MY AFFAIR WITH A DEADLY SOLDIER

13

PHOEBE

"Now," Kingsley murmured, his thumb moving up to trace my jawline. "Where were we?"

Before I could answer, he turned on the shower handle, and hot water blasted down straight from the overhead sprayer, instantly filling the entire room with heavy steam.

I grabbed a small washcloth from the rack, my hands still shaking slightly from the adrenaline of the gunshots downstairs. I stepped closer, wanting to help him wipe the thick, dark blood off his chest. "Let me clean you up properly—"

"No," Kingsley growled low.

He reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me straight under the falling water with him.

The hot stream hit us hard, soaking my library vest uniform in seconds. The dark blood on his bare skin began to melt away, swirling down the drain at our feet in reddish waves.

Kingsley reached for the hem of my soaked vest, peeled it off over my head, and dropped it to the wet floor. My skirt came off next, leaving me standing there in just my wet underwear while the hot water poured continuously over both of us.

He didn't give me a single second to think. He grabbed the back of my neck and slammed his mouth down on mine.

The kiss was rough, hungry, and completely overwhelming. Warm water ran down our faces, but all I could feel was the intense, blistering heat of his skin. He pushed me backward until my spine hit the slick wall of the shower.

My hands slid up his wet, corded arms to his broad shoulders, my fingers digging in to keep my balance. Kingsley moved his mouth from my lips to my jawline, kissing a trail of fire down the side of my neck. He bit softly on the sensitive skin near my collarbone, making a loud, breathless gasp break out of my chest.

His hand moved down my waist, sliding under the waistband of my wet underwear. When his long fingers touched me, a sharp wave of raw electricity shot straight down my thighs.

"Kingsley..." I gasped, my fingers clutching his shoulders as my head rolled back against the wall.

He didn't answer with words instead His fingers started moving against me—slow, firm, and agonizingly deep, rubbing right where I needed it most. My knees instantly went weak. He picked up the pace under the streaming water, his thumb circling my sweet spot while his mouth captured mine again, swallowing every single soft moan that escaped my throat.

Every touch was setting my skin on fire. The tight, heavy ache between my legs built higher and higher until I was practically shaking in his grip.

Kingsley pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes heavy as he watched my heaving chest. He hooked his large hands under my thighs and lifted me straight out of the water. He carried me across the wet floor and set me down hard on the edge of the large sink counter.

The cold surface against my bare skin made me gasp, but Kingsley didn't let me close my legs. He stepped right between my knees, spreading my thighs wide open over the edge of the sink, positioning me directly in front of the huge wall mirror.

I looked up and saw us in the glass—steam fogging the edges, water dripping from his hair, and me sitting completely exposed, my eyes heavy with pure lust.

Growing up reading romance novels, I used to lie awake in my room dreaming about a moment like this. A dangerous, powerful hero consuming me completely, taking away all my control. A soft, breathless smile touched my lips for a split second as the realization hit me—my wild, secret fantasy was actually happening right now.

My imagination is now my reality…

Kingsley saw the smile in the mirror and his eyes darkened dangerously.

He dropped to his knees right between my wide thighs.

"Kingsley—"

Before I could process what he was doing, he buried his face right between my legs. His hot tongue swept straight up my wet p***y, tasting me deeply.

A sharp scream ripped through my throat. My hands flew to his wet hair, pulling him closer as his tongue moved with devastating skill. He licked, sucked, and swirled against my most sensitive spot, driving me wild with long, heavy strokes. The feeling was so intense, so insanely good, that my hips started lifting off the counter on their own for more.

I arched my back, my knuckles turning white as I held onto his head. Tears of pure pleasure squeezed past my eyelids. The sensation building in my stomach was just too much to explain, a tight coil snapping tighter and tighter with every lick of his tongue.

"Kingsley!" I cried out, my voice echoing off the bathroom walls. "Please, I'm... I can't take it!"

He didn't stop. He flicked his tongue faster over my sweet spot, using his fingers to part me wider.

My whole body went rigid.

“Oh I want to……I’m coming”

“Oh f**k”

“I’m so close”

“Kingsley “

A violent wave of release crashed through me, shattering my mind into a million pieces. I screamed his name, my inner muscles pulsing wildly around nothing as the intense orgasm hit me, leaving me completely weak and breathless on the cold counter.

I was shaking so badly, chest heaving, when Kingsley slowly stood up between my open legs.

Water dripped from his hair down to his bare chest. He reached down and guided his hard length straight to my entrance, rubbing his tip against my wet, sensitive opening. He pushed forward just a tiny bit—enough for me to feel his immense size teasing my tight virgin body—before sliding right back out.

“Why did f**k do you back out_?”

The torture made my brain turn to mush. My body was still riding the high of my climax, aching for the full friction of him inside me.

"Kingsley, please," I whined, my hands reaching out to pull his hips closer.

He slid along my wet slit again, slow and agonizing, driving me completely out of my mind while refusing to push all the way in.

"Please," I choked out, throwing away every drop of my pride. "I want it. Please... just put it in."

Kingsley didn't move. He held me locked beneath him, his dark eyes watching every ragged breath I pulled into my lungs.

"Look at you," he growled low against my ear, his large hand wrapping around my throat, not enough to hurt, but just enough to pin me completely. "Hating me one minute, and begging for my c**k the next."

"I don't care!" I sobbed, lifting my hips to push against him. "Just put it in! Please, Kingsley, I'm begging you!"

He paused for one long second, pressing his hard length right against my wet entrance. He made me feel every inch of him, making me think he was finally going to take me.

Then, he pulled back completely.

He grabbed my waist, lifted me off the counter like I weighed nothing, and set my feet down on the cold floor. He stepped away, leaving me alone in the cold air.

I blinked up at him in complete shock. My body was burning, empty, and my legs were shaking so hard I could barely stand.

"Why... why did you stop?" I asked, my voice cracking as I reached out for him. "Kingsley, don't do this!"

Kingsley grabbed a dry towel and wrapped it around his waist. He turned back and looked down at me with a dark smirk. He wasn't even out of breath.

"I told you before, Phoebe," he said, his voice cold and full of absolute control. "Your innocence comes with a price. You don't call the shots here."

"What?" I gasped, my jaw dropping as the cold air hit my bare skin. "What do you mean?"

Kingsley stepped right up to me, leaning down until his lips almost touched mine.

"You want me to take you?" he whispered, his thumb pressing hard against my bottom lip. "You have to earn it first."

“What?”