Page 135 of The Spy
Patiently he waited, his moss-green eyes shrewd and knowing. "Tabatha, talk to me." His voice was soft, coaxing. His free hand slid up from my waist, skimming up my ribs to cup my breast.
Gently, he tested the weight, his thumb circling over my nipple.
"Please, Gabe," I pleaded again to no avail. All I wanted to do was to stay in his arms and love him and know that I was loved by him. But we weren't going to get that. And not just because the Syndicate was insisting that I do this thing. As much as I wanted to be with him, we couldn't coexist. I needed to be an agent. It was everything about who I was. Something I'd earned for myself. I'd worked hard for it. And he wouldn't let me be an agent. At every turn, he would need to control me and give him a part of my soul for his love.
At some point, I would start to resent that love. Hell, there was a part of me that resented him now. Resented that I had to make this choice. I had been free, unencumbered. These feelings that I'd always had for him had been mostly dormant. More of an appreciative, 'holy shit, he's hot.'
Then you kissed him.
I kissed him to give him cover, and that changed everything. What he'd done after that I hadn't quite anticipated. How the fuck was I supposed to know what would happen? Just recalling the way he'd backed me up against the wall in that dressing room with one hand on my throat and the other in my knickers, the fast and dirty orgasm he'd brought me. It made me wet to think of it now.
Involuntarily, my hips rotated back and he groaned. "Fuck, Tabs."
I didn't even have to say a word. He lifted my leg. His big hands gripped my thigh as he angled himself and drove in. I gasped. His thumb and forefinger pinched my clit as he worked me.
I couldn't even drag in a breath as his other hand went to my neck and squeezed just a little. His breath was harsh in my ear. "I fucking love you. And I have to tell you I'm pretty pissed off that you think I don't."
He bit my ear then, and the little stab of pain sent an electric shock right to my pussy, the little twitch giving me away.
“You like it when I hurt you just a little, don't you?"
"Shut up and fuck me."
He chuckled low and angled his head as his teeth sank into the skin of my neck. I called out his name and screamed as his hips worked me in time. "Gabe, hurry. We don't have much time."
"You will not rush me. If this is the last time I get to do this, you will not fucking rush me." He growled against my throat and bit me again, this time pulling away entirely.
His hand released my thigh and slid around to my ass, his fingers gently probing. I was so damn wet. "Gabe, we don't have time."
"You let me worry about that.”
His fingers gently probed my arsehole, one first, then two. I hissed as his other hand pinched my nipple. "Fuck. I want to mark every inch of you before I'm go, so if any other fucker tries you will know it's not the same."
"I already know it will never be, Gabe. Please don't talk about this."
"Hush." His cock slid to my rear entrance, slick from my juices, and his breathing was harsh against my neck. "If you don’t want this, tell me to stop."
A part of me was afraid, but I wanted it. The exquisite burn. I wanted him to mark every part of me. I knew why he did this. If everything went wrong today, I would sacrifice myself to save him and Kira. There was no way I was letting him die. But either way, tonight was the last time we’d be doing this. We both understood that there was no way everyone was walking away from the Syndicate. Even if everything worked out with the team, we wouldn't be getting our happily ever after.
His cock nudged my rear entrance, and I inhaled deeply before relaxing and letting out a long steady breath. When the bulbous head of his cock eased in, I hissed and he groaned.
"Jesus fucking Christ, be a good girl and get me the lube. I don't want to hurt you."
"I want it to hurt just a little," I said with a whisper. I eased my ass back, and he slid all the way in as his hips ticked just a little.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
“Gabe…” I whispered his name on my tongue.
"Fuck. Jesus Christ, Tabatha, hand me the goddamn lube."
I reached for the nightstand and grabbed the bottle, handing it back to him. Quickly, he flipped open the cap, poured some onto his fingers, and then pulled his cock from me. I already missed the burn, missed that ultimate feeling of being filled so fully that I thought I might split apart. The exquisiteness of it. I was so desperate for him.
I pushed back, and he slid past the tight ring again. Fucking hell.
The burn was accompanied by a searing pleasure and the feeling of extreme fullness. He was so big. And gentle. He eased back, almost pulling the full length of his cock out of me, then inched forward one more time, seating himself further.
So good. So damn good. I breathed deeply into the pillow, trying to relax as he fucked me, as he owned my body. As he made me want all the things I couldn’t have and made me addicted to the kind of loving I’d never have again.
