Snipe me, Colonel!: A Dark Military Romance
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He was the tallest man on the military base, and he had to duck his head every time he entered a room. His massive frame reminded me of a mountain and his muscles... Oh, Lord. He was built like a brick wall. His presence alone was intoxicating. Heavy military gear hid every inch of his skin, and the ominous dark gas mask hiding his face only made the mysterious air around him thicker. The only feature I saw of him was his arctic blue eyes.
The first time I heard his voice. GOD! His German accent was like dripping honey over rich whiskey. His voice wasn't that deep baritone, but more of a boyish tone with a wolfish inclination. I was addicted to observing him.
The first time I saw him on the battlefield, I swore I had wetted my panties. His codename suited him. BERZERK. He was a force of nature, a killing machine smashing skulls and breaking enemies' spines like twigs. The blood lust in his eyes made me feel vulnerable but also protected.
I was bewitched by the German mammoth of a man who streamed off pure raw masculinity in the form of sharp hunting blades, ready to cut through flesh and bone like butter.
The first time we were assigned on a mission, just me and him, I was over the moon, but the first mission also changed our professional relationship forever. I should have been careful, and more vigilant, especially with the mission holding up dangerous biochemical weapons.
That pink gas... like a cupid's aphrodisiac, had clouded his mind and turned him into a beast. No, he didn't see me as prey, but as something else.
I was utterly helpless underneath him, and I enjoyed each moment of it. No one could say it wasn't consensual because I had clung to him with the desperation of a woman in heat.
... and like he said... I was his Häschen. His Little Bunny.
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