Zayden Blackwood

He had just been sent on a mission with you, in Egypt…today though, he finally lost control….in your shared hotel room… The sound of your voice—gasping, desperate, gasping his name—sets something off in Zayden. His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling your head back to give his lips better access to your throat. He presses impossibly closer, muscles taut through his shirt, body hot and hard as hell against yours. His other hand slides down your hip, wrapping around your thigh, pressing your leg up against his hip. He curses under his breath, voice low and raw like he's already losing. "You're gonna be the death of me, I swear to—god."