Stalking His Assassin

Chapter 9

nine

GRACE

I scream as Christos thrusts his thick cock straight through my virginity in one long stroke. I feel like I’m being ripped in half in the best fucking way. I’m filled to the max, and even the sharp pain isn’t enough to dilute the pleasure I feel at being connected to him like this. I expect him to move, to fuck me quick and hard, but he’s just frozen in place with his cock buried deep inside me.

His eyes are pinched closed, and his jaw ticks with how hard he’s gritting his teeth. He looks like he’s in pain. I wrap my legs around him, causing my clit to rub against him. I moan at the delicious friction and keep making those small movements. Christos grips my hips tightly, halting me. I whine in response because it felt so fucking good.

“You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop. Your pussy is too goddamned good.”

“Isn’t that the point?” I ask, doing my best to wriggle against his hold.

“You want it hard and fast, little wolf? Because with how tight you’re squeezing me with that hungry cunt that’s all you’re going to get.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Do it. Fuck me…”

I nearly weep with relief when he slowly pulls out. I swear I can feel every vein in his cock as he drags it from my tight sheath. He pauses for a brief moment with the tip of his cock barely kissing my opening. His eyes bore into mine, and then he thrusts forward, stealing away my breath with how hard he plunges inside me.

There’s no more hesitation. No pauses. He fucks me hard and fast, just like he said. His thick cock feels so damn good inside me. The power behind his thrusts and the possessive way he’s looking at me is claiming. I rake my nails down his back as I meet him thrust for thrust. The room is filled with the sounds of slapping skin and our moans of pleasure.

He lifts one of my legs to his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts. My eyes nearly cross when he hits the sweet spot that Harper has laminated about being elusive. Yet, Christos has found it without any effort.

“Oh, God. Oh, fuck…” I cry out.

“You’re going to come for me like a good girl,” he growls.

“Yes… yes!”

He slips his hand between us and presses his thumb to my clit. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. I scream his name, my pussy clenching. I swear every muscle in my body tightens right along with it. Lights flash before my eyes as I lose myself in the moment. I’m barely aware when Christos buries himself deep and groans. I feel his cock throb inside me and the warmth of his release as he finds his own pleasure in my body.

He collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. I cling to him as a maelstrom of pleasure and emotion crashes through me. We lie like that for several long moments as we catch our breath. When he tries to move off me, I tighten my grip on him, not ready for him to leave me yet. I feel like if he were to walk away from me right now, I would fall apart.

“Don’t go…”

“Just getting something to clean up,” he murmurs.

I shake my head and keep my tight hold on him.

“Okay, love. I won’t go anywhere.”

He rolls so our positions are reversed. I let out a happy sigh when he starts running his hand up and down my back. For once, my mind is blissfully quiet. I’m more relaxed and calmer than I’ve ever been. I feel like Christos has me. As long as he’s here, I’m safe. Not just physically, but emotionally too. It’s a luxury I’ve never had before, and I’m determined to soak in every bit of this moment.

“You okay, little wolf?”

“I’m perfect,” I say dreamily.

He chuckles and kisses the top of my head. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, worry tinging his tone.

I mentally assess my body for injury like I would after a fight. My body feels sated and limp. There’s a soreness between my legs, but nothing unbearable. It’s a pleasant feeling because it’s a reminder of the earth-shattering experience we just shared.

“I’m good.”

He makes a noise of disbelief and disappointment, like he knows I’m holding back.

“I’m a little sore, but it’s a good sore. I like it…”

“Good girl. Don’t hide anything from me. I want to know everything. I can’t take care of you if you hide even the little things.”

“I’m sorry… I don’t know how to do this…” I admit.

He kisses the top of my head. “It’s all right, love. We’ll figure it out together. This is new for both of us.”

We slip into silence, just soaking each other in. I can already tell this will be my favorite part of keeping Christos. I’ve never been close to another person like this. Harper is a hugger, and I allow it, but it’s never felt comfortable like this. I feel like I could crawl inside Christos and still not be close enough.

I worry that I’ve lost my mind. How did we go from stalking each other all over the world to cuddling naked in bed? It’s been less than a day since Tomas dropped Christos on my doorstep, yet it feels like we’ve always been like this. Maybe this is what it’s like when people are meant to be together.

I’ve never given much thought to romance, let alone soulmates, but now I’m questioning if it’s possible for two people to be destined for each other. We’ve obviously been drawn to each other for a long time. He wouldn’t have followed me all over the world in an attempt to catch me, and I wouldn’t have tormented him by leaving him a gift when he failed if we weren’t.

I hear the warning bells trying to insert themselves into my warm, fuzzy thoughts. My body is languid, and my heart feels like it’s been peeled open and offered up on a platter for Christos to devour. I’ve never been so vulnerable, yet I have no desire to slow down and use caution.

I think that Tomas was correct when he said it’s been decided. I’m pretty sure it was decided in that alley four years ago when I let Christos live. No one else would have been given that courtesy. Maybe it started when he showed me kindness as a little girl. Either way, I’m drawn to him as much as he’s drawn to me.

“Why don’t we take a bath?” Christos asks after several quiet minutes of us just soaking each other up.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to decline, but I bite it back. Why shouldn’t we soak together in my big tub? I hardly use it because it feels like a waste. The thought of climbing into a steamy bath with Christos is more than a little appealing.

“Will you wash my back?”

“No.”

Hot disappointment fills me at his denial. “Oh… Okay,” I say, doing a piss-poor job of hiding my disappointment.

“I’m going to wash all of you, little wolf. I’m going to run my soapy hands all over your sexy body until you’re begging me to make you come.”

He gives me a gentle kiss, then walks buck naked to the bathroom with zero shame. Not that he should feel shame. His body is a work of art. His ass is two firm globes that I want to sink my teeth into. The idea excites me… a lot.

The sound of running water echoes in the bathroom, tempting me to follow him. I debate on if I should put something on to cover up. I’m waffling with indecision—something that is not like me—when he calls out to me.

“Quit overthinking and get your sexy ass in here.”

I can’t hold back my smile at how well he seems to know me. I was absolutely overthinking the entire situation. I can make life-and-death decisions in a split second, but walking across the room naked has me twisted up. It’s irrational. Besides, he’s seen and touched every inch of me. There’s literally no reason to be second-guessing something this simple other than I’m out of my comfort zone.

I square my shoulders and strut into the bathroom like I have all the confidence in the world. Christos opens his arms to me, smiling. I walk straight into his strong arms and hug him close. My nipples are extra sensitive and pebble at the rasp of his chest hair against them. My pussy clenches with arousal. After a couple orgasms, I’m already addicted.

He kisses me sweet and slow, making my heart ache at the unfamiliar emotions he’s evoking inside me. It’s equal parts terrifying and elating. It feels like that adrenaline rush before I head into a dangerous situation.

“In you go, love,” he says, helping me into the tub.

Having someone help with something I don’t need help with is a novelty. I should feel offended. Instead, I eat up his attention like it’s a big slice of strawberry cake—utterly delicious and addictive. I decide that letting him dote on me is my new favorite thing, right behind orgasms and cuddles.

Who knew I would become so soft for a man?

I sink into the hot water, moaning at how good it feels. Christos nudges me forward, then sits behind me. I lean against his chest, relaxing in his arms.

“I like this,” I murmur.

He lets out a low sound, almost a growl, and kisses my shoulder. “Me too, little wolf.”

“I like that too…”

“What?”

“Being your little wolf,” I admit. “I’ve never had a nickname before… Only Eris and Ghost and those don’t count since she feels like a whole other person.”

“You’ll always be my fierce little wolf no matter who you are in the moment. Whether you’re Grace or Eris, that will never change,” he says adamantly.

I smile at the fierceness in his tone. I love that he sees more than just the assassin. More than just the eccentric owner of Shield Security. I know Harper sees me as more, but she doesn’t know about my job as an assassin. To her, I’m an average person. Christos sees all of me, and that means everything to me.

“I’m so glad I decided to keep you.”

He laughs, then nips my neck. “I’m yours, love. I’m not going anywhere.”

I nearly melt into the bathwater when he starts washing my body. His hands are slightly calloused and feel so sensual as he cleans me. I whimper when his fingertips tease along my sore pussy. He lightly circles my clit making me moan. I arch into his touch when he cups one of my breasts and gives my nipple a light pinch.

It doesn’t take long before I can feel my insides tighten with my impending orgasm. I squeeze my thighs together, trapping his hand in case he gets the crazy idea to stop. He nips my neck, then licks away the sting. That’s all it takes to send me into the stratosphere again. My breath seizes in my chest, and my body shakes as wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure flows through me. He doesn’t stop those deliciously torturous circles until I push his hand away from my sensitive clit.

I collapse against him, completely sated. My legs are jelly, and my brain is floating on a cloud of bliss. He helps me from the tub and wraps me in a fluffy towel. Once we’re both dry, he carries me to the bed. My last cognizant thought is of how quickly he’s claimed my heart and that I’m here for it if I can feel like this forever.