Page 23 of Allegiance

As he worked his way down her body, she was spread open, and he wanted to taste her again. He couldn’t count the times that he tried to jerk off with the visual of her sitting on his face.

It had been magical and torture for him at the same time.

When he found her clit, she moaned in pleasure.

“Yes, Dakota. Please,” she whispered. “Make me cum. I’m yours.”

His heart skipped as she said that last part. Only, he’d think about it later. Instead, he dove in, pleasuring her in ways he only fantasized about.

He licked.

Teased.

Nipped.

He made her take that climb, and when he got her to the top, he shoved her off and into the pleasure. She came, and he reveled in the feeling that he got when she shouted his name.

That’s all he wanted.

Dakota craved someone to shout his name and want him even though he was two people.

Broken.

Divided.

And in pieces.

He kept going, and as he feasted on her clit, holding her prisoner on her back, he felt it.

Soft rain.

It tickled his body.

Had his mouth not been busy, he would have asked her what it was. Only, she was in his head again.

“They are my tears,” she whispered. “I cry for you every night, and still, you don’t find me.”

That broke his soul even more.

It was for the best that he didn’t answer and screw everything up like he normally did.

He focused on her and drove Eve back up, and when she teetered again, he knew what he needed.

HER.

When she fell from the edge, tumbling into the pleasure again, she called for him.

“My only love.”

It made his heart hurt in a way that no one would ever understand. No one had ever given him that. He was always Dakota, or Dak, but never ‘my love’.

What wouldn’t he give to have that?

Moving above her body and as she opened her eyes, he saw it.

Love.

Her fingers, the ones she used to pull a trigger and take countless lives, caressed his cheek and slid to his chest. She ran her hand through the spattering of salt and pepper chest hair.

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