Shards of Us

loves move with mine effortlessly. We kiss harder, faster, hotter, until the world melts away and there is nothing but the heat in my stomach and my sweaty, tingling skin against his.

Suddenly, his lips are no longer mine, and he's panting, gasping for breath, his eyes full of hunger as he moves his gaze down to my breasts and pulls his shirt over his head. I pull mine off at the same time, and then we meet again, kissing harder, more fiercely. His hands move down to my bra, slipping inside, teasing me. I feel my nipples go hard as he traces a finger around them, and a familiar urgent ache rises deep within my body.

He slips off his pants next, then pulls off mine with his expert hands. We both keep gasping for air, and I swear the heater just cranked up. There is nothing but us in this room, in this world. There is nothing but us and our bodies and our desire.

Our lips are locked again before I know what's happening, and I feel the sparks flying, the burning need his lips give me.

'Are you ready?' he whispers. I'm still gasping for air once we pull away, but he doesn't even seem fazed by it all. He's ready for the next part. The real part.

'Always,' I gasp, and then his boxers are off. And I see him again, full and broad and glorious, and the deep ache in my body grows, the pressure building up deep inside of me with primal need, because I know I want him. So, so badly.

Before I realize what's happening, he grabs me by the legs and thrusts me against the wall, bringing me to eye-level with him. My heart is pounding and my whole body feels alive, more alive than ever, as Sebastian's erection touches my inner thighs. I don't take my eyes off of him, don't stop panting and gasping as he slips off my panties slowly, cautiously, lingering his finger around the space between my legs. Teasing me. I feel myself moan, wanting him to touch me there, but he has other plans.

'Will you let me have you just for tonight, angel?' he asks, his blue eyes so strong, boring into mine. 'You're sure?'

'I'm all yours,' I whisper, tilting my head back. My back arches as I feel his erection touching my inner thigh. The pressure keeps building up inside of me. I feel the heat and the tingling and the sweat on my skin, and he goes inside of me gently, slowly, and then he's there, and I feel the pressure in my body building and building until all of it is let out in one beautiful, climatic instant. My head goes weak, and I feel the tremors rack through me as Sebastian moves around inside of me and I gasp, I moan, but I don’t let him stop even as my eyes roll back in my head. 

Chapter Nine

We're ambushed at ten a.m. the next morning. I know because Sebastian told me the time when he came back inside the safe house he's kept me locked up in to give me breakfast. My mind is still reeling from yesterday, from everything he told me, everything he did.

Sebastian is a hitman.

And he fucked me good, and now all I want is more, more, more.

I wish I didn't, though. I wish I didn't feel all these things I'm feeling for him. I wish I didn't want to get down on my knees and beg for more, beg for him, as badly as I do. But I need Sebastian. I need his body. I need his touch. And last night was only proof of that.

I don't care about the consequences. I don't care that he kills people for a living. I don't care about how bad of a person he is on the outside because I know, deep down, he's just a lost soul desperately trying to do the right thing. I've never cared for anyone as much as I care about him, and I need someone in my life, someone who can thrill me, and if Sebastian can do one thing, then he's all I need.

'How are you?' he asks that morning, handing me a cup of coffee and a delicious-looking plate of mashed potatoes and eggs.

'A little sore,' I admit.

He looks disappointed. 'Only a little?'

I smile as I bite into my eggs. 'Yes. Is that wrong?'

'Angel,' he whispers, brushing his lips against my cheek and kissing me, slowly, softly. 'If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. I need you hurting. I need me hurting. I need us both to really feel each other, and to know we are made to be together. I need to claim you. I want you to remember that you're mine.'

'I won't forget, Sebastian,' I say. 'I'll never forget.'

He smiles lightly, kissing my neck now. I arch it back, letting my head roll back as he touches me there, listening to each of his melodic breaths as he kisses the pain away. 'I know,' he says. 'I know. I just want you to remember. I want you to feel it. I want you to feel me.'

'Then do it,' I breathe. 'Fuck me again.'

He laughs to himself, turns away. 'Not yet. But soon, I promise you. I'll make you feel it soon. Now eat up. I want you strong for later.' Then, I hear the door open, and I assume he steps outside.

I nod. My heart is already racing at the prospect of this illustrious 'later,' so I eat my breakfast as quickly as possible. I look out at the marble walls, my eyes moving across the painful darkness of the room, and once again, I find myself wondering if I'll ever get out, or if, when the time comes, I'll even want to anymore. Sebastian is still trying to save me, and I know he will keep me here until he's certain I'm safe. But in a really twisted way, I'm starting to like being his captive. I like having him all to myself. I like when he kisses me, when he fucks me, and now I want more.

But what if it's not enough?

I'm busy contemplating the possibility as soon as I hear the cars pull up.

Cars.

As in, multiple cars.

As in, not Sebastian.

My whole body freezes. My stomach goes tight, and my heart thrums in my chest. The whole safe house is dark and empty, but there doesn't appear to be anyone here. 'Sebastian?' I call, fear clinging to my voice. Shit. Where is Sebastian? Did he leave the safe house? I don't even remember. Shit shit shit. I was too busy thinking about fucking him again that I don't even remember where he went.

Car doors slam outside, and I hear men barking orders, running outside. They're definitely not anyone Sebastian's friends with. And definitely not here to be especially friendly to us, either.

Shit. I glance around the room desperately, searching for a weapon, a hiding place, anything to protect myself with. But I can't even remember where Sebastian keeps the guns. Oh god, where does he keep the guns? My heart is thudding in my chest now, and I jump off the bed, heading straight to the one place of protection I see: the bathroom.

The men are circling the safe house now. I can tell by the crunch of their boots outside, by the nearing sounds of their shouts. But there is no sign of Sebastian. My heart moves faster and faster. My head has started throbbing. Where is he? Where is Sebastian? Fuck fuck fuck. There is no way I stand a chance unless he comes.

I dart straight into the bathroom as I hear the men loading their guns outside, then slowly circling the building, starting in the back first.

I'm going to die. I know it then. Just like that.

I'm. going. to. die.

There is no way out and these men are after me, and I don't even know why. My whole body shakes as I slip into the bathroom and start to close the door behind me, inching back to the shower and behind the curtain, when the front door explodes open and a burst of sunlight fills the room, blinding me.

At first my heart stops, because I think it's the men, here to kill me. But then I see Sebastian running toward me, slamming the door behind him and calling my name, guns in his hands. He tosses me a machine gun as soon as he reaches me in the bathroom, keeping me protected behind his back with his hand.

The men have full circled the building now, and I hear them shouting to each other, saying words I don't understand.