The hotel room wasn't anything special: beige walls, generic art, and a queen-sized bed with crisp white sheets that had been turned down by housekeeping. But for Eliza, it might as well have been the edge of the universe. Her heart hammered against her ribs as Daniel closed the door behind them, the soft click of the lock engaging like a starting pistol.
Three months. Three months of wanting him, watching him across conference tables, imagining this moment.
"Second thoughts?" Daniel asked, his voice rougher than usual.
Eliza turned to face him, her fingertips tingling with anticipation. "Not a single one."
In the quiet of the room, where shadows leaned against the walls, time seemed to bend and twist, the hands of the bedside clock crawling as if through molasses. She crossed the distance between them in three deliberate steps.
"I've been thinking about this since the day we met," she admitted.
Daniel's eyes darkened. "Show me."
Something primal took over. Eliza pushed him backwards until his knees hit the mattress. He sat down hard, his expression a mixture of surprise and arousal as she climbed onto his lap, her dress riding up her thighs.
"Like this?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Exactly like this."
Her weight settled on him, a gentle pressure that made him groan. She could feel his hardness beneath her, straining against his pants. She rocked against him, a silent plea, a desperate prayer for more.
"Jesus, Eliza," he gasped, his head falling back slightly. "You're so wet I can feel it through my clothes."
Her wetness was a hunger, a slick surrender as she ground against his rigidity. The world outside had narrowed to this single point, this aching, throbbing, pulsing need that consumed them both.
"Take me," she whispered, her voice trembling like a crack in a dam about to burst. "Make me yours."
Daniel's hands rose, hesitant at first, then growing sure as they found her hips, her waist, finally cupping her face. He pulled her closer until their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling in the narrow space between them.
"Are you certain?" he asked, even as his body betrayed how much he wanted this.
"I've never been more certain of anything."
His kiss was brutal, possessive, exactly what she needed. Clothing became an infuriating barrier, and they tore at each other's garments with frantic hands. Her dress hit the floor, followed by his shirt, his belt, and everything else until they were skin against feverish skin.
"On your back," Daniel commanded, and Eliza complied immediately, spreading herself before him on the cool sheets.
He loomed over her, muscled chest heaving, eyes devouring every inch of her exposed body. "Do you have any idea how many times I've dreamed about seeing you like this?"
"Tell me," she urged, arching her back slightly, offering herself.
"Every damn night." His hand slid up her inner thigh, finding her centre with unerring accuracy. "Wet dreams like a fucking teenager."
Eliza gasped as his fingers explored her, testing her readiness, her willingness.
"Please," she moaned, beyond pride, beyond pretence. "I need you inside me."
Daniel positioned himself between her thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging at her entrance. He thrust inside her with deliberate slowness, a claiming, a conquering, a collision of flesh and bone that made her cry out, not in pain but in profound relief.
"Fuck," he groaned through clenched teeth. "You feel incredible. So tight. So wet."
He remained still for a moment, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust to his size, letting himself experience the exquisite sensation of being enveloped by her heat.
The room faded away around them, the world outside disappearing until all that existed was their two bodies connected at that single, perfect point. Eliza wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper, her nails raking red lines down his back.
"Move," she commanded, rolling her hips upward. "Fuck me, Daniel. I've waited too long for this."
He began a slow, measured rhythm, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with agonising precision. Each thrust targeted a spot deep inside her that made her eyes roll back, her mouth fall open in silent pleasure.
"Harder," she demanded, her inhibitions falling away like autumn leaves. "Don't hold back. I won't break."
Daniel growled, an animal sound that sent shivers racing down her spine. "You want it harder? Are you sure about that?"
"Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Show me what you've been thinking about all these months."
Something primal flashed in his eyes. He hooked his arms under her knees, changing the angle, driving deeper with each powerful thrust. The new position opened her completely to him, allowing him to penetrate places that made her vision blur.
"Like this?" he panted, sweat beading on his forehead, dripping onto her breasts.
"Yes! God, yes, just like that."
The headboard began a steady rhythm against the wall, each impact punctuating his relentless pace. Daniel's muscles flexed and strained with the effort, veins standing out on his forearms as he braced himself above her.
She buried her face in his neck, her tears mingling with his sweat, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her body arched, bent, and twisted beneath him as the pleasure built inside her like a gathering storm.
Without warning, he withdrew completely. Before she could protest the sudden emptiness, he flipped her over with startling strength.
"On your knees," he ordered, his voice rough with desire. "I want to take you from behind."
Eliza complied eagerly, positioning herself on all fours, looking back over her shoulder at him with undisguised hunger. Daniel gripped her hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he guided himself back to her entrance.
The first thrust in this new position drove the breath from her lungs. He was deeper this way, hitting places inside her that made coherent thought impossible.
"Christ," he muttered, watching himself disappear into her over and over. "Look at how well you take me. Like you were made for my cock."
His pace increased, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with their ragged breathing. One of his hands slid up her spine to tangle in her hair, pulling just enough to arch her back further, to assert his control.
And he held her, his grip unyielding as if he was afraid to let go, afraid she'd vanish like a mirage, an illusion, a fever dream he'd conjured from desperation.
Sweat dripped between her shoulder blades as Daniel continued his relentless pace. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours of exquisite torture. Her first orgasm hit her unexpectedly, making her arms buckle beneath her.
"That's it," Daniel encouraged, never slowing. "Let go. But we're not done, not even close."
He flipped her again, this time onto her back, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her impossibly wider. The new angle sent fresh shockwaves of pleasure through her over-sensitised body.
"Look at me," he demanded. "I want to see your eyes when you come again."
She forced her heavy lids open, meeting his intense gaze as he continued to thrust into her with unwavering strength. The connection was almost too intimate, too raw.
"Daniel," she gasped, feeling the second, stronger wave of her approaching climax building from somewhere deeper than before. "I'm going to-"
"Not yet," he commanded, slowing his pace deliberately, drawing out each thrust until she wanted to scream with frustration. "Not until I say."
He reached between them, his thumb finding her swollen clit, circling it with just enough pressure to keep her teetering on the edge without pushing her over.
"Please," she begged, tears of frustration leaking from the corners of her eyes. "Please let me come."
Daniel's rhythm faltered for just a moment, the only indication that his own control was slipping.
"Now," he finally commanded against her ear, his voice dark honey as he increased both his pace and the pressure of his thumb. "Come for me, Eliza. I want to feel you come around my cock."
His crude words were the final spark. The pleasure ignited, a slow burn that started in her core and spread outward, consuming her until she was nothing but raw sensation, nothing but the place where they joined.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she chanted as waves of ecstasy crashed through her, making her inner muscles clench rhythmically around him.
Only then, when her second orgasm had nearly subsided, did Daniel finally surrender to his own need. His breathing changed, becoming ragged and harsh as sweat poured down his chest and back, muscles trembling with the strain of his prolonged restraint.
"Fuck, Eliza," he growled, his voice stripped raw. "I can't; I need to."
His thrusts deepened, each one driving him toward the precipice. The veins in his neck stood out as his jaw clenched, fighting the inevitable for just a few moments longer. His fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to leave marks as he anchored himself to her.
"Yes," she urged, clenching deliberately around him. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come."
Something primal and untamed flashed across his face. His eyes, normally sharp and focused, grew unfocused and wild. His thrusts lost their measured rhythm, becoming desperate, almost brutal in their intensity. Each impact jarred her body, the bed frame creaking in protest beneath them.
The tension that had been building in his body for the past hour, for the past three months, finally reached its breaking point. Daniel threw his head back, the tendons in his neck straining like cables as the first pulse of his orgasm tore through him. A sound somewhere between a roar and a sob ripped from his throat, raw and unfiltered.
His entire body went rigid, then convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him. Each spasm sent another hot pulse deep inside her, his cock throbbing violently with each release. His hips continued to move in shallow, involuntary jerks as his climax seemed to go on endlessly, draining him completely.
The intensity of it knocked the breath from his lungs. For several seconds, he couldn't inhale, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel the overwhelming sensation consuming him from the inside out. His vision darkened at the edges, his consciousness narrowing to nothing but the white-hot pleasure radiating from where their bodies remained joined together.
"Christ," he finally managed to gasp when he could form words again, his body still quaking with aftershocks. "I've never... that was..."
Words failed him as he collapsed onto her, his heart thundering against his ribs so hard she could feel it against her own chest.
And when it was over, when the storm had passed, when the thunder had faded and the earthquakes had stilled, she lay beneath him, her body spent, her soul raw and exposed.
Minutes passed in silence, broken only by their gradually slowing breaths. Daniel rolled to his side, taking her with him, unwilling to break their connection just yet.
"Stay with me," she whispered, her voice barely audible against his chest.
His fingers, which had been tracing lazy patterns on her skin, suddenly stilled. Daniel's entire body tensed.
"What's wrong?" Eliza asked, propping herself up on one elbow to see his face.
"Did you hear that?" His eyes were fixed on the hotel room door.
Before she could respond, a sharp electronic beep cut through the silence. The sound of a keycard being inserted into the lock.
Daniel was on his feet in an instant, grabbing for his pants. "You said no one knew you were here," he hissed, panic edging his voice.
"No one does," Eliza replied, clutching the sheet to her chest. But even as she said it, she felt a cold weight settle in her stomach. There was only one other person who could have access to this room.
The door swung open.
"Hello, Eliza," came a voice that sent ice through her veins. "I thought I might find you here."
Daniel froze, pants half-on, as he stared at the man in the doorway. Eliza's face had drained of all colour.
"Marcus," she whispered.
The man smiled coldly, his gaze moving deliberately between Daniel and Eliza. "I see you've been getting acquainted with the target."
Daniel looked between them, confusion evident. "Target? Eliza, who is this?"
Marcus stepped into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. "She didn't tell you? Eliza works for me. Or rather, she works for the people I represent." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small revolver. "Her job was to get close to you, not to fuck you."
"What is this?" Daniel demanded, looking at Eliza with growing horror.
Marcus kept the gun trained steadily on Daniel. "Those encrypted files your company's been developing? We want them. And Eliza was supposed to professionally extract the access codes from you."
"I don't understand," Daniel said, his voice hollow.
Eliza's eyes never left the gun. "I was getting there, Marcus. I just needed more time."
"Time's up," Marcus replied flatly. "Plans have changed. My employers want to send a message now, not steal data." He gestured with the revolver. "So, Mr Hayes, I'm afraid your company is about to suffer a tragic loss due to a jealous lover's quarrel."
Daniel's jaw tightened. "She doesn't love you."
A humourless laugh escaped Marcus's lips. "Love? You think this is about love?" He glanced at Eliza. "Tell him, sweetheart. Tell him what you really are."
Eliza sat up slowly, the sheet still clutched to her chest. Her hands were steady now, her face composed. The vulnerable woman from moments ago had vanished entirely, replaced by someone Daniel didn't recognise.
"I'm sorry," she said, but her voice held no emotion. "This was always going to end badly for you."
"You've been playing me," Daniel said, realisation dawning. "All those months. The conferences. The late meetings."
"You made it easy," she replied. "You wanted it to be real so badly."
Marcus checked his watch. "Enough. We're on a schedule."
Daniel's eyes darted to the bathroom door, calculating the distance. "Whatever they're paying you, I can double it. Triple it."
"It's not about money," Eliza said. "It's about loyalty."
"To him?" Daniel spat.
"To the cause," she corrected.
Marcus raised the gun. "On your knees."
Daniel didn't move. "If you're going to kill me, at least tell me who you're working for."
"That's not how this works," Marcus said, stepping closer. "Kneel."
The air in the room seemed to thicken. Daniel's muscles tensed, the fight-or-flight instinct kicking in despite the gun pointed at his chest.
"I said kneel!" Marcus barked, his finger tightening on the trigger.
What happened next occurred in a blur of motion. Eliza lunged forward from the bed, the sheet falling away as she grabbed for something under the mattress. Marcus swung the gun toward her, his face contorting with surprise.
"You treacherous…"
The sound of gunfire filled the room.
