Page 35 of Captivating Nash

Deanna squirmed and wriggled as her body arched off the bed. Nash's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her pleasure unfold. He increased the pace, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder, pushing her towards the brink. Deanna's breath came in short gasps, her body tensing as the orgasm built within her.

"That's it, Deanna," Nash encouraged, his voice a commanding growl. "Let go, surrender to the pleasure. Come for me."

His words were like a trigger, releasing the floodgates of her desire. Deanna's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she climaxed, her cries filling the room. Nash continued to stroke her through her orgasm, milking every last drop of pleasure from her body.

He flipped her over on her belly, giving her five quick, hard slaps to the fullness of her ass and making her cry out.

“I warned you about putting yourself in danger. Don’t do it again.” The last phrase was punctuated by one of the smacks.

He ran his hands down her now pinkened cheeks as he slid one between her legs. Yes, it seemed as if she’d gotten even more turned on from the discipline. Good. He pulled her up and back on her knees so the wrist restraint kept her from raising the upper half of her torso off the bed. Leaning back, he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her core, breaching it ever so slightly with its broad head before taking hold of her hips and thrusting in hard and deep.

Deanna cried out as he began to drive in and out of her, dragging himself back slowly before plunging into her again. The difference between the slow, almost gentle retreat being replaced by the hard, fast, deep thrust as he surged back into her had her gasping and crying out his name. God, she felt like heaven.

He began pounding into her, using ever increasing speed and force, making her take him the way he wanted to use her. There would be time enough for sweet, gentle caresses. Tonight was about connecting sexually in the same raw and primitive way they’d been forced to connect emotionally for the past few days—he’d actually lost count of how many. All he knew was that he needed her, and he would do whatever it took to keep her in his bed and in his life.

She called his name as her pussy clamped down on him, and the shiver at the base of his spine told him he was close. He let his head fall back as he thrust into her over and over, finally giving her a last, ferocious thrust, grinding against her as his cum streamed into her. He groaned in relief and then fell on top of her, forcing her flat onto the mattress. Had anything ever felt that good?

Sighing, he reached up and untied her before rolling off of her and pulling her with him.

The Cerberus safehouse was quiet, nestled in the rolling hills just outside Monte Carlo, far from the chaos they had just escaped. It was a secluded haven, a place where the world couldn’t reach them—at least not for a little while.

The following morning, Nash sat in a pair of jeans and nothing else on the edge of the private patio off their bedroom, his gaze drifting out over the sea as the sun began to make its way over the eastern horizon, lighting up the landscape in a soft, golden glow. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving only the exhaustion and the quiet aftermath of everything they had been through.

But even as the tension began to ebb away, something inside him stirred—something unresolved.

Deanna.

She was inside, probably still sleeping after everything that had happened, but her presence lingered in Nash’s mind like a constant pull. They had faced death together, fought side by side, and shared moments of raw vulnerability that neither of them had expected. And now, as the dust settled, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. About them.

The mission had been their focus, the thing that had driven them forward. But now that it was over, what came next? The thought weighed heavily on him, and for the first time in a long time, Nash wasn’t sure what the future held. His life had always been about the next mission, the next objective. But Deanna had changed something in him, shaken loose a part of him that had been locked away for years. He might not know what lay before them, but he knew she would be a part of it.

He heard the soft creak of the French door, and when he turned, there she was.

Deanna stepped out into the dawning light, dressed only in a shirt that had been left for him, her hair still damp from the shower, her expression soft but searching. She looked different now—not in a physical sense, but in the way she carried herself. There was a new strength in her, a confidence that hadn’t been there before. But at the same time, there was an openness, a vulnerability that matched his own.

She crossed the patio slowly, coming to stand beside him, her eyes following his gaze out over the horizon. For a few moments, the silence between them was heavy with unspoken words.

Finally, Deanna broke the silence, her voice soft but sure. “We made it.”

Nash nodded, his throat tight as he struggled to find the right words. “Yeah… we did.”

But it wasn’t just about surviving. It was about what had changed between them—what had been forged in the fire of their shared ordeal. Nash turned to look at her, his eyes meeting hers, and in that moment, he saw the same uncertainty, the same longing that had been gnawing at him.

Deanna shifted, her brow furrowing slightly as if she were searching for the right words. “Nash… I don’t know what happens next. I don’t even know if I’m ready to figure it all out. But what I do know is that I don’t want to walk away from this. From us.”

Her words hit him like a wave, crashing through the uncertainty that had been building inside him. He had always been the type to keep his emotions buried, to stay focused on the mission and leave the personal stuff behind. But with Deanna, it wasn’t that simple.

“That’s good because I really wouldn’t want to have to chase your ass down, and I don’t think you’d enjoy the discipline I’d rain all over your ass.” Deanna laughed softly. “Seriously, I don’t want to walk away from us either,” Nash admitted, his voice rough but honest. “When I saw you on the dock in Crete, this was all just a job to me. Protecting you, helping you get your research done. A simple job for Cerberus. But somewhere along the way… it became more than that.”

Deanna’s eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she stepped closer. “It became personal.”

Nash nodded, swallowing hard as he fought to keep his emotions in check. “Yeah. And it scared the shit out of me. Because I’ve spent my whole life keeping people at arm’s length, never letting anyone get too close. But with you…”

He trailed off, his voice faltering as the vulnerability washed over him. He wasn’t used to this, to baring his soul, but Deanna had earned it. She had fought beside him, trusted him, and in doing so, had unlocked a part of him he had long forgotten existed.

Deanna reached out, her hand brushing his arm lightly. “I feel the same way,” she said, her voice low but steady. “I’ve always been so focused on my career, on the next project, the next research expedition. But being with you, going through all of this together… it made me realize that there’s more to life than just the work.”

Nash’s chest tightened as her words sank in. He had seen Deanna as strong, independent, and focused—someone who didn’t need anyone. But here she was, standing in front of him, vulnerable and honest, admitting that she needed him just as much as he needed her.

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