front of me, tightening my knuckles around it, letting out guttural moans, losing myself to him, falling apart.
I felt the edge of my orgasm begin to spread through me, hot, liquid pleasure, loosening and tightening me at the same time.
I began to work my hips against him, urging it forward.
It started at low intensity and then grew stronger.
I moaned in delight, lurching into him, my motions growing spastic and uncontrolled.
And my release rolled over me, a white hot torrent of ecstasy, making me twitch and spasm around his thick shaft.
“Are you coming?” Vigil’s voice. Harsh.
“I…” I couldn’t talk.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m… I’m coming,” I managed.
I could feel his hot breath on my neck. “You tell me when you’re coming,” he grunted, crushing me tightly against him.
The last aftershocks of my climax pulsed through me.
And he speared me, deep into my body, a sharp thrust of half-pain, half-pleasure.
I felt him release inside me as well.
He was tense against me for a moment.
And then he relaxed.
We both slumped into my desk, gasping for air.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Do you consider yourself a hero?” I said, tucked in the crook of Vigil’s arm and shoulder. We were lying on my bed. One of his arms wound around me, holding me close to him.
My recorder was balanced on his chest.
“A hero?” His voice was a deep rumble, but he sounded more relaxed than he ever had. “No. Nothing like that.”
“But you’re saving lives. Some people would say that’s heroic.”
“I just can’t let those women die, that’s all.”
I lifted my head. Ostensibly, I was asking him the questions for the interview, but I was also genuinely curious about him and why he did the things he did. “Why not?”
He reached over and touched my cheek. “You want a nice sound bite for your article, don’t you?”
“I want the truth.”
He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he addressed the ceiling instead of me. “I feel like chance plays a big part in who we are as people. You can’t chose who your family is or what kind of situation you’ll be born into. You can’t choose the circumstances that shape you into the person you are. When it comes down to it, there’s very little you do have control over. There aren’t very many choices you can make. But this is a choice I could make. To save those women. And so I did.”
I let what he’d said sink in. “Is that why you wear a mask? To choose to be someone else?”
“Maybe,” he said.
I waited for him to say something else. When he didn’t, I reached up and turned off the recorder. “I guess that’s enough.”
He kissed my forehead. “No more questions?”
“No.” I moved the recorder to my bedside table and snuggled close to him again. He was so hulking that he took up most of the bed. With his arm around me, he engulfed me. I loved the feeling of being surrounded by him.
His hand traveled lazily over my thigh. I was still only wearing the t-shirt, but I didn’t feel self-conscious about it anymore.
“Mmm.” I shut my eyes. “I should get up. I should bang out a draft of that for tomorrow. If I had it first thing, Henry would be impressed.”
“You’re going to try to write? Now?”
“I should,” I said.
“I guess that means I should go.”
I dragged my fingers over his chest. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want him to go. I liked the way it felt safe in his arms, our bodies pressed together.
His hand traveled higher, cupping the curve of my hip. “I don’t want to go,” he whispered to me. “I’d like to hold you until you fall asleep.”
Such an intimate thought for a man who wouldn’t let me see his face or his skin. He confused me. I pressed closer. “Well, I guess I could get up early and work on the draft.”
“I like that plan,” he said. His arm tightened around me.
I closed my eyes again, and I let myself relax. I didn’t think I was going to have any
I felt the edge of my orgasm begin to spread through me, hot, liquid pleasure, loosening and tightening me at the same time.
I began to work my hips against him, urging it forward.
It started at low intensity and then grew stronger.
I moaned in delight, lurching into him, my motions growing spastic and uncontrolled.
And my release rolled over me, a white hot torrent of ecstasy, making me twitch and spasm around his thick shaft.
“Are you coming?” Vigil’s voice. Harsh.
“I…” I couldn’t talk.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m… I’m coming,” I managed.
I could feel his hot breath on my neck. “You tell me when you’re coming,” he grunted, crushing me tightly against him.
The last aftershocks of my climax pulsed through me.
And he speared me, deep into my body, a sharp thrust of half-pain, half-pleasure.
I felt him release inside me as well.
He was tense against me for a moment.
And then he relaxed.
We both slumped into my desk, gasping for air.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Do you consider yourself a hero?” I said, tucked in the crook of Vigil’s arm and shoulder. We were lying on my bed. One of his arms wound around me, holding me close to him.
My recorder was balanced on his chest.
“A hero?” His voice was a deep rumble, but he sounded more relaxed than he ever had. “No. Nothing like that.”
“But you’re saving lives. Some people would say that’s heroic.”
“I just can’t let those women die, that’s all.”
I lifted my head. Ostensibly, I was asking him the questions for the interview, but I was also genuinely curious about him and why he did the things he did. “Why not?”
He reached over and touched my cheek. “You want a nice sound bite for your article, don’t you?”
“I want the truth.”
He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he addressed the ceiling instead of me. “I feel like chance plays a big part in who we are as people. You can’t chose who your family is or what kind of situation you’ll be born into. You can’t choose the circumstances that shape you into the person you are. When it comes down to it, there’s very little you do have control over. There aren’t very many choices you can make. But this is a choice I could make. To save those women. And so I did.”
I let what he’d said sink in. “Is that why you wear a mask? To choose to be someone else?”
“Maybe,” he said.
I waited for him to say something else. When he didn’t, I reached up and turned off the recorder. “I guess that’s enough.”
He kissed my forehead. “No more questions?”
“No.” I moved the recorder to my bedside table and snuggled close to him again. He was so hulking that he took up most of the bed. With his arm around me, he engulfed me. I loved the feeling of being surrounded by him.
His hand traveled lazily over my thigh. I was still only wearing the t-shirt, but I didn’t feel self-conscious about it anymore.
“Mmm.” I shut my eyes. “I should get up. I should bang out a draft of that for tomorrow. If I had it first thing, Henry would be impressed.”
“You’re going to try to write? Now?”
“I should,” I said.
“I guess that means I should go.”
I dragged my fingers over his chest. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want him to go. I liked the way it felt safe in his arms, our bodies pressed together.
His hand traveled higher, cupping the curve of my hip. “I don’t want to go,” he whispered to me. “I’d like to hold you until you fall asleep.”
Such an intimate thought for a man who wouldn’t let me see his face or his skin. He confused me. I pressed closer. “Well, I guess I could get up early and work on the draft.”
“I like that plan,” he said. His arm tightened around me.
I closed my eyes again, and I let myself relax. I didn’t think I was going to have any
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