Page 50 of Striker

We move together, desperate to dissolve into each other, to fuse together, to become one.

Our mouths cling together, never wanting to be apart.

Our bodies move together, never wanting to be apart.

Our hot breath mingles as we gasp for air.

Our bodies move together, faster and faster, harder and harder.

"I want you to cum for me, Danielle," he says, his lips on my ear. "I want you to cum all over my cock."

I can feel it building again, that euphoric feeling of my orgasm, the wave that will carry me off, the wave that will fill me with ecstasy. My body presses against his, the man I thought I could never have, both of us riding on the edge of pure ecstasy, our bodies craving release that is just moments away, thrusting, grinding, moaning.

I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, filling me with his desire.

My head spins. My body trembles.

Our lips meet in a passionate kiss.

I explode.

My nails dig into his back, my legs tighten, pulling him into me, amid the torrent of pleasure ripping through my body, I find the presence of mind to bring my lips to his ear and whisper, "Come inside me, Owen."

Four simple words break him and gasps rip my lips apart anew as I feel him release. He shakes in my arms, between my legs, hips pulsing, thrusting, his hot breath against my neck, his lust-filled gasps in my ears.

He lifts himself up for a second, looking down into my eyes as the last aftershocks of orgasm rock him. Dilated pupils, a smile on his face.

I rise and I kiss him as his last, shaking moments of orgasm roll through him.

Time passes as we just savor each other.

This moment that we have both wanted for so long, our bodies entwined, connected, bare flesh to bare flesh.

Finally, Owen settles on the bed beside me and puts his arm against me, pulling me to his chest. I listen to his heartbeat. I hear contentment, and I smile, turning my face to kiss his chest.

"What are you doing?" He murmurs, looking down at me.

"Loving you," I murmur in reply. It feels so right to say, so natural.

"You love me?"

"I've loved you for so long, Owen."

To anyone else, it wouldn't feel right to say those words at our first time being together. But I've known him for so long. Known I've loved him for so long, too. As I watched him grow up into the man he is today, as I grew up beside him, I've loved him every step of the journey.

"I love you, too, Dani," he says, and he kisses me. There's a moment of pain on his face, of loyalty remembered. "We shouldn't be doing this. Things are different, now."

"Different, yes, but I think this is how they were always meant to be."

He chuckles. "I've wanted this for a long time, too. But some lines you can't uncross."

I yawn, the entirety of the day hitting me like a semi-truck going seventy.

"And those lines can wait until the morning. I'm tired, Owen. Tired and happy. Let's just sleep."

The comforting warmth of his skin and the muscles of his chest make a perfectly firm pillow. I rest there, eyes closed, listening to his heartbeat and the slow sound of every inhale and exhale. Eventually those beats and breaths settle into sleep while I lay there, my mind spinning over today's events.

At the most dangerous time in my life, surrounded by criminals and with my life, and the lives of my closest friends, hanging in the balance, I've crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed, and I've broken trust with my brother.

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