Sink With Me

“If you take one life, you take all, no witnesses. Another body exists, which is why our databases are constantly being scanned for your callsign. What would your parents think?”

His hand raises to his jaw making me flinch as he analyzes my torn fatigues and wounds with a solemn expression. I stiffen my stance, my parents fought to keep me hidden so I’d never be put in the middle. It’s too late now.

“I wish you wouldn’t make me do this to you.” he pauses, lowering his hand from his face to brush the back of his knuckles against the burn on my cheek. “I just need you to be the perfect soldier. Don’t worry, we can fix it.”

I place my hands behind my back and intertwine my fingers together when another soldier steps in, placing the worn whip into Dutton’s hand. I’m lucky he cares enough to take it easy on me. When I arrived, he said that if I was captured, it could’ve been way worse.

Maybe I should’ve taken his life.

“We have to complete our missions, Cordi. No matter what.”

I feel the familiar firm press of a mouth against mine, making my lips part without command. The cool, humid breeze breaks against my skin as I stuck in a sharp breath through my nose. I refuse to pull away. I know I shouldn’t trust him, I never should’ve, but I can’t stop breathing him in like the air I was just deprived of. His hands drop from my thighs, but I only tighten them around him. I don’t want to let go.

My hair falls around my shoulders as he pulls the tie and replaces it with his hands tangling in it and pulling. My scalp stings, but I can’t stop myself from diving back into him like it’s the last time I’ll ever be able to. If I’m dead, I don’t want to come back. Can the devil be a savior?

I wish he’d hate me. If he did, then he’d push me away. He’d put me through everything Dutton prepared me for. If he did, then I’d have a reason. I break away for a moment to suck in a harsh breath, only to dive back in. I’m dead to the world. Maybe I can stay that way. Perhaps I can live in this space where I don’t have to fight. Even if I can’t have that dream life at least I can pretend for a little while, right?

“We can’t do this out here.” He says into the kiss. I wish he’d stop talking for once and just let us have our moment that never lasts long enough. He tilts his head as I find a path to my mark on his neck. The steps he takes out of the water still and I can feel his heavy breath wash down my back the moment I run my tongue over the thick scar.

“I swear to God, I’ll kill anyone who sees you like this.”

For some fucked up reason, that only makes me more desperate as my hands glide along his shoulders and back. I want to memorize every inch of his skin, and I fear I don’t have enough time to do so. We tumble to the ground, and I know I’ll regret this later when I have to wash each sand off my body. Instead of finding his eyes on mine, I follow them to the lining of the wall, where I know recruits are stationed and watching.

I’m sure it was just my subconscious trying to scare me, reminding me of where I came from, of the people I once loved and called family, but I could’ve sworn even in the dim light I could see a flash of red. Squinting, the odd sight is replaced with a tight bun.

I need to get out of my head. No. I need everyone else out of my head.

Date: 5-15-2024

Time: 1847

In a matter of minutes, I’ve seen everything I’ve worked for and everything I’ve ever dreamed of coming to light. It’s not for my father, as selfish as that sounds. Maybe it started that way, and I still hate the color red, but the moment I met the goddess, who is currently fighting to pin me on my back and take control, it was all about her.

Finding her purpose. Catching her. Keeping her.

I thought maybe bringing her into the moment she’d realize I’m not who she wants me to be. I’m not going to change, and I’m sure as hell not going to stop my fight for both the war and my place in her head. Time and time again, she surprised me. Where she was supposed to fight and make things easier, she clung on like I was a lifeline.

I’ll always save her, even if it’s in the most fucked up ways.

I finally relent as she slides her way between my legs with a victorious look on her face. I’ll remind her later that I let her have control, but for now, I can’t focus on the thought while she kisses along the waist of my boxers, gliding them down with the tops of her fingers, occasionally growling at the way they stick to my skin.

I lift my hips to help. The rigid scars along her back shimmer under the wet beads clinging to her skin. She’s gorgeous. Judging by the way she always tries to cover them, I know she’s self-conscious, but I wouldn’t want her any other way. It shows just how strong she is, not just physically.

Her hand wraps around my shaft and she runs her tongue over my already dripping tip. I curl my hand into her hair, making a tie with my fist, pulling it hard enough she has to tilt her ear back to ease some of the pressure off her scalp.

I wasn’t joking when I said if anyone sees her like this, I’d kill them, and I rather not kill someone off my team.

“You’re going to ruin me.” I murmur. My breathing is heavy with how hard it is to keep myself in control.

“Then we’ll call it even.”

Even? I smirk. It looks like I’m making more progress than I thought. My expression falls and my mouth forms into an O as she drags me to the back of her waiting mouth despite the grip I have on her hair.

I want to throw my head back at the sensation, yet I can’t tear away from the gorgeous sight in front of me. Her lips are swollen and the small bit of mascara she had on has smeared along her face. If I thought, she was gorgeous before then it doesn’t compare to now.

Her lashes flutter as she holds me in place long enough, I can feel her throat constrict with the need to swallow, looking at me with my ocean in her eyes, waiting for me. Such a little siren. I run the backs of my knuckles against her cheek, trailing the digits until they join my other hand in her hair.

“Relax your throat for me, love.”