Silent And Deadly

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ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ 13
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ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉᵒ ʳᵒˢˢⁱ...
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She tasted like honey and smelled like burning sea salt. She was everywhere, and he only could want more.

He wanted to taste her for days. He wanted to have it memorized. He wanted to write it down so historians could relive it. He wanted this. He wanted it all, or as much as she would give him.

He decided he would beg for it if she wanted him to. He would do anything.

He didn't care about the cold gun pressed under his chin.

All he knew was the taste of her breath, the smell of her skin, and the feeling of her tongue on his.

Athena's hand slowly reached up and tugged on Matteo's hair. Pulling him closer to her, and effectively pushing the gun deeper into his skin. He craved the way her fingers dug their way through his hair. How they tangled themselves into the small pieces of hair.

He didn't care that his hair would look like a shipwreck, and how much he would hate the mess. At that moment he wanted nothing more than for her to wreck his whole life.

If he wasn't so high on her, he might have been embarrassed about the whimper that left his mouth when she tugged away. But the whimper turned into a broken moan when her teeth hit his neck.

His hands went to her waist hoping for more. He wanted so much more.

His head leaned back into the wall, tilting his neck to give her more authority. He wanted her in control, for some reason, the idea of her being in control excited him.

If Athena got any closer to rubbing her soft skin on him, she was about to feel how exciting he really was.

This is so bad.

He didn't want to think of all the ways this was going to be wrong. How horrible it was going to be. He didn't want to think about tomorrow he just never wanted her to stop.

All he wanted was her, he wanted her everywhere.

He didn't think about the crowded room on the other side of the wall. He could only think of the way she skillfully bit down on the right places at the right time. And it made him crazy.

"Athena..." he gasped as her teeth met with his jugular. He didn't care that she might leave marks on him. He would happily take them.

Before he could utter another word, someone pushed open the doors and walked into the hall.

Athena shot away from him like he was on fire. He could see the want in her eyes, but it was gone faster than it had arrived.

Anger rose in his chest at whoever had ruined that small silver of time. But the anger turned to digest when he watched Athena wipe her mouth with her hand.

He had known she hadn't liked him. But was he really that bad? Bad enough that someone would wipe the remember of him from one's lips.

But then he remembered who he had so blatantly sucked faces with.

A psychopath who most likely had no feelings or thoughts behind thought eyes besides killing and murder. He did have a gun pressed to his chin the whole time. She had probably felt not that he had.

It digested him that he would ever want anything from a person like that.

That he would even like the taste of her was a lie. That he had to remind himself, every few seconds.

Whoever had made the two separated finally came into view.

An older man stopped in his traces when he walked up to the two. His eyes were wide as he stared at Athena. And something in Matteo's stomach twisted. The man's blue eyes lit with some emotion, that Matteo couldn't pinpoint.