A/N: Finally, the smut! Trust that they will gear up and start focusing on Dylan Atwater.
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Diane's hazel eyes stared at Alexander's baby blues. He looked at her intensely, searching for answers to questions he didn't ask. Diane grabbed his jaw with her shaking fingers. She pushed his head back, forcing him to stare at her face. She was confident, in control... Back to being the woman he used to know. She kissed him hungrily, licking his lips with her tongue to seek entrance, and Alex wrapped his powerful arm around her slender waist. In moments like this, Alex and Diane weren't very talkative. Alex was on the verge of losing his mind. He growled and broke their kiss, forcing himself to stop so he could ask her if she was ready for them to have sex. He needed to know.
"Are you sure about this, Di?" -Diana shrugged, her lips still shaking-
"I'm sure about this... I need this." -She pecked his lips, and he forced himself to pull away from her-
"I need to make sure..." -He groaned, still wanting to make sure that his partner wanted to have sex with him.-
She had been very vulnerable lately, and he needed to know if he could proceed without causing her a meltdown. Diane sighed, hands still holding onto his jaw. Her hips swayed, and she pressed herself harder against his bulge. Alex groaned again and allowed his hands to stroke her back. There was no trace of hesitation on her face, no doubt, no desire to stop what they were starting, which convinced him that everything was fine and that she genuinely wanted to have sex with him. The Jackal relaxed and held onto her ass. Diane kissed his lips while she resumed rocking her hips. It distracted him enough for him to slide his large hand up her black hair. He closed his fists into her hair and drew her closer for another searing kiss. She needed him. That was a true fact. He could smell it all over her body and the small noises she made, desperate little grunts, were only confirming his first impression.
The young woman grabbed her shirt and removed it from her body, and he followed, revealing his broad chest. Diane's eyes were gleaming in this lusty light Alex recognized, and she scratched his torso, slowly drawing blood from the cuts. He could feel it, her eagerness that spoke louder than words ever could. She was relieved, angry, and horny. He could see that she got herself together and was now animated by revenge. She wanted that man's head, and he wanted to give it to her on a silver platter. Alex licked his lips when she removed her shirt and revealed her large breasts to his hungry eyes. He paused for a second, admiring her beautiful curves before his head moved forward, and he nibbled on the tender skin of her neck. In one fluid motion, he shifted position on the couch, pushed her on her back, and helped her to remove her shorts and underwear. Her full naked body was just lying under him, and her sweet scent hit his nostrils. He wanted her; the bulge in his pants could testify to it.
"Fuck... me!" She whispered in a determined but high-pitched voice.
It was all he needed to put his doubts to rest. He grabbed her plump breasts, and she nipped at her bottom lip, her eyes hooded with lust as the hitwoman wanted more. She started to roll her hips, silently pleading with him to keep going. Right now, she needed a connection. She needed to feel his hands on her; she needed to hear him feel good and to watch his face contort with pleasure. Sex, right now, was a way for her to express feelings she wasn't able to voice just yet. Did she want him? She was wet. he could see it as her neither lips were covered with her slick. Did she love him? She did. She had never acknowledged her feelings until she met with /that man/ again, and now, she wanted to scream these words at him, but they were stuck in the back of her throat. Her body was starting to feel hot, and she moaned when he slid his hand between her legs. He started to rub the little sensitive nub of nerves, and her hips bucked so she could meet his hand. She wanted to feel him inside her, just like the good old times. She needed to set herself free.
Alex didn't waste his time. He knelt on the couch, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his already hard length. He didn't even say a word and, in one swift motion, slid into the young woman. The tall mutant grunted at the warmth and tightness and slid as much of his cock as he could inside of her. The young woman eye-rolled and wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands scratching his arms, enough to draw blood. He was heavily breathing but quickly started to ram inside of her in long, deep, and hard thrusts. His hands were on each side of her face, and his nails were clawing the sheets so he didn't harm her.
Diane moaned with each of his thrusts, her left hand rested on his waist and her right was cupping his cheek. She could feel him stretching her like never before and reminding her of places she forgot she had inside. He leaned over her for a kiss. Their tongues were dueling with each other, and he played with her right breast. The Jackal's grunts were filling the room as he was taking Diane and was quickly working some sweat on his body. The sweet and spicy aroma of hers was filling his nostrils. Her scent. It always drove him mad because she smelled like vanilla. Maybe that was why I was missing Diane so much. Her scent was relaxing and arousing at the same time. But right now, he was more motivated by her wet inner walls and her sexy body than by /feelings/! He kept stretching her tight hole, filling her with his huge cock and made her scream. She wasn't much of a screamer, but whenever her voice reached the high notes, he knew she was completely unleashed. She was saying insanities... insanities that he loved to hear.
"Ahh... Baby... It's so good! You're stretching me so good!!" -Diane was screaming his new pet name, the one she recently gave him, and it made Alex feel something inside.-
He loved it when she called him baby. It spurred him on and encouraged him to keep going. Quickly enough, other words fell from her lips. "Keep going", "I want to feel you more!" and others fueled his own desire, and he went harder. They had not been together for a while, and both knew that they wouldn't last long. She kept scratching his chest and arms, and he started to pump harder into her.
He decided to change a bit. He shifted position with her to take his favorite one. She was put on her knees, and Alex held a fist of pink hair. His other hand was placed on her hip, and he smacked his waist against her plump bottom. From there he could see her back, the sensual curves of her butt and sometimes her breasts bouncing everywhere. He could also see that she was holding onto the cushions with her hands, using anything near her to satisfy her urge to hold something. He loved her body. He loved that she was supple but taut, and her skin was smooth despite her many scars. Fuck! He loved that woman! She looked at him from the corner of her eyes while he was going deeper and harder inside of her.
"Fuck! Diane! you’re so tight!" - The Jackal groaned this time-
Both of his hands were holding her waist as he went harder, knowing she would take him no matter how hard he went. He wouldn’t break her. He wouldn’t hurt her. Her voice cracked, and all she could say were now pure insanities. Diane was feeling so good that she spread her legs further to give him better access and nearly tore open the cushions with her hands as he was stroking all the right places inside her. The feeling was overwhelming, a bliss like she had never felt before. Her screams filled the room, carelessly so, as Diane didn't care about who or what could hear them. She didn't care. She felt safe in this room with Alex. She felt safe in this room with the man she had fallen in love with. She felt safe in this room, making love with the love of her life.
Alex wanted to see her face once again, so while his hips kept pistoning into her, he used his arms to grab hers and pull her against his chest. He crashed his lips into a searing kiss and kneaded her breasts with his strong hands. Diane could feel her warm body, now covered in a thick layer of sweat. She was close, so close to her climax now, and so was he. Alex moved his right hand down her belly and once he reached her folds, he started to rub her clit. His hips never faltered, and soon enough, she came around him in a scream. He didn't stop thrusting into her, now that he wanted to untie the knot in the pit of his stomach. Alex kept thrusting into her, her moans pushed him over the edge and he ended up cumming inside her. Diane groaned and shut her eyes tight.
"Fuck...Baby!" -She moaned softly and put her hands against his- "Fuck... That felt so good."
Alex held onto her as tight as he could before he planted a kiss on the nape of her neck and slowly pulled away from her. Diane gathered herself and slowly pushed his hands off of her so he could sit back on the couch and she could sit next to him too. Both bodies were covered in a thick layer of sweat. Their hair stuck to their skins. As Diane caught her breath, she put her hands on her belly and leaned into the cushions.
"Do you feel better?" -He asked. She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders-
"What do you think, baby?" -She asked, tilting her head to the side so she could look at him. "
"I think that you do feel much better!" -He grinned and traced the curve of her arm with his forefinger- " I'll grab a shower, and you tell me what you found?"
"Mmhhhh or I could tell you now, and you grab a shower later?"
"Do you want to spoil me?" -She nodded and let her hand stroke his thigh- "Okay... I'm listening."
" Alright. He killed the journalist. Here, in Budapest. He made him watch the torture of his family and tried to stage it like a murder suicide. I think he's still here. Now, stand up, go grab a shower, and we'll plan our next move!" -She planted a kiss on his lips and then leaned back into the cushions-
Alex stood up, nodded, and pulled his pants back on. She sighed, her gaze set on the ceiling, and she smiled to herself. She felt happy... She was happy and now determined, more than ever, to find the man and watch him die.
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Carton House, Dublin, the afternoon, a year ago.
"You came back to me, Charles. If you're not careful, I could think that you actually like me."
"Perhaps I do like you, Enora."
He couldn't help but smile at her. They were both lying on their front sides. Alex watched as she looked divine under the moonlight. He ran his hand through her coily hair and cupped her cheek with his large hand. Diane closed her eyes for a moment and allowed the fingers of her left hand to draw arabesques on Alex's torso. She curbed her lips into a grin.
"You shouldn't like me, Charles." -He couldn't help but smile harder. Her voice was now a purr, and it was still stirring something in his loins-
"And why is that, Enora?" -He repeated, bemused. He held onto her cheek a little more, and his thumb started to stroke her soft skin.-
"I will break your heart." -She whispered, her eyes averted his face to look at his chest-
"It's alright. I don't have a heart." -He mused before he realized she was genuine. He furrowed his brows and moved her head so she would look at his face again- "We both wear invisible scars, Enora. I am sure that I could tell you the very same thing because that's also what I do. That's what I did with Nuria. That is something I could do to you as well."
"I don't think you understand... I'm not talking about fighting you, betraying you, or anything you can expect from dating a hitman like you. No. I'm not talking about that."
"Then what are you talking about?"
"I will die, and it will break your heart. I don't intend to survive one my mission is completed." -She bluntly said-
"I wouldn't have pegged you as one with a deathwish." -His voice was stern but warm. Alex leaned his forehead against hers. Alex planted a kiss on top of her head-
"It's going to be very difficult for me to find a reason to live once that man is dead. He took everything from me. Sometimes I even think that he took my humanity." -She bitterly laughed and chewed at her bottom lip- "I have nothing left to give, Charles.....So, once I get my revenge, the world would be better if I die."
"I think it's nonsense, Enora. I think.. There is still something to do in this life. There is still a monster to kill. There is still another life to save. I like you, I like this.... I'd like this to last a little longer....Please. Reconsider." -She blinked and looked into his blue eyes. He stroked her face and pressed a kiss to her lips-
"I will think about it. I can... I can do that." -She leaned into his touch and gently snuggled against him-
-TBC-
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