Page 15 of Mercenary's Redemption

His lips are parted, full and glistening with the sweat already beading on his tanned skin. Those hazel eyes are locked onto me, pupils blown wide with primal lust as the cording muscles of his arms and chest bulge and flex above me with each punishing snap of his hips.

The battered old bed beneath us groans and creaks in a protesting rhythm, sounding alarmingly close to just giving up entirely. But Chance doesn't seem to care in the slightest - he just keeps thrusting into me harder and deeper.

Reaching up with eager hands, he palms the lace cups of my bra and removes it, freeing my heavy breasts into his palms. A sharp cry escapes me as he leans in to place his tongue over one stiff nipple before sucking the entire generous mound into the scorching heat of his mouth.

My back bows off the creaking mattress as I grab onto Chance's thick biceps for dear life, thighs spreading wider.

His hips jack faster and harder, sweat beginning to bead along his tanned chest before dripping over the swell of my breasts.

I'm lost, drowning in the overwhelming sensations bombarding me from every angle, unable to cling to even a shred of control or dignity as my voice fills the tiny room with breathless shrieks and whimpering moans.

"Fuckin'...fantastic..." Chance pants harshly against the slick curve of my neck, "Such a sweet, tight little pussy...all mine now. You belong to me, Holly!"

Part of me knows I should protest, should cling to some tattered remnant of self-preservation before this crazed passion consumes me entirely. I don't belong to any man, no matter how intensive this rough lovemaking might be.

But then Chance's cock grinds against that deeply buried bundle of nerves in just the right way, and every rational thought immediately whites out into blank bliss.

"Yes!" I keen shamelessly instead, nails digging half-moon indents into the flexing slabs of his shoulders. "I'm yours, Chance! I belong to you! Just don't stop, please...keep fucking me just like that!"

Chapter 8 - Chance

In my feverish single-minded focus, I'm barely even seeing Holly anymore - just a blur of soft, yielding curves and heated, needy flesh that I'm ruthlessly plundering with no mercy.

But then, in a brief moment of clarity, I catch a glimpse of Holly's face - cheeks flushed, lips parted on soft, breathless cries, eyes heavy-lidded with rapture.

And just like that, the rest of the world comes back into sharp focus, all my senses zeroing in on the gorgeous woman writhing beneath me.

Slowing my frantic pace, I lean in and capture Holly's mouth in a searing, devouring kiss. She returns it with equal fervor, arching up to wrap her long legs tightly around my waist and draw me in even deeper.

We fit together so perfectly, like two halves of the same whole, both of us always craving more - never satisfied, always seeking that next delicious taste.

I can't hold back a ragged groan as her inner walls flutter and clench around my throbbing cock.

"Fuck," I rasp against her swollen lips, my hips rolling in a smooth, deep grind. "You feel so damn good...so tight and wet for me."

Holly's nails score down my back, leaving stinging trails in their wake.

"Chance..." she whimpers, breathless, "I'm so close...don't you dare stop."

A savage grin tugs at the corners of my mouth as I oblige, redoubling my efforts with ravaging thrusts that have the old mattress creaking.

"That's right," I growl. "Cum for me… I want you to think about me, about this moment, every time you’re home alone."

Holly doesn't say a word, but the wild hunger blazing in her eyes is all the answer I need. With a feral growl, she grips the rumpled sheets beneath us and gives me a look that's pure sin.

"Fill me up, Mercenary," she demands, voice low and trembling with dizzying arousal. "I want every last drop."

I know I should pull out, should maintain the ironclad control I pride myself on. But in this moment, all rational thought has fled, consumed by the animalistic need to breed and claim this woman as mine - to mark her inside and out until there's no denying who she belongs to.

So, with one last thrust, I let go. Wave after wave of release pulses from me, painting Holly's clenching walls in thick, virile spurts until I've emptied myself completely into her quivering heat.

Exhausted, I collapse beside her on the creaking mattress, chest heaving as I stare in awe at the sight of her. Her flushed skin is dewy with sweat, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, my seed still glistening wetly between her thighs.

And then, to my utter shock, I start laughing. Because this...this is the most idiotic thing I've ever done. I just fucked a woman I barely know mere hours after we narrowly avoided serious injury or worse.

She could have bolted at any time, but instead, she stayed - embraced the danger and welcomed the chaos that always seems to follow me like a dark cloud.

"The hell's so funny?" Holly pants, brows furrowed in confusion, as she turns her head to eye me warily.

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