid phone that had been hidden in his other hand. "We've got something. My guy at the Federal Police ran our attackers' faces through their database and actually came back with matches."
The look on his face told me that perhaps this wasn't all good news. "Well that's great, right? Who were they?"
He gave a non-committal nod. "Our would-be killer seems to be working on his own, because he didn't use Alpha guys. It looks like he farmed the job out and basically hired two hit men. Those two guys were known muscle for Anton Silva, who is suspected to be one of the biggest crime bosses in the country."
"Wow. Okay. Just another small fish then."
He shot me a smile, but it was short lived.
"So what do we do with that info?" I asked.
His lips compressed and he let out a little sigh. "I'm still working that out. This guy is the real deal, Sophia. Drugs, weapons, prostitution; he runs it all. If we play it right, we may be able to use him to get to whoever wants us dead, but one misstep..."
He didn't need to finish the sentence. I could fill in the blanks. I felt a lump building in my throat, but I nodded anyway. "I get it. Bad guy."
"Bad guy," Sebastian confirmed. "Anyway, Joe is on his way, so we can talk about it more when he arrives, but I think our best bet is to just try and buy Silva off. He's a criminal, which means he has a price. Everyone has a price."
"But how do we get him to take the money without killing us in the process? I mean, he was hired to take us out and he screwed it up. We can't exactly just show up at his doorstep."
Sebastian stared me dead in the eye. "Actually, that's exactly what I'm thinking I might do."
I searched his voice for humour, but found none. "Are you insane?"
This time he smiled. "A little, maybe. But I think it will work. He's not going to just gun me down on sight, not if I give him the right incentive first. He may be ruthless, but you don't get where he is unless you're practical as well. He'll hear me out, probably figuring he can finish the job afterwards if he doesn't like what he hears."
"That's a lot of assumptions for us to risk our lives on."
He gave a heavy nod. "I know. But what other choice do we have? Joe's searches came back empty. Our enemy holds all the cards, and this is the only lead we've got. If we want our lives back, I don't see any other option."
I wracked my brains for an alternative. "I don't suppose we could just call Silva? Avoid putting ourselves in the firing line?"
Sebastian barked out a laugh. "I can call to set up the meet, but getting Silva himself on the phone will be all but impossible. You don't become a criminal kingpin by discussing organised murder over the phone."