Chapter Four
“You think you saved them?” Raine asked quietly.
“No. I think I cursed them.” No charming smile. No joke. Nothing.
“You truly believe that, don’t you?”
A simple nod answered her question, and his voice sent chills up her spine. “There is no other alternative.”
“Of course, there’s an alternative.”
“How do you figure? They didn’t have a choice in this.”
“The men on Chrome’s team didn’t, which wasn’t your fault. You made the best of a bad situation. You did the best you could for all of them. And your men and Nickel knew what the end game was.”
“Did they, really?”
“At least you had something in place to get them out of there. You had others standing by to save them. They all… You truly could have died that day.”
He scoffed and she could have sworn he rolled his eyes behind his wraparounds. “Saved them? Are you shitting me? You, more than anyone else, know the life they’ve lived. You’ve helped all of them more times than I can count.”
“As have you.” There went his eyes again and he continued without addressing her exceptionally valid point.
“The half lives they’ve been forced into is—”
“Would you open your eyes?”
He was silent for a moment then tossed his shades on the desk. “I don’t know. You tell me. ‘Cause I can’t fucking see.”
“You want some cheese with your whine?” She walked around his desk and thought about smacking him upside the head but laid her hand on his shoulder instead. He was lucky she moved fully behind him and settled for rubbing his tense shoulders. “It’s a figure of speech, Charles, and you know it.”
He growled but relaxed. “I’d keep arguing but I’m too worried you’ll stop.”
Her laugh bubbled out and some of her tension eased, too. “Stop arguing or stop rubbing?”
“Both.”
No other answer came so she continued. Touching him sure as heck wasn’t a hardship and he smelled good, too. Damn good.
“As I was saying, open your eyes to the people around you. And I will smack you if you throw out anymore pity party bull. The men and women you think you cursed? They’re happy. Not a word or I’ll keep you in the gym tonight for long enough you can’t speak, much less move.”
The corners of his mouth twitched and to his credit he remained silent.
“Nickel and Tin are thick as thieves, Poppy and Silver, good gracious, and don’t even get me started on the threesome. Holy poop those three could start a forest fire with how hot their attraction is. Their love.”
“Love,” Titanium scoffed again and caught her hand.
She held her breath, all the bravado from a few moments ago draining away faster than a cat stalking a laser light.
For a few seconds, he simple held her hand as if he were weighing his options. Would he flip it over and kiss her palm? Draw her around the chair and into his arms? Down to his lap? Kiss her?
Her hand fell when he released her, then stood, searching around for his sunglasses before he turned. Facing her, he snapped, calling Annie to his side so he could take her harness. “I don’t believe in love or happy endings or any of those fairytale endings. Those are for children to believe, to get them to adulthood so life can shit on them like it did their parents. The cycle continues over and over again.”
“Right there is why you’re handicapped. You can overcome anything physical. Anything. I’ve met so many individuals who are rock stars with physical disabilities. You’re no exception. However your life is only what you make it. Nobody else can fix it for you. No one else can make you want to be different. To think differently. That’s on you. Now, let’s go.” Raine took off around the desk and out the door, not giving him a chance to argue.
“Where the hell are we heading?” He and Annie followed a few steps behind her. Probably because he had been hell bent on leaving the office anyways, and not particularly in the same direction as her. So sorry. Not.
“I should take your ass to the gym and PT you until you’re praying to the Lord above to take you now. Tonight though, I need some fresh air and you’re coming with me.”
“Walking around the compound doesn’t particularly suit my mood.”
Raine moved along the rear corridor, inputting her code, to pop the door so they could head toward the hangar. “Good thing, ‘cause taking you for a walk wouldn’t go well for either of us at the moment. You’d be six feet under by the end of it and how would I explain your death to Annie?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Have I ever told you how much I love it when you give me shit back?”
“Nope. Good thing though ‘cause I’m gonna shovel your shit at you ‘til the day I die.” His use of the word love threw her for a loop and she said a heck of a lot more than she really meant to, so she rushed on to cover up her misstep. “Now, hurry up. We’ve got places to be.”
“And what, pray tell, are we angling toward the shop for? I can’t do shit out there but stand and look authoritative.”
“We’re taking a ride.”
“A ride. Like a Sunday drive? You take me to the grocery store and the pharmacy and then head home through the park to watch Jeopardy?”
She placed her palm on the bio-scanner next to the main-door at the hangar and the latch released. Opening the door she held it for Titanium and Annie, following them in. “Not exactly. And there’s Poppy. Right on time as always.”
The blonde smiled and winked at Raine. “Dog sitter extraordinaire, at your service.” She approached from the other side of the building where she’d been talking to several of the other team members who were in on the trip, which was about to happen.
“Dog-sitter? Why would we need a dog-sitter? Annie can ride in the second row.”
“You’re not taking an Escalade kind of ride, Uncle.”
“And what kind of ride are we taking if she can’t come with?” He begrudgingly let Poppy take Annie’s harness, then planted his hands on his hips.
He was right earlier. He definitely did look authoritative. And it looked good on him, too. The leather jacket Poppy pushed at his chest would look even better. If Raine could convince him to take a chance with her.
He took the jacket and looked down as if he could see it.
Might as well rip the bandage off and get it over with. “We’re taking one of the bikes out.”
“The hell we are. You can’t drive a bike.” Several of the other members of the teams chuckled. “Sterling, I will hunt you down.”
Raine gritted her teeth and tried not to kick him. “And why can’t I?” Sterling, Gabe and Zinc walked up. They all looked like they were ready to protect Titanium from her.
And if he made this as tough as she expected him too, he might be awfully glad they were there.
She could ride a what?
“I think I’d know by now if you could ride a bike.”
“She can more than ride it,” Zinc answered for her.
Gabriel threw his two cents in, too. “And repair it if you break down.”
“What are you talking about?” He faced the guys for a second and then stared in what he hoped was Raine’s general direction again. “This wasn’t in your resume.”
“Pretty sure knowing how to tune a 55 cc engine on a soft tail wouldn’t really add to my qualifications to take care of you.”
“I fucking beg to differ. Can you really ride?”
“You really think the boys over there would sing my praises if they hadn’t seen my abilities first hand?”
“I think they’d cop to being the fucking Easter bunny if it meant you’d keep sharing your bagels with them.”
“Good point,” Gabriel agreed without missing a beat. “Copper would skin me alive if I screwed the bagels up.”
“Sarah, too,” Zinc admitted. “Looks like you’re gonna have to sac up then, Tit.” Someone clapped him on the shoulder. He assumed it was Zinc. “I’m gonna go find Steele.”
He looked in the direction of Zinc’s retreating voice. “What’s he doin’ with Steele?” Not two seconds ago Steele had bailed from his office with a hard on for a fight.
“I have a bet with him on how long it’s gonna take you to get on the bike.”
He faced forward again, ready to punch something. “Fuck you very much.”
“Sarah’s not into that but thanks for the offer.” A door opened. “And if you could help me out, play hard to get for another hour or so. I want to win Steele’s money.”
The door closed, presumably behind Zinc and Titanium gritted his teeth. He hoped the thick metal hit him in the ass on the way. Or the head.
“I’ll be right back. Need to get a couple things before we leave.” Raine walked away. “Put your jacket on. Gonna get chilly.”
“I never said I was getting on.”
“I’m taking a ride whether you’re coming with me or not, hot stuff. Don’t leave without me.” She snickered on the way and Titanium growled. “I’ll take Pissy Commanders for $1000, Alex.” Cue more growling.
“I’ll take care of Annie ’til you get back. Love you, Uncle.” Poppy kissed his cheek and Annie licked his hand.
“I’m out too. Have a good ride, Warbucks.” Sterling and Poppy’s footsteps didn’t take long to fade.
“I’m being played.” He mumbled to no one in particular—while putting on his jacket. His leather jacket. His worn leather jacket he’d lived in prior to Phoenix.
“Of course you are.” He’d forgotten Gabriel was there. “You should be quite familiar with it, since you wrote the Elite handbook on manipulation.”
“I don’t manipulate anyone—Brass.”
“Brass. Not gonna lie. Being an honorary member of all the awesome you got happening around here, rocks my shit. And you are a world-class manipulator, my friend. You can call it whatever you want, but seriously, you could win an Olympic Gold in strategic influencing.”
Gabriel was a bit more removed from the rest of the original members of Elite Recon so Titanium tended to let his guard down more around him. Like part of a degree.
“I haven’t been on a bike in more than three years. And sure as hell wasn’t on the ass end of one. Ever.”
“Been way too long then, man. And straight up? Raine is a fucking rock star on a bike. You can trust her.”
Trust.
He’d been burned way too many times to trust anyone.
A door opened and closed and someone walked up.
Raine.
“So? You’re final answer? Yes? Or No?”
“I’m taking off. You kids have fun. And if he falls off I didn’t see anyone here tonight.”
Titanium’s jaw went slack and he faced where Gabriel walked. “Dude. Bros before ho—”
“You dare finish your sentence, Charles, and I will definitely make sure you gain a few war wounds tonight. Road rash goes well with Titanium, I hear.”
He didn’t think she was looking at him and he smirked. Sounded like she was getting things ready on the bike. Didn’t sound like it was any big thing either way if he decided to stay or go with her.
But it was a big deal.
A huge fucking deal.
He could already feel the wind on his face, the thrum of the engine beneath his ass, the chill of the wind when the sun finally dropped. Wanting it was an ache in his chest he’d been unwilling to acknowledge until this night.
The crank of the engine turning over and the throaty growl bouncing around the hangar sucker punched him in the gut.
“Coming?” She asked louder than the last time to be heard over the call of the bike. “I’ve been riding for years if it makes you feel any better. No one else is here so it’s totally up to you. No one will make you feel bad if you don’t come.”
“None but those who have bets placed on whether or not I’ll pussy out.”
Her laugh sounded like sex with the purr of the engine seducing him. “Well, there is that but you can deal with them tomorrow. I can handle a big machine between my legs.” She didn’t pause for him to make some funny retort at her innuendo, not that he could have, since his mouth had gone dry. “Take a walk on the wild side, Charles. I promise to keep your virtue safe.”
He took a step forward, reaching for her, and then another.
Her palm slid along his, guiding him behind her. She was already seated and he swung a leg over the seat and sat down. Tucking up close behind her, there was no way she could miss he was hard. “And what about your virtue? Who will protect yours while we’re out?”
She seemed to shiver, but then shrugged. “Don’t think it will be a problem.” It came out a mumble and he had to lean a bit closer to hear the end of what she said.
Something in her voice made him pause, almost as if she were defeated. Not anything like how she normally sounded but then it was gone just as quickly.
“I had the bike outfitted with special braces to hold your prosthesis so you don’t have to worry about them slipping off and not feeling them.” She tapped one of his titanium legs and he lifted it, leaning down to feel what she was talking about. A special loop had been added on the foot bar. Same on the second side.
Guiding his hands she showed him how to hook them in.
“No big deal if I came or not, huh?” His questions lacked his normal heat because he was—touched by what she’d done. Was doing.
“You aren’t nearly as trapped as you think you are. And I’m determined to make you see it.”
Her hand settled on his, and he almost jumped. Sheer force of will kept him from pulling away. Seemed he’d become quite adept at it over the last few years.
Instead of barking at her or making a joke, he did something he hadn’t done in a long time. He flipped his hand over and held it. Tight. Words didn’t come. He wanted them to, but he had no idea what he wanted to say.
Finding his way back to being himself almost seemed—attainable and he didn’t want to lose the feeling.
“Ready for a ride?”
More than he could possibly put into words, so he did the safe thing and stayed silent while his heart nearly pumped out of his chest.
She bumped something against his chest when he didn’t answer and he grabbed it.
A helmet.
“What? Don’t want my amazing driving critique in your head while we ride?” He slipped off his shades, put on the helmet, expecting to hear a whole lotta nothing. Instead, her laughter danced inside him as he slipped his sunglasses inside his jacket pocket. He didn’t need them. A thousand pound weight lifted from his shoulders and he took a deep breath. First one he’d taken in a while.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis for a moment and it had nothing to do with Raine moving the bike a couple inches to knock up the kickstand. It had everything to do with her palm sliding against his and the electricity zapping every nerve in his body as if they were singing from the fucking rafters for more of her touch.
“I might regret having the helmets outfitted with Bluetooth communication chips.”
“Adamantium enjoy himself on the upgrade?”
“Like a kid at Christmas.” She revved the engine once. “You might want to hold on.”
He barely grabbed onto her waist before she peeled out of the hangar. Rolling over the tiny concrete hump which sealed one of the roll up doors…
What. A. Rush.
The visor protected his eyes from the wind.
The glorious wind.
He knew the compound like the back of his hand.
The position of the buildings, the tree-lined driveway down the center of the houses, the gate, the road leading to the compound. So he knew each turn she made. He knew where they were even though he couldn’t see. Almost as if he had a GPS map in his head he could see.
“Fuck.” Emotion expanded the word until it filled a novel and there was no hiding how rocked he was by being on a bike again.
“We aren’t even a mile out and you’re already complaining about my driving. Sheesh.” One of her hands came down and squeezed his where it still grasped her waist. She must have known he was having a hard time processing and instead of drawing attention to it, she let him be. Goofed around and made it easy for him.
Nothing else in his life was easy, but with her, it was.
“When I could see, women were the worst drivers. Cutting people off, doing their makeup or texting God knows what. Not paying attention. Driving too slow. Horrible.”
She barked out a laugh and pinched his hand. “Times have changed, buddy.” She shifted into a higher gear and his cock jerked. “How about we open her up and get on the interstate for a while?”
Didn’t seem like she really needed an answer because the bike dipped and then went up an incline, obviously entering the highway.
The past drifted away from him as they ate up mile after mile of concrete. She wasn’t reckless or foolhardy, but she had a lead foot and speed was exactly what he needed.
He’d been riding all his life. Had gotten his motorcycle license as soon as he was legal. He’d needed the open road as if it were oxygen or food.
It fed some part of him he’d kept locked away since the explosion took his legs and his sight. He took a deep breath and Raine’s voice bled into his veins.
“Knew you’d love it out here. You can clear your head and simply—be for a while.”
Be.
Remembering how long it had been since that was possible would have taken too long, and he was much more interested in the here and hot girl in front of him.
No clue what made him do it, but he relaxed his hands and slid them down her waist. Didn’t stop until the pads of his fingertips moved onto the tops of her thighs where the sexy crease abutted her hips. “You’re wearing leather pants.” His voice sounded strangled, even to his own ears. Leather. On a female. Huge fucking trigger.
“No. I’m wearing leather chaps, which is what I always wear when I ride. I’m a safety conscious girl, remember. Girl Scout. Dean’s list. You know the type.”
The fingers on one hand moved before he could tell them to stop. He wanted to know where the edge of the chaps were. And did he ease his hand down her thigh to the bottom edge? No.
Did he feel around to the posterior to feel her jeans beneath the leather? Hell no.
His fingers moved on their own, straight to the center of her. The leather gave way to denim and he brushed across the top of her mound.
A tiny whimper filtered through their connection, shocking him as if he’d been laid low with a tazer.
“I don’t know many Girl Scouts who can ride a bike like you can or wear leather or kick my ass in the gym.”
He wasn’t sure if he heard or felt her swallow since he’d cozied up flush to her ass.
“Maybe you weren’t hanging out with the right group of girls.”
“Clearly.”
His jaw hurt by the time he realized how tight he’d locked his teeth together to keep from groaning. Or coming like a teenager. He counted to like a million before he could relax the muscles in his jaw and he took longer to move his hand.
He didn’t remove it though.
Not possible.
His fingers started a slow and steady massage on her clit, using the ridge of the seam of her jeans to his advantage.
Several wisps of hair escaped her helmet, hitting him in the face. Made him want a handful of her hair after she took it out of her braid.
“This is a bad idea.” He said it. Meant it. Mostly.
“Mmhmm…” Her response could have meant many things. An affirmative to his declaration of what they were doing being a no-go or a yes, yes, yes to how he slid his finger up and down over the material, keeping him from what he’d wanted for so long.
He wanted to taste her, to lick her. Learn her body with the touch and taste of his tongue as he’d been craving to do for years. The helmet keeping him from doing just that was both a blessing and a curse.
It was late.
Dark. Not many other people were out on the highway but what he was doing still wasn’t safe.
It was dangerous in more ways than her ability to drive the bike safely.
So he stopped. Almost.
The heat of her core called to him. He wanted to unbuckle her chaps and get past the button and zipper on her jeans. The need to slide his fingers through the wet lips of her pussy ate at his self-control to the point he was panting like a fucking teenager in the mic of his helmet.
He tucked his palm against her mound and dug his fingers between her denim-covered sex and the bike. Squeezing her to him, her moan threatened his self-imposed celibacy.
Hallmark should really make a new line of cards.
I need to fuck you so bad it hurts.
Or I dream of the taste of your pussy at night when I can’t sleep.
Or his personal favorite, Ride me until morning and I’ll cum all over you and rub it in so all other men stay away from you because you’re mine and you simply don’t know it yet.
The last one was gonna have to be one of those tri-fold jobbers to get all the pertinent info in.
Fuck.
Not safe.
Not. Safe.
One last drag of his fingers across her tight jeans made him clench his teeth.
So he put his hands everywhere else he could touch but not on her.
The seat, the short back rest, the…
What. The. Hell.
Reaching around her with one hand, he felt the seat in front of her. His fingers moving up the frame, over a ridge, two more. Key ignition should be here. Lights should be right—
“Pull over.”
“Wha-a-at? Why? What’s wrong?”
“Pull. Over.”
She wasn’t even fully stopped before he was unhooking the guards to keep his prostheses in place.
“What in the world flew up your skirt?” Raine asked as soon as she’d killed the engine, knocking down the kickstand. Her voice was nothing but a whisper in his ear through their helmet mics.
He was up and off the bike as if the devil himself was on his tail.
Need raced through his limbs so heavy he could barely breathe. He yanked his helmet off to help get oxygen into his lungs. Clearing his mind wasn’t working though. Her scent was all around him in the night air. It clung to him and he wanted to roll around in it.
He sucked in another breath and held it for a couple seconds to give himself a chance to leave her alone. He wasn’t what she needed—who she needed. He wasn’t good enough for her, but mother fucker he wanted to be. Trying to tamp down his overriding need to claim her was like convincing a waterfall to reverse direction.
Distance.
Totally what he needed.
A bit of distance and he’d be good again.
Without having a clue where they were or what was in front of him, he couldn’t pace. He couldn’t do anything but put his back to her as she approached.
Her hand slid across his shoulder. “Charles, what is—”
“It’s my bike.” Not what he’d meant to say, wanted to say or should have said but it came out anyways.
Her hand paused and slowly withdrew. Without her uttering a single word he knew he was right.
A titanium fighter motorcycle he’d had custom built after he’d been inducted into Elite Recon. It had been his prize possession. The one tangible item he’d been the most proud of.
When he’d fully awoken from his coma, sans legs or the ability to see, he’d told his Dad to scrap it. He’d wanted it destroyed. Down to every last nut cover and ignition wire. He hadn’t done it, obviously. How he got it to the compound he had no clue. Why he’d gotten it there, he didn’t know. Probably would never know.
All he did know was the need to fuck his girl, whether she knew it already wasn’t exactly relevant at the moment with all the blood in his body pumping below his waist.
“Charles, I…” She didn’t continue and he gripped his helmet even harder as he faced her.
He needed to tell her to take them to the compound. He needed to tell her to get away because he could feel her as she took a step closer to him. He needed to start walking and maybe if he fell down a steep hill he’d knock some fucking sense into his head.
“You have to say no.” The handful of words weren’t any of those things but it was true none-the-less.
“Uhh…what?” Her voice was breathy as if she had a pretty good idea what he was talking about.
He felt for her waist and pulled her into his body. The other hand, still latched onto the helmet, giving him a tiny tether to the world around them. Where he was supposed to be—better. The place where scary assholes roamed lighted corners as well as the dark ones. Where the world wasn’t what most people thought it was, and he spent countless hours trying to rid the world of one more devil in disguise.
Imagining what she looked like as she hopefully looked up at him made him even harder.
“You have to tell me no right now. You have to. We can return to the compound. I’ll go for another run with Annie. I’ll go lift in the gym until I give out. I’ll leave you alone. I fucking swear it. But you have to tell me right now.” He kneaded the cloth-covered flesh at her waist, more than subconsciously asking her to do the complete opposite of what he’d told her to do. “I need you.”
He wasn’t certain if he only thought it or said it.
Her hand curled into the fabric resting on his chest. On his T-shirt. Not his leather jacket. He must have unzipped it when he’d gotten off the bike, even though it was chilly. Pacing in one fucking spot, running from her without moving as he’d done for the last how many months?
Years?
This was it. He couldn’t run anymore. He couldn’t do it.
Her breath on his mouth stopped his heart.
“I’m not taking you anywhere until you finish what you started on your bike.”
Mine.
The bike or her he didn’t know. Didn’t care.
Helmets hit the ground and his mouth was on her lips in a flash. Taking, tasting, claiming. Her taste exploded into his system, changing him.
Fuck, she tasted good. Better than he’d imagined and without his sight he had a damn good imagination.
His fingertips brushed across the beautiful landscape of her face. Soft skin, pert little nose, high cheekbones. Full lips he kissed again, and again. Each one more frantic until only their panting breaths echoed between them.
“Where should we—”
“Right here. I can’t wait.” Flipping her around elicited a tiny squeak. “Where’s the bike?” he growled as he unhooked her chaps.
“Directly in front of us. Three steps. Forward.” She swallowed and her tiny body shook against his as he advanced a couple steps, moving her in front of him.
He hoped it was dark. Had the impression it was. Could’ve actually been next to a sports stadium, filled with people, and he wouldn’t have cared.
Nothing mattered more than getting inside her.
He knew the kickstand was on the other side of his bike so he’d have something to push against. Shoving her chaps and jeans down, in the functional part of his mind he expected her to protest something but she did nothing but what he asked. “Grab the bike.”
Asked. Yeah. That was what he did. Sorta.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” His fingers slid in the wetness coating her pussy lips. Her bare pussy lips. He wanted nothing but to sink to his knees and bury his tongue inside her. Yet getting stuck on the ground would not do it for him at the moment, since his cock was pulsing a jerk jerk jerk you very much behind his fly.
So he did the next best thing.
Her scent hit his nose a breath before he sucked her juices from his fingers. “Your taste. Fuck.”
He rubbed himself across her ass and a whimper escaped her. “Please, Charles. I need you.”
His need reflecting in her voice sealed the deal. There was no backing away. No turning around. Whatever fallout was due him, he’d gladly pay it three-fold as long as he got inside her first.
A growl peppered the night around them as he freed his erection.
“Holy Mary, I don’t have condoms.”
“I’m on the pill. I’m clean. Swear. And if you stop I’m not going to be responsible for my actions. So— Fucckkkkk…”
He would have echoed her sentiment as he thrust inside her but his brain clicked off.
So tight. She was so tight, but damn was she slick.
He wasn’t a small guy and he should have been worried about hurting her, since he was stiff as concrete. But it was perfect. If her moan of pleasure was anywhere close to what he was feeling, then she was completely on board with it.
Her pussy sucked at him as he pulled out. Pushing in further the second time, he grabbed her hips and held her in place so he could fill her with every. Last. Inch.
Slide out. Thrust in. Drag out. Fill her.
Her pussy was better than he remembered with anyone else before.
Her core tightened on him and he fell into a sweet new rhythm of sex.
He’d been worried to fuck anyone. With the prostheses his balance was different, center of gravity off, but apparently thrusting into a willing pussy—which happened to be attached to the woman he loved—could overcome any bout of self-consciousness.
Love.
Lost control of his orgasm for the first time in…his life.
Came inside her.
Oh, shit. He locked his teeth down good and tight to keep the shout of joy and possession out of the space between them.
Shouldn’t have done it. Took her bare.
Which kicked him into another full round of thrust and shoot inside her.
His brain fuzzed out completely. Honestly, it happened somewhere out on the road when he realized they were on his bike. Since she’d fixed it somehow, and adapted it for him to ride on.
Just. Fuck.
His orgasm took on a life of its own as he filled her with pump after pump of his seed. Digging into her hips with the hold he had on her waist, he was vaguely aware of the possibility of leaving bruises.
His cock kicked inside her again with the mere thought of leaving some kind of mark on her.
“Permanent” made no difference as he shallowing pumped inside her as he came.
Brainwaves kicked over slowly. And when he was online again, he discovered his fingers on her clit, circling her tight knot of pleasure with a purpose. She shook, beneath him, her pussy clamping down on his cock in a rhythm, which could only mean she was seconds away from—
“Oh my God, I’m coming.” She didn’t scream it. It wasn’t some fake ass porn star declaration to feed his manhood. Her genuine surprise wove its way inside every piece of him and kicked up an unrelenting Mine and made him hard again in an instant. He needed to fuck her through her first orgasm with him.
Needed it.
Needed her.
For always.