Valkyrie's Last Warrior

Chapter 8

Valkyrie could hardly sleep last night. Her mind was filled with the evening she had spent in Agust's presence, and what had happened in her bathroom the night before. She couldn't deny that she was strangely drawn to him. His presence was a soothing balm to her inner wounds. And his touch... Christ, almighty, the man's touch; it melted her insides instantaneously and she wanted more of it. Perhaps that's why her fantasy, while she was alone in her bathroom the night before, was so vivid. The feather light caresses and the all-consuming pleasure, all of it felt so real. She could no longer deny the fact that she wanted him in every single way possible.

Of course, all of this made her current situation significantly more complicated. This man, who seemed to be able to look into the depth of her soul, and whose touch made her want to surrender that soul to him, was the person she was tasked to snuff out in less than a month's time.

Normally, two to three weeks prior to the contract deadline, Valkyrie would be going through the final preparations. Ten days prior to the actual date of the contract execution, she would be arriving at the location where the job would be taking place, to scout out locations and to work out the last-minute details. During that time, sex would be the absolute last thing on her mind. But now, even with considerable mental effort, she couldn't stop her mind from drifting towards him.

When she finally forced herself to begin the final preparations, she found herself having to restart simple tasks repeatedly because she couldn't focus on anything long enough to get through the equipment checklist, and that task required the least amount of attention. How was she to put together an entire assassination plan when she couldn't even string together two coherent thoughts?

She gave her cheeks a light smack and said aloud, "Come on! Just get through the checklist and we can take a break."

But when she realized she had been trying to get through ammunition checks for the past ten minutes, she shoved her fingers into her hair, grabbed two handfuls of it and shouted, "Fuck!"

She ran her hands down her face and groaned in pure frustration as she said, "What is going on with me? I'm completely off my game."

Valkyrie exhaled heavily in defeat, as she threw her head back and muttered to herself, "Is all of this happening because I'm just horny? Would my ability to focus on any-goddamn-thing improve if I got laid?"

After some calculations, Valkyrie realized that the last time she had sex was the last time she was with Sterling. Once she had examined her internal calendar, she concluded that the last time she had her clock cleaned out thoroughly was almost ten months ago. It was difficult to believe that it had been that long, and the more she had thought about it, the idea of scratching this specific itch, didn't seem like a bad idea. She asked herself, "Should I do this? Is this even a viable option? The last thing I need is to make my circumstances even more complicated."

Valkyrie's current situation was far from ideal when it came to quenching her carnal thirst. She had two simple rules when it came to sex: 1) never while she was home, and 2) never more than once with the same person. That thought immediately brought her mind to memories of her times with Sterling. Valkyrie's self-imposed rule had almost always been in place, until she met Sterling.

Valkyrie didn't want to admit it, but she missed him. She missed all those sleepless nights, full of conversations that she'd never allow herself to have with anyone else, and the sense of normalcy she felt during those long weekends. But most of all, she missed the earth-shattering sex. Sterling was masterful in bed. He was enthusiastic, generous, and wasn't afraid to be vulnerable. Best of all, he was fantastic at pacing himself. She felt utterly consumed by him whenever they were together, in every sense of the word.