<h4>Chapter 234: Chapter 234 Cancetion Of Flight</h4>


    Cecilia’s pov


    The thought was still hanging there, a ghost in the room, when he murmured, "Still thinking?"


    I knew the right answer. The safe one. No.


    But my body wasn’t listening to any of that logic.


    It was too busy reacting to him, to how he smelled like spice and aing storm--something addictive and outright dangerous.


    His presence alone scattered my thoughts. Fuck it.


    "Lock the door," I whispered, the words out before I could catch them.


    The deadbolt clicked into ce, a sound of pure finality.


    Then his mouth was on mine, and every thought burned up in the heat.


    The kiss was hungry, urgent, a collision of need that left no room for second-guessing.


    My arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the hard lines of his body through his clothes.


    In the middle of it, that old, primal craving rose in the back of my throat.


    I broke the kiss, my lips finding the corded line of his neck.


    I nipped at the skin, not hard, but with definite intent.


    "Easy, Cecilia," he rumbled, his voice already rough. He knew this habit of mine.


    I didn’t listen. I bit down on his chest next, the cotton of his shirt between my teeth. "I just want to bite you," I muttered against the fabric.


    His hands slid down my back, tracing the curve of my spine, making me shiver. "If you kill me, who’s going to keep you satisfied?"


    "You’re basically an incubus," I said, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. "A supernatural sex demon. You’ll survive."


    He caught my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.


    His eyes were dark, serious. "Then would you let this incubus stay... forever?"


    I saw it then, a flicker in his eyes. Hope. Fragile, like a pilot light just sparked back to life.


    I didn’t answer.


    Instead, I crushed my mouth to his, swallowing any more questions.


    He sighed into the kiss, a deep, quiet sound that held everything we never said. Then he took over, his kiss turning deeper, more consuming.


    My knees gave out, but he caught me effortlessly, one arm hooking under my legs, the other supporting my back.


    He carried me toward the bathroom without breaking the kiss.


    He set me down on the cold countertop, the marble biting into my thighs. His hands pushed my shirt up and over my head, his mouth leaving mine to trail down my throat, to my tits.


    He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard through thece of my bra until I gasped, my back arching.


    I got his shirt fully open, pushing it off his shoulders, my nails scraping down the nes of his chest.


    He unzipped my pants, yanking them and my panties down my legs in one rough, impatient move.


    His fingers slid right into my pussy, finding me wet and ready.


    "Always so fucking ready for me," he growled, working two fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit.


    I cried out, my head falling back against the mirror. "Just fuck me already. Stop teasing."


    He didn’t need telling twice. He freed his cock, thick and hard, and pushed my thighs wider.


    He drove into me with one deep, iming stroke, filling mepletely, punching the air from my lungs.


    He set a brutal, immediate pace, each thrust mming me back against the mirror.


    The sounds were obscene--skin on skin, my ragged moans, his grunts in my ear.


    I clung to him, my legs locked around his hips, taking every inch, craving more. I came hard around him, my inner muscles mping down, and he followed with a low, guttural groan, his hips stuttering, burying himself deep as he pulsed inside me.


    He carried me, still joined, to the bed. The rest of the night unfolded in a sweat-slicked, breathless haze. We didn’t speak much. There was just touch, and taste, and need. He took me from behind, his hand fisted in my hair.


    Heid me on my back and put my legs over his shoulders, fucking me so deep I saw stars.


    Each time we finished, after a few minutes of tangled, heavy breathing, his hands would start wandering again, his mouth would find a new patch of skin to im, and we’d go again.


    Later, tangled in the ruined sheets, drifting toward unconsciousness, I managed to mumble into the dark, "Don’t... finish inside."


    This hadn’t been nned. I was sure he hadn’t brought anything.


    He didn’t reply with words. He just kissed my shoulder, then found my lips in the dark, and his hand slid between my thighs.


    Again. And again.


    By morning, I was utterly spent, out cold.


    I felt him rise first, the mattress shifting, the quiet rustle of clothes. Before leaving, he came back. I felt his weight on the edge of the bed, then his careful fingers brushing my hair back from my face.


    "Cecilia, I’m heading to the exchange meeting. Call me when you board."


    "Mmm," I murmured into the pillow, barely in this world.


    His lips touched mine, a kiss gentle and cool, minty from his toothpaste.


    Then he was gone.


    The door clicked shut softly behind him, a sound that felt far too final.


    Then my eyes opened.


    --


    Sebastian left the vi at eight in the morning, driving away alone.


    An hourter, the rest of us--Tang, Sawyer, and me--loaded our luggage into a private car and headed to the airstrip. Everything looked routine. Faces nk, movements efficient.


    If anyone had been watching, they would’ve seen exactly what we wanted them to see : a standard post-mission departure.


    We boarded the jet as scheduled. I called Sebastian, just like he’d asked.


    "We’re boarding now," I told him, voice steady.


    "Good," he said. "Call me when yound."


    The line went dead.


    I held the phone to my ear for just a beat longer, then slipped it into my coat pocket.


    Once the call ended, I turned to the flight attendant with a practiced smile. "There’s been a change. Corporate reroute. We’re grounded until the day after tomorrow."


    No questions followed. Our team had pulledst-minute changes before.


    Between Sawyer’s badge and my position as Sebastian’s interim logistics lead, the crew didn’t even blink. They canceled the clearance and stood down without a fuss.


    We disembarked and headed to the meeting spot Evelyn had arranged.


    The jet door closed behind us with a soft hiss, sealing off the illusion we’d just sold.


    Outside, the sun was higher, but the air felt cooler--quieter.


    A ck SUV waited near the far gate, tucked behind a fuel truck like it didn’t want to be noticed.


    The driver leaned against the hood, sunsses on, arms crossed.


    When he spotted us, he straightened and opened the rear door without a word.


    We climbed in without hesitation. No one spoke.