Chapter 10 Daniel
DANIEL
The heavy steel door of the loft clicks shut, echoing like a gunshot in the silence. I throw the deadbolt, followed by the second lock, and key in the code to engage the magnetic seal.
The world outside ceases to exist. Only the hum of the servers remains, accompanied by the steady thrum of cooling fans and the blink of blue status lights in the darkness. And Kaila.
Kaila stands in the center of the room, still wrapped in my oversized leather jacket.
The heavy sleeves swallow her hands while the hem hits her mid-thigh.
Her slight frame masks a brutal resilience.
My mind flashes to her dismantling a firewall in ten seconds flat with a gun pointed at her head, and walking into a room full of bikers without blinking.
My boots hit the industrial carpet, muffling my stride as I walk toward her. Her dark eyes track me like a radar system, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. She never backs away.
"You're quiet," she observes, her voice gravelly from the adrenaline crash of the last forty-eight hours.
"I'm thinking," I grunt, stopping inches from her.
"About the code?"
"About you." Reaching out, my fingers brush the cool leather of her collar. I trace the line of the zipper down. The sound of the teeth separating echoes loud in the quiet room.
"I'm thinking about how you look in my cut," I rasp, my voice dropping to a low register. Her breath hitches. "Every man in that bar tonight stared at you. None of them will ever get to touch you."
A tremor ripples through her body. My hands pick up the subtle vibration instantly.
"You made that pretty clear staring down the guy who tried to buy me a drink," she murmurs, a smirk playing on her lips. "I thought you were going to break his arm."
"I considered it." Pushing the jacket off her shoulders, it slides down her arms to pool on the floor with a heavy sigh of leather. The soft gray tank top I've stolen from my own drawer clings to her curves, outlining the swell of her breasts and the nip of her waist.
"You're violent, Daniel."
"I'm protective." I wrap my hand around her throat to hold her steady, feeling the pulse fluttering wildly beneath her skin. "There's a difference."
"Is there?"
"Violence is chaos. Protection is precise." Stepping closer, I crowd her space and force her to tilt her head back further. My thumb strokes the line of her jaw. "And I am very precise."
The loft air remains cool for the machines, yet heat radiates off her skin. Her scent hits my senses—citrus, mint, and the faint, musky slick of her wetness. The combination strikes me harder than the whiskey we've ignored at the bar.
A clawing, desperate hunger has been building since I first spotted her in that freezing cabin. Giving up the road for her is effortless. Erasing her name from the global database and rewriting my entire life in the span of twenty-four hours guarantees I keep her.
Now, I need to seal it.
"Get on the desk," I command.
Kaila’s eyes flare wide before her gaze darkens. Turning around, she hoists herself onto the wide, reinforced workbench where we've spent the last week fighting a cyber war.
Six monitors glow behind her with streams of green code from the automated defenses I've set up to watch over us. The blue light paints shadows across her face, making her look like a digital goddess made flesh.
I step between her thighs, pushing her knees wider apart until she is fully open to me.
"You know what I did today?" I ask, sliding my rough palms up her bare thighs.
She nods breathlessly. "You erased me."
"I rebooted you." Leaning in, I brace my hands on the desk on either side of her hips to trap her in place. "Kaila Reyes is a ghost. The running stops here."
Lowering my head, my lips brush the sensitive skin just below her ear. "Kaila Gunnar belongs exactly where she is."
She gasps as my teeth clamp down on the cord of her neck, biting hard enough to leave a lasting bruise. Her fingers fly up to grip my shoulders, digging deep into the muscle.
"Daniel," she whines, the raspy pitch shooting straight to my groin.
"Say it," I growl against her skin.
"Kaila Gunnar," she whispers.
"Louder."
"Kaila Gunnar."
"That’s right." I pull back to look at her blown-out pupils swallowing the iris. Her parted lips gleam wet and swollen. "You carry my name on paper and on the network. But that data on a server means nothing."
Moving my hand to the waistband of her jeans, my jaw clenches. "I need to write it somewhere else."
Popping the button of her jeans, I drag the zipper down. She lifts her hips to help strip away the restrictive denim. I yank the pants down and toss them aside to join the jacket. Bare skin greets me.
The sight of her open to me on my desk, bathed in the artificial glow of my world, nearly shatters my control. Her pussy shines pink and slick, already weeping for my cock before my fingers even graze her.
"Fuck," I hiss, dropping to my knees.
Kaila cries out as my hands grip her hips, dragging her forward to the edge of the desk. I bury my face in her stomach to inhale the unique chemical signature of her skin mixed with the soap from my shower.
Kissing the soft skin of her belly, my rough stubble grazes her flesh. Her abdominal muscles clamp down tight under my mouth.
"You have no idea," I mutter against her skin, squeezing her thighs hard enough to leave temporary white imprints fading rapidly into red. "No idea how long I’ve craved this exact spot."
"You've... you've been here before," she stammers, threading her fingers through my hair.
"The war is over now." Looking up, my gaze traces the curve of her breasts beneath the tank top. "Before, my attention was split between checking logs and watching the perimeter for a hit squad."
Spreading her swollen folds with my thumbs, I watch her hips buck involuntarily, as her cum coats my digits.
"The door is sealed tight," I vow, my voice rough. "The perimeter is secure. There is absolutely nothing in this world right now except my tongue and your dripping pussy." Slanting my head, I dive in to feast.
Kaila screams. Her head falls back and her spine arches completely off the desk. A starving animal takes over as I devour her. I lick and suck with a brutal rhythm thudding in my chest, drinking down her syrupy slick like she is the only water source in a desert.
She tastes like victory.
My tongue works her swollen clit, finding the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves and punishing it mercilessly. The drive to make her scream my name until her voice goes raw consumes me. I need to hear her shatter.
"Daniel! Please! Oh God, please!"
She writhes wildly, drumming her heels against my back. Her fists tangle in my hair, pulling and tugging to anchor herself in the storm.
Digging my fingers into her thighs to keep her spread wide, I hold her steady. Her muscles clamp tight as violent spasms start to ripple through her core.
"Let go," I command against her soaked flesh. "Give it to me."
She shatters a second later with a high, keen cry that bounces off the steel loft walls. Her inner muscles clamp down on my tongue to pulse and milk my mouth. I stay buried, lapping up every tremor and every drop until she goes completely limp with ragged breathing.
Standing up, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
Slumped back against the monitors, Kaila's chest heaves while her unfocused gaze stares at the ceiling. She looks perfectly wrecked.
My claiming has only just begun.
Unbuckling my belt, the sound of leather sliding through loops dominates the quiet room. I shove my jeans and boxers down, kicking them off. My cock springs free, a heavy steel rod leaking pre-cum from the intense need I've suppressed for hours.
I step between her legs again. Blinking rapidly, Kaila forces her gaze to focus on my thick, jutting erection. Her jaw goes slack.
"Daniel..." she breathes. "It's so thick
"Yes," I vow. "This is all for you."
Grabbing the hem of her tank top, I rip it upward. She lifts her arms to let me strip the final barrier away. Her completely bare skin glows pale in the monitor light.
Bypassing her mouth entirely, I grip her hips and hoist her forward until her legs wrap tight around my waist. The desk no longer serves my purpose.
I carry her to the floor-to-ceiling reinforced window overlooking the compound yard below.
Heavy snow blankets the dark exterior. The one-way, bulletproof glass prevents anyone from looking inside, giving her a perfect view of the swirling snow under the floodlights to remind her of the hostile world we are safe from.
Pressing her back against the icy glass, a sharp gasp tears from her throat as her nipples harden into tight peaks.
"Look at it," I order, nodding toward the window.
She turns her head toward the frozen night.
"That represents the cold, lonely isolation we both barely survived," I murmur. Pressing my hips against hers, the broad head of my cock teases her slick folds.
Gripping her chin, I force her to look back into my eyes.
"This is the heat."
I thrust forward.
One smooth, powerful stroke buries my thick length inside her pussy to the absolute hilt.
Kaila screams a raw, visceral cry as her nails dig deep into my shoulders. Her incredibly tight inner walls clamp around my rigid shaft like a vice. Burying myself deep inside her feels exactly like locking the final, flawless piece of code into place without a single error.
"Mine," I growl, the possessive claim tearing out of my throat.
I begin to pump my hips. Deep, grinding thrusts stretch her tight passage to fill her completely. My gaze tracks the furrow of her brow, the parting of her swollen lips, and the intense roll of her eyes as she takes my size.
"You feel that?" I grit out, slamming my cock into her tight core again. "You feel me?"
"Yes," she sobs. "Yes, Daniel. Yes."
"I’m bottoming out inside your wet pussy. Deeper than anyone has ever been. I’m rewriting you from the inside out."