Chapter 10 - The Quiet Evening (Cont.)
She flipped him in a heartbeat—hands braced on his chest, thighs bracketing his hips. He hit the bunk with a grunt, eyes wide. She leaned in close—grin against his throat, breath against his ear.
“Since the ambush, I’ve been thinking about doing this to you.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just let her take the lead. Let her take him.
She rolled her hips once—slick heat gliding over his hardened flesh. His breath caught hard. She did it again—slower this time, dragging herself across him with maddening precision. He bucked under her.
“Renata…”
“Still talking?” she said, smirking. “Thought I finally shut you up.”
He groaned—deep, wrecked—and gripped the edge of the mattress like it might save him.
She rocked again. A deliberate grind that left b
