Blackout

Chapter 24

Location: Imaia

Code Name: Blackout.

Time: 10:00 hrs International Time

Her soft steps made me turn around so I could see her.

My balls pulsed and my c**k hardened right away at the sight of Max, standing by the end of the kitchen without shoes and with a simple white dress on. The sun was at her back, outlining the delicate contour of her small shoulders and the womanly shape of her hips. f**k. f**k. s**t. All I wanted was to push her down in fours and f**k that sweet p***y of her until her voice grew hoarse from screaming my name with want. I was probably s**t at hiding my thoughts from her right then. I knew it because she was nervous and shy, not exactly the Max I was used to. How exactly could I control myself around her? f**k, I couldn’t. Not anymore and not with my wife. The woman was perfect in every single way and I couldn’t restrain myself any longer.

She is my wife. She is mine. We have all the time in the world. Play it down,you fucker. Play it down and don’t scare her. 

I sat on a chair and took a long look at her beautiful brown hair before finding a modicum amount of self-control. I liked to see her hair like that, wild and unfiltered. Perfect in every way. Natural. True. Damn beautiful. f**k, I needed her close, were I could touch her. She was like a drug of a kind, tailored to my very core. I couldn’t have enough of her.

“Come here,” I told her, waving my fingers at Max so she could come closer. She wasn’t sitting away from me anymore. f**k that s**t. From now on my wife only sat on my legs, where I could feel that fine ass against me. If I thought it would be as easy as that with her I had another thing coming for me. Her eyebrows arched in derision and she drew her delicate shoulders back, giving me an unamused once over.

“You know, I’m not a dog you can give orders to,” she was angry. Her anger only made her more beautiful to me. I could already see a lifetime at her side, watching her get angry at me and putting me back in place whenever I needed to be reminded I had a real woman by my side. A woman that would kick my ass if I disrespected her in any way. If I’ve wanted her close before now I wanted to kiss her until she could forget I was a stubborn man that didn’t deserve her at all. 

“Glad to hear that,” and those were the truest words in the world. I waited a second, watching her look at me with desire. For the first time in my life I was thankful a woman liked what she saw on me. This was my wife we were talking about, the only woman that I wanted to like me. I smiled while she stubbornly stayed by the limits of the room, making a point of not doing what I’ve asked from her. I smirked, shaking my head at her, “You are a hard-ass, aren’t you?”

“I think that’s exactly what you like about me.”

I f*****g loved that about her. Max was the kind of woman that didn’t have patience for dominant jerks and their stubborn ways. She knew how to keep me in line, she knew exactly what to say, what to do and how to do it so I was always busy in my mind, thinking of ways to either get her alone so I could have my way with her or find ways to placate her anger. Both of those options always ended with s*x in my mind. As I’ve assessed back in Miami, the woman was full of spunk and I was the man she needed to f**k it out of her system. I will always try to control her, I will always try to submit her under my will and Max knew that. I couldn't help it. It was the way I’ve always been. She knew I would always keep her on her toes, guessing what our next game of wills would be. And Max has still accepted me because deep down she knew she was too much of a woman for any other man than me.

She crossed her arms, digging in her heels and staring at me with narrowed hazel eyes.

Time to make her see reason. I pointed at the food and then looked back at her. She was probably starving after her night shift and I was planning on riding that tight body of hers hard for the entire day ahead of us. I needed her to be fed, strong and ready.

“That’s true. Can you please come here so I can feed you and make sure my wife stays healthy and strong?” I asked her and she was taken aback by the honesty in my words. In the end that was all I wanted from her. To stay healthy and strong. Saving the world and rescuing people all around amounted to nothing if the woman I loved grew sick from working way too many hours without eating. She gave me a small nod and started walking. The moment she stepped close enough I snatched her by her waist, sitting her on my legs and keeping her close. 

Her hair smelled like flowers and her golden skin seemed to shine bright under the sun rays lighting the kitchen. She said something about the food and I said the first thing that came to my mind but I wasn’t entirely thinking. All I knew was that Max Cruz was finally mine, sitting with her sweet ass on top of my lap. I stopped thinking when she started moving around, her small hands brushing her hair this way and the other while she ate. Under the sun she looked like a f*****g angel. All that tanned skin, all of that straight back and shapely legs. Her smell. f**k. I was drunk on her. 

She turned around then and her eyes found me.

“Callan?”

She grew scared the moment she saw my b***r. The same one I’ve been sporting for her since the moment she walked inside the kitchen. I knew I should reassure her somehow, make her feel more in control of the entire situation. s**t, I should wait until she finished eating and then tend to her needs but she moved then, straddling me and making me lose reason. My eyes covered her up and down. This, this right here with her was better than jumping out from exploding airplanes in the middle of the air, it was better than riding a car at full speed while chasing down robbers, better than killing drug lords by slicing their throats from ear to ear.  This woman was everything.

I opened button after button of her dress, trying to buy some time, to hit rewind and go back to where I was a little more in control of myself. With every button I opened I saw more of her and started forgetting all the reasons why I should be going slower. She was like a golden dream, all olive skin and small breasts that I could cup in my hands. I kissed one of her n*****s and her entire body arched in response. I’d always known the spitfire would be my perfect match in bed but her response left me a little bit crazy in the head.

I sucked harder on her breast. It tasted like hot blooded woman, like ire, and anger. I couldn’t have enough of her. My hand moved up her legs, gaining the apex of her s*x and cupping it possessively. Mine. Wet, hot, dripping. She was already a bit swollen, her lips slippery and the hood of her c**t sensitive. The moment I circled my thumb over it she came. 

Something shifted in the basic foundation of my being. The switch went off. It was the sound she made while coming, a hoarse scream that coiled and ended abruptly, like a plea to give her more until she couldn’t take it. A real woman calling for a man. When she came down on it she was panting but alert, ready for more. Max tensed when she looked at me, noticing the change she had propelled in me.

I cursed, kissing her mouth and extracting a low moan from her. I couldn’t have her growing scared of me. I sucked on her lips until she moaned again, hugging herself to my shoulders and pushing her hands up my uniform. She was shaking too hard to open my shirt but the vixen was like a desperate tigress, pulling on the buttons and scratching me in her need to get me closer. I guided us back to the bedroom, locking the door at my back. I eyed the gun I’ve left concealed over the vanity table and the knife I’ve placed under the mattress when she had been in the bathroom. I wasn’t taking my chances while I was alone with Max. Not in Imaia nor in the rest of the world for that matter. I knew better than no one that danger was a faceless bastard. It could surprise you anywhere and at any time. 

The moment I placed her down on the bed I took a step back, trying to rein in my impulse to tear her dress into pieces and thrust balls deep into my wife. Slow down, fucker. Go slow. Max stared at me and started pushing her skirts up. I kept looking her in the eyes, encouraging her to keep going while I took my clothes step by step, so she didn’t grow scared. When I started opening my pants she halted, her hazel eyes growing big and frightened.

“Eyes up here,” my voice was inflexible, leaving no room for negotiation. Max looked up right away and swallowed nervously. She was still trembling when she took her dress and lifting her shoulders pushed it all the way up, revealing her naked body. It took me a moment to control the beast inside of me and factor the idea that the angel lying on the bed right in front of me was in fact my wife and not a long forgotten dream.

Golden skin, slender legs that opened like a vase on her wide hips and then curved in the smallest waist I’d ever seen. Circular, perky breasts and long brown hair that covered the pillows in a disarray of curls. And that face…innocent and pure, completely unaware of all the things I wanted to do to her. Her trusting eyes, guileless like those of a child, looked at me with a frown marking her expression.

There was a monster inside of me. A dark part of myself I only unleashed during missions and when brutality and depravity were needed to survive. I felt the monster right underneath my skin, eager to be freed and swallow Max in one simple bite. In her eyes I could see her grow aware of it. She recognized the monster and looked him in the eyes.

“Callan?”

Shit.

That voice was like a punch on my nose. I shook my head and tried to control the instinct to take from her and never let her go out of my sight. I waited until I was able to speak and then look at her, trying my very best to respect my wife and tell her the f*****g truth. And the truth was that her beauty was one that was more than skin deep. That I’ve done terrible things in my past and didn't deserve her. That she was the finest, purest and most beautiful woman I’d ever seen and even that was an understatement. 

At the end I was a savage that couldn’t find the right words.

“I don’t know if I’m in my right mind right now…fuck, you are…” perfect, the singlest most perfect human being in the entire world. And I was done waiting, “you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You will need to tell me if I’m going too fast, do you understand?”

She nodded but I could tell she was still scared.

I took off the rest of my clothes and covered her body with mine. The moment I kissed her lips I was a gone man. She moaned and hugged tight to my shoulders while I opened her legs and tasted her scent all the way up in my mouth. Max was already panting when I began kissing her neck, then her breasts and n*****s, slowly tracing a path with my lips through her entire body. I wanted to cover every single inch of her skin with my mouth and hands, I wanted to own her completely until she was more mine than she was anybody else. When I closed my mouth over her c**t she trembled like a leaf in the wind, her beautiful legs tensing and her heartbeat turning so fast that I could feel it in her pulse.

Then I sucked and she came with a scream.

All I could think of was…

Mine.

Fucking mine.