15. Kalev
KALEV
The data pings confirmation. Packet integrity intact. Routes verified. And just like that, the mission shifts again—from long game to calculated next step. My pulse doesn’t spike from the intel. It spikes because she’s in the room when it happens.
Leah’s across from me, fingers ghosting over the console. That mouth tight with focus, brows drawn. She’s always a step ahead now—eyes sharper, instincts cleaner. I clock it all. Clock her.
And she feels it. The look I give her.
She lifts her head slowly. Meets my eyes.
The air thickens instantly.
She says nothing.
I don’t either.
I move first.
I close the distance between us in three strides. I don’t ask. I don’t hesitate. My hand slides behind her neck, and when her breath hitches, I pause—just long enough for her to pull back if she wanted to.
She doesn’t.
She leans into it.
I take her mouth hard. No finesse. No buildup. Just heat and teeth and tongue. She moans into it—high and sharp—and I feel it in my spine.
My other hand grips her hip, pulls her flush. I’m already hard, and she’s already pressing against me like she wants to feel every inch.
“This what you’ve been waiting for?” I growl against her mouth.
She nods. Breathless.
“Say it.”
“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse. “Kalev, yes.”
That’s all I need.
I lift her. She gasps, legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I carry her back to the cot. I lay her down, looming over her. Hands planted on either side of her head.
“You want this?” I ask.
She nods again.
“I said—say it.”
“I want you. All of you.”
Good girl.
I pull her boots off first, then her pants. No slow tease. I strip her fast, rough but careful, until she’s laid out bare and panting.
Her skin is flushed. Her nipples tight, chest rising and falling fast. My eyes rake down her body. Every part of her mine to see, mine to taste.
I unbuckle my belt, yank my shirt off.
Her eyes widen when she sees me fully.
I smirk. “Don’t get shy now.”
She licks her lips. “Not shy. Just—impressed.”
I grab her thighs, drag her to the edge of the bed. Her breath stutters.
“You wet for me already?”
She nods, cheeks coloring.
I slide two fingers between her legs. She’s drenched.
“Fuck, Leah,” I murmur, voice low and dangerous. “You been thinking about this? About me?”
“Every night.”
“You touch yourself thinking about me?”
She doesn’t answer.
I slap her inner thigh—not hard, just enough to make her jolt.
“Answer me.”
“Yes!”
“Good.”
I slide my fingers into her. She arches, lets out a sound that shoots straight to my cock. I pump them slow at first, curling just right until her hips chase the motion. Her breath gets ragged.
She’s right at the edge when I stop.
She whines.
“Not yet,” I say. “You don’t come until I’m inside you.”
I line up and thrust in slow—inch by inch until I’m fully seated.
She cries out, claws gripping my shoulders. “You’re…fuck, Kalev…”
I hold still.
Let her adjust.
Then I start to move.
Hard. Deep. Possessive.
Every thrust is a statement.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
She chants my name like it’s the only word she knows.
I grab her hands, pin them above her head, lean in so our mouths are a breath apart.
“You’re not gonna forget this,” I growl. “No matter what we tell ourselves later.”
She gasps, eyes wide, lips parted. “I don’t want to.”
I kiss her again—bruising, filthy—and fuck her harder.
The bed creaks. Sweat drips from my brow. Her thighs tremble around me.
“You close?”
She nods frantically.
“Then come for me. Now.”
She breaks apart beneath me—loud, raw, beautiful.
I follow, groaning her name into the curve of her throat, sinking into her like she’s the only thing tethering me to this planet.
After, I clean us both gently. I stay close, brushing her hair from her face, letting the silence settle.
Eventually she speaks.
“That was…”
“Yeah.”
She turns her head, studies me. “Now what?”
I exhale. “Now we get our heads back in the game.”
“So that was it?”
“For now.”
She doesn’t push.
But I see the same thing in her eyes that’s in mine.
A lie we’re both trying to believe.
That this is temporary.
That it won’t happen again.
That we can stay sharp after knowing what it feels like to come apart in each other’s arms.
But neither of us moves away.