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🕑 Added 2025-05-30 17:00:04 +0000 UTCMy suit peeled off like a second skin.
It always did after a night like this โ one rooftop too many, one alley too dark, one moment of holding my breath while the city watched from below, never knowing who I really was.
Now, I was finally alone.
Well... not quite.
He was waiting in my bedroom โ the only one who knew both my faces.
And the only one who ever made me feel like I could melt while still being the strongest woman alive.
I stood in the doorway, breathing hard, sweat clinging to my skin under the shredded edge of my black suit. The red webbing along my ribs still shimmered in the moonlight.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless. Silent. Watching me.
As always.
"You made it back alive," he said quietly, eyes running over every inch of me.
I smirked.
"Barely."
I stepped forward. Peeled the rest of the suit down inch by inch, letting it fall around my ankles. I stood there in nothing but a thin black bra and high-cut panties, my muscles still humming from movement โ from adrenaline. From need.
"Youโve been waiting?" I asked.
He nodded once.
"I always do."
I crawled onto the bed like a panther โ slow, precise, dangerous โ and pushed him down. Straddled him. Let him feel the weight of me, the power still rippling under my skin.
But I didnโt rush.
I traced my fingers over his chest. Leaned down and bit his lip. Whispered something dark into his ear as I slid lower, until I was between his legs, teasing, licking, tasting.
He groaned my name like a man unmade.
I wrapped my mouth around him, deep and slow, my tongue moving with wicked control. He gripped the sheets, not my hair โ he knew better. I moved how I wanted, giving him everything, just the way I liked to do it: with power and grace and control.
When I finally climbed back up his body and sank down onto him, I gasped โ head falling back, hair sticking to my damp neck, thighs shaking.
It always felt like that.
Too good.
Too deep.
Too much.
He gripped my hips as I moved โ riding him slow, then fast, twisting, shifting, bending back in ways only I could. At one point I braced my hands against the wall โ high up โ lifting my body almost weightless while he thrust up into me from the bed, breath ragged, sweat shining on both our skin.
I moaned โ loud, wild, raw โ and let my control slip.
Let him flip me. Pin me. Take me.
I couldโve stopped him.
But I didnโt want to.
Because sometimes, the strongest thing I could doโฆ
was let go.
And when we both came apart โ tangled, panting, drenched in heat and moonlight โ I curled against his chest and whispered:
โNext time, Iโm tying you up.โ
He laughed.
โI was hoping youโd say that.โ
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