The Sinclair Protocol – My Delivery Girl is a Private Military Queen
By Lea von Löwenstein
Chapter 6: Aftermath
Part 1: Victory’s Price
Blackwood Manor Grand Hall
The ancient hall fell silent as the financial devastation unfolded on their phones. Generations of carefully constructed power, redirected in mere seconds.
“Well,” Sebastian’s voice carried quiet triumph as he watched the Rothschild-Blackwood empire crumble in real-time. “Shall we take our leave, darling? I believe we’ve overstayed our welcome.”
Liv’s Yto Gonzaga caught morning light like victory as she turned toward the grand doors. “Of course. Though perhaps we should give them a moment to calculate their losses?”
Lord Rothschild’s checkbook lay forgotten on the marble floor, a hundred million pound offer now worth less than the paper it was written on.
“This isn’t over,” Elena’s voice shook with fury and fear. “You can’t just-“
“Can’t what?” Liv’s smile was pure venom. “Take back what was mine? Darling, I just did. And I did it wearing the dress you claimed I stole.”
Sebastian offered his arm with perfect aristocratic grace, but his eyes danced with dangerous amusement. “The Rolls Royce is waiting. Unless anyone else would like to offer us a bribe to undo what’s already been done?”
The gathered dynasties stood frozen as the newlyweds moved toward the door, their perfectly matched steps echoing off ancient stones.
“Oh, and Father?” Sebastian paused at the threshold. “I believe this makes me the majority shareholder now. We should discuss that over dinner sometime.”
The Rolls Royce waited exactly where they’d left it, gleaming black against the manor’s ancient stones. Sebastian helped Liv into the car with perfect grace, their exit as precisely choreographed as their entrance had been.
As the car door closed behind them, sealing them in leather-scented luxury, the weight of what they’d just accomplished settled in the air between them.
“Well,” Sebastian’s aristocratic features held new respect as he watched Liv adjust the Yto Gonzaga’s crystal detail. “That was quite the performance.”
“Was it?” Her smile remained dangerous even in victory. “Or was it just the next move in a much longer game?”
Through the tinted windows, they could see the frantic activity beginning at the manor – phones being grabbed, urgent calls being made, generations of financial power scrambling to understand what had just happened.
“You know,” Sebastian mused as the car pulled away, “most people would have taken the hundred million.”
“Most people,” Liv’s voice held pure silk, “wouldn’t have spent five years building an empire from the shadows, crafting every strategy, designing every algorithm, just to watch someone else take the credit.”
The Rolls Royce glided down the oak-lined drive, leaving behind the Rothschild-Blackwood alliance in chaos.
“And now?” Sebastian asked, his strategic mind already racing toward future possibilities.
“Oh darling,” her eyes danced with dangerous amusement, “now we show them what I can build when I’m not pretending to be small.”
The peaceful aftermath of their victory was shattered by the sharp buzz of Liv’s secure phone – not her regular one, but the military-grade device hidden in a concealed compartment of her Yto Gonzaga.
Her expression shifted instantly from triumph to sharp focus as she answered. “Report.”
Sebastian watched as her features hardened, all traces of the delivery girl persona vanishing completely.
“Location confirmed?” Her voice turned to steel. “And the convoy?” A pause. “No. Hold defensive positions. I want full surveillance on their approach first. And get the Jet ready. ETA 10 minutes.”
She ended the call, her fingers already dancing across the phone’s encrypted screen.
“Problem?” Sebastian’s strategic mind was already calculating possibilities.
“Someone,” Liv’s smile turned dangerous, “just launched an attack on one of our protected military transports. Three tactical teams, highly trained, attempting to intercept a convoy we’re securing.”
“Professional hit?”
“Very,” her eyes narrowed at the incoming data. “James says they’re using advanced jamming tech we’ve only seen in specialized operations. Someone’s trying to test our defenses.”
The Rolls Royce glided through London’s streets as Liv sent a series of encrypted commands.
“Shall we show them,” her eyes met Sebastian’s with lethal amusement, “exactly why our security contracts have a hundred percent success rate? To Heathrow Private Airfield. Now.”
The Rolls Royce changed direction smoothly, heading toward their private airstrip as Liv continued monitoring the tactical feeds on her secure device.
“You’re going personally?” Sebastian’s voice held a blend of admiration and concern. “After what we just did at the manor?”
“Darling,” Liv’s smile was pure steel beneath silk, “did you think I built this security division by sitting behind desks? Every contract we take, every convoy we protect – it’s all personal.”
The Yto Gonzaga caught light as she checked her phone again. “Besides, I didn’t spend years mastering close-quarter combat just to let others have all the fun.”
“The delivery girl knows combat?” His tone was teasing, but his eyes held new understanding.
“The delivery girl,” she replied with dangerous amusement, “knows rather a lot of things. How else do you think I managed to move through hostile territories unnoticed while building Marcus’s empire?”
The private airfield came into view, their jet already prepped and waiting.
“James has a tactical team standing by,” she continued, her voice turning professional. “But sometimes, when you want to send a message about testing your defenses…” Her smile turned predatory. “It helps if that message comes directly from the top.”
“Well then,” Sebastian’s aristocratic features settled into something equally dangerous, “shall we show them exactly who they’re dealing with?”
Part 2: Airborne Strategy
Private Jet Over London
The Yto Gonzaga had been exchanged for tactical gear with practiced efficiency, though Liv’s movements retained the same lethal grace. Sebastian watched as she transformed from society bride to combat commander in the jet’s luxurious cabin.
“Status,” she commanded into her secure comm while checking her own equipment. The elegant wedding rings now sat beside specialized combat gear that spoke of years of experience.
James’s voice crackled through the encrypted channel. “Convoy holding defensive position in Sector 7. Three hostile teams confirmed, using advanced jamming tech we’ve only seen in specialized military operations. They’re good, ma’am. Very good.”
“Composition?” Liv’s fingers moved over weapon checks with practiced precision.
“Ex-special forces, possibly Eastern European based on their movement patterns. They’re running a pincer formation we haven’t seen since that Belgrade operation.”
Sebastian noticed how her eyes narrowed at this detail. “Interesting. Same equipment package?”
“Similar. But they’ve upgraded their ECM suite. Raj is having trouble maintaining clear comms with the ground team.”
“Time to intercept?”
“Twenty minutes at current speed. They’re being cautious, professional. Whatever’s in that convoy, they want it intact.”
Liv’s smile turned dangerous as she finished her equipment check. “Well then, shall we show them why testing Sinclair Security’s defenses is always a terrible idea?”
“James,” Liv’s voice carried pure command through the encrypted channel. “Keep them engaged but don’t let them breach the perimeter. I want them frustrated and tired by the time we arrive.”
“Understood, ma’am. Raj is already deploying countermeasures. We’ll have them chasing shadows for hours.”
She ended the transmission and turned to find Sebastian watching her with that particular blend of strategic calculation and growing attraction that made her pulse quicken.
“Three hours,” she noted, setting aside her tactical gear. The private jet’s cabin suddenly felt more intimate. “Rather a long time to just… wait.”
“Indeed,” Sebastian’s aristocratic features settled into something more predatory as he moved closer. “Though I must admit, watching you shift from society bride to combat commander is… surprisingly compelling.”
“Is it?” Her smile turned dangerous as she closed the distance between them. “And here I thought you were still trying to decide if I was really Olivia Sinclair.”
“Oh, I think,” his voice dropped lower as he traced the line of her jaw, “you’ve rather conclusively answered that question. The real question is… what else haven’t you shown me yet?”
“Well, darling,” she pulled him closer by his perfectly tailored lapels, “we do have three hours to find out. After all… this is still our wedding night… isn´t it?”
Her words hung in the air, thick with unspoken promises and barely suppressed desire. The hum of the private jet was a low, sensual thrum, a private concert hall for the symphony about to unfold between them. The scent of leather and jet fuel mingled with the faint trace of jasmine clinging to her skin, an intoxicating cocktail that fueled his anticipation.
“Three hours,” he echoed, his voice a low rumble that resonated through her body. “An eternity, it seems, to merely talk.” His eyes, dark and intense, followed her every move, as if cataloguing the way the light caught the curve of her neck, the way her lips parted slightly with anticipation.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw, a touch that sent shivers dancing across her skin. “Oh, I think,” his voice dropped lower, a husky caress that made her pulse quicken, “you’ve rather conclusively answered that question. The real question is… what else haven’t you shown me yet?”
Her smile widened, a flash of pure, unadulterated mischief lighting her eyes. She closed the small distance between them, her hand snaking up to cup the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in the dark, impeccably groomed hair at his nape.
“Well, darling,” she purred, tugging him closer by his perfectly tailored lapels, “we do have three hours to find out. After all… this is still our wedding night… isn’t it?”
And then, she kissed him.
Not the cautious, calculated kiss of a spy testing the waters, but a kiss that was raw, passionate, and undeniably real. A kiss that spoke of shared secrets, of mutual respect, and a burning desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.
Her lips were soft and yielding, her breath warm and fragrant against his skin. The scent of her perfume filled his senses, intoxicating him, as her tongue danced against his, a tantalizing invitation to explore the depths of her desire.
He responded instinctively, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. He tasted her – the sweetness of her lips, the fire in her soul, the unwavering strength that lay beneath her delicate exterior.
The world around them faded away, the hum of the jet, the distant rumble of the engines, the weight of their responsibilities – all dissolved into a blissful oblivion. There was only them, lost in a kiss that promised to reveal all that had been hidden, to explore all that had been left unsaid.
His hands moved down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her hips, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched. He could feel her body trembling beneath his hands, a silent testament to the intensity of their connection.
She tugged at his tie, loosening the knot, her fingers fumbling slightly in her haste. He groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her body, as she freed the top buttons of his shirt, her fingers teasing the bare skin beneath.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, his eyes dark with desire. “Three hours,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “I intend to make every second count.”
He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, a slow, deliberate exploration that tasted of jasmine and defiance. A jolt of electricity shot through him, a primal recognition that transcended the chaos of the day, the lies, and the conspiracies. “What is this, Olivia?” he murmured against her mouth, his voice rough with a need he barely understood. “Who are you?”
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes shining with a mix of vulnerability and fierce determination. “I’m the woman you married, Sebastian,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “And whether you like it or not, we’re in this together. Are you going to kiss me or keep asking questions?”
He didn’t hesitate. He claimed her mouth with a possessiveness that surprised even him, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close until there was no space left between them. The doubts, the questions, the strategic calculations, all faded away, replaced by a burning desire to lose himself in her, to explore the depths of this mysterious, captivating woman who had turned his world upside down.
Her hands, emboldened by a need that matched his own, explored the muscles of his back, her fingers digging into his skin as she met his kiss with equal fervor. He felt her tremble against him, a tangible sign that he wasn’t the only one teetering on the edge of something profound.
“Three hours.” his voice a ragged whisper as he broke the kiss, his eyes devouring her face. “What exactly do you have planned for our wedding night, Mrs. Blackwood?”
She raised a brow, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. “That depends, Mr. Blackwood,” she purred, her voice a silken caress that sent shivers down his spine. “Are you willing to trust me? Are you ready to take a leap of faith?”
He hesitated for only a moment, then, with a certainty that defied all logic, he nodded. “Show me, Olivia,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “Show me everything.”
She smiled, a radiant, all-consuming bloom that erased the shadows of doubt, and took his hand, leading him towards the plush velvet seats at the rear of the cabin. As she walked there, he was exploring her gaze. It was like drowning in ocean blue, a ocean made for love.
As they reached the seats she pushed him there very sensually.
“Ok. Then you are mine, right?”, she whispered with a devious voice
His response was to lift her, his hands under her upper legs and looked at her with passion and said “Right!”, and kissed her even deeper.
His hands caressed her hips and pulled her closer to the seat.
It was like heaven the heat they exchanged in that moment. She looked him in the eyes.
“Do you feel it?”, she said whispering and feeling with her hands his upper body, as she never touched a body before.
“Liv,” he whispered: “There is no other moment where I felt alive like this.”
He lowered her gently onto the seat, but didn’t break the kiss, their lips still clinging together, a desperate melding of souls. His hands traced the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, her silk covered skin feeling incredibly smooth and sensual. The scent of jasmine and her unique aroma filled his lungs, it was intoxicating and made his head spin with the growing desire.
She pulled away slightly, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps, her eyes mirroring his own intense longing. “Then show me,” she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. “Show me how it feels to be wanted, to be desired, to be seen for who I truly am.”
His gaze swept over her face, lingering on the soft curve of her lips, the slight flush on her cheeks, the vulnerability shimmering in her eyes. He saw past the power, past the strength, past the carefully constructed facade, and saw the woman beneath – a woman who craved connection, craved love, craved to be truly seen.
“You are the most incredible woman that i ever saw”, he said.
As he said those words he started pushing her head to the roof, and kissed her through all the neck.
The moment he touched her neck, she felt like flying into space, away to the real world. It was just them, the touch, the air, the heat, and the love.
He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rumble. “Olivia,” he murmured, “I see you. All of you. And you are magnificent. Every single part.”
Then he kissed her again, a kiss that was different from all the others. Not a desperate grab for connection, not a possessive claim, but a tender, reverent exploration of her soul. His lips moved against hers with a slow, deliberate reverence, as if he were afraid of breaking something precious, something fragile.
She responded with a sigh, her body melting into his embrace, all her defenses crumbling, her heart opening like a flower to the sun. She had spent so long guarding her emotions, protecting herself from the pain of betrayal and the sting of vulnerability. But in this moment, in this kiss, she felt safe, she felt seen, she felt… loved.
He trailed his lips down her jawline, nuzzling against her neck, his breath warm and ragged against her skin. She arched her back, giving him greater access, her senses reeling from the onslaught of pleasure.
“Three hours,” he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with desire. “Let’s make every second count. What do you desire”
She shivered with pure anticipation. “I want you to claim me, Sebastian,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “I want to surrender to you completely. Show me what it is that I’ve been missing this whole time. Show me what it means to feel”
His eyes darkened with a predatory intensity that both thrilled and terrified her. He knew he had her where he wanted her.
“As you wish, my queen”, he whispered.
He lifted her effortlessly, his strong arms cradling her against his chest, and carried her towards the plush velvet seats at the rear of the cabin. She looped her legs around his waist, her body pressed intimately against his, every inch of her skin tingling with anticipation.
He lowered her gently onto the seat, following her down, his body hovering above hers, his gaze burning into her soul. “Show me,” he murmured, his voice a husky plea. “Show me everything.”
Her smile was a promise as she reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “With pleasure, darling,” she purred, and kissed him again, a kiss that was both a surrender and a command.
And with a groan that vibrated against her skin, he shifted, his hands moving with deliberate purpose, his gaze never breaking hers. He was a predator, a possessor, a man driven by a hunger that matched her own.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, tasting her, claiming her. Her hands, emboldened by desire, explored the muscles of his back, tracing the hard lines of his shoulders, feeling the subtle tremor that ran through him.
Part 3: The Bond is sealed
He unbuttoned the first buttons of her shirt, the pearl clasps giving way with slow, deliberate clicks that echoed in the suddenly silent cabin. She arched her back, her breath catching in her throat as his fingers brushed against her skin.
With a shared unspoken agreement, they moved as one, undressing each other with a frantic haste that belied their usual composure. Buttons popped, zippers rasped, and clothing landed in a haphazard pile on the floor.
“Tell me if this is what you like”, he whispered sensualy next to her ear.
The cabin air crackled with unspoken tension, with the weight of shared secrets and the promise of unbridled pleasure. The scent of their arousal filled the small space, mingling with the lingering fragrance of jasmine and leather.
He started pushing down. As he moved over he was kissing and touching and teasing every single inch of her upper body.
“Tell me you are mine”, he whispered sensualy next to her ear.
His fingers slowly started roaming the upper body again, and every part of her was his. She responded with a moan as he has pressed his body over hers. She answered with her arms embracing his whole body.
She shivered under his touch, every nerve ending alive, electric. And then he started to work with his hands again over her body.
Her body started to reach the top, it needed it, there were no escapes anymore, just them 2 on that magical moment. She could see that his heart was beating really strong, matching hers. It was now a perfect synphony.
He lowered his head, his lips finding hers again, but this time the kiss was different. This time, it was a promise, a declaration, a surrender. His tongue danced against hers, teasing, taunting, urging her to let go, to give in, to lose herself in him completely.
And she did. She surrendered. She let go. She lost herself in the moment, in the sensation, in the man who held her heart in the palm of his hand.
His hand snaked down her body, his touch sending shivers dancing across her skin. He caressed her curves, explored her hollows, tracing the map of her body with a reverence that made her ache.
His fingers found the clasp of her bra and with a flick of his wrist, it came undone, freeing her breasts to his gaze. Her nipples, already hard with arousal, peaked against the cool air. She gasped, her body trembling with anticipation.
His gaze dropped to her breasts, his eyes darkening with hunger. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her areola, circling the sensitive tip, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through her body.
He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing intensity, sending shivers of ecstasy down her spine. She cried out, arching her back, her hands tangling in his hair, urging him closer.
He moved from one breast to the other, lavishing them with his attention, his tongue teasing, tormenting, driving her to the brink of madness. She was lost, completely lost in the sensation, her body a quivering mass of pleasure.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers, his voice a ragged whisper. “Tell me what you want, Olivia,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “Tell me what you need.”
Tears welled in her eyes, a mixture of pleasure and vulnerability. “I want you, Sebastian,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I need you. All of you.”
And with that, she released him, let the fire burn, knowing this was what she wanted, needed, and deserved. She looked him in the eye as she held him and whispered:
“And I love you, Sebastian, more than I ever loved someone”
A tremor ran through him, a raw and visceral response to her words, to her touch, to the sheer vulnerability she was offering him. He knew, with a certainty that resonated deep within his bones, that this was more than just lust, more than just desire. This was something real, something profound, something that had the power to change everything.
He lifted her, cradling her in his arms, his eyes locked on hers, a silent promise passing between them. He shifted, and now his gaze was set just for her mouth. All there was for him was her. He looked one last time to her and their eyes said it all. He has never been so nervous in his life.
Then, she just pushed herself to his lips, as his hands grabbed her body and he finally exploded in love. This has never happened to him before. It was pure perfection.
He lowered her gently onto the plush leather seat, following her down, his body hovering above hers, his weight supported on his forearms. He tore his gaze from hers and trailed his lips down to her breasts, sucking and nipping, until she arched against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He whispered sensualy to her to continue to watch him what he does. That was his desire, to be seen. And as he knew this, her love increased even more.
His hands were free now and traveled. They went down to caress her hips, her thighs. It was like she had never had touch and was receiving it for the very first time.
Her voice vibrated from the touch.
He let her go for some minutes, just looking to all the sensual and beautiful curves she had, and he spoke with love:
“You are just the perfect girl that I could have asked to be with”.
She blushed and said: “Come back here, now!” – pushing him to lay on her, and their mouths connected again with force.
The kiss was electric, a merging of souls, and he was so lost in the moment to know what to do anymore.
He reached down, his fingers tracing the seam of her skirt, his touch slow and deliberate, building the tension with each passing moment. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut, as he finally reached the hem and began to push the fabric upwards, revealing her long, slender legs.
He reached to her underwear and caressed and whispered:
“Can I?”
“Is it even a question? Just use your love for me” – she answered
The plane’s subtle movement was no more sensed.
His heart had now taken the command of his body as they kissed again the deep taste of them both was the only reality existing anymore.
He pushed it down and his hands now free continued.
He started caressing with kisses and his face her naked legs. And with a new twist, he put them on his shoulders. As she was up there he whispered:
“What do you want me to do, tell me my queen? And I shall do it as you like”
Her body and soul screamed. He now had the absolute control. And it was more than she has ever dreamt to get control from such an incredible man.
He knelt between her legs, his gaze sweeping over her with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat. Her skin, flushed crimson in the soft light of the cabin, gleamed like polished marble. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast, the delicate line of her collarbone, igniting a firestorm of sensation with every touch.
Her hands met his, stopping his wandering fingers, and guided them to her core. She was slick and swollen, throbbing with anticipation, yearning for his touch. He groaned, a raw, guttural sound that vibrated through her body, and began to stroke her with slow, deliberate movements, teasing her, tormenting her, driving her to the brink of madness.
“Sebastian,” she gasped, her voice a broken whisper. “Please…”
He hesitated, his eyes searching hers, seeking permission, seeking reassurance. “Are you sure, Liv?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
“Just love me! Show me that I am yours!”
She nodded, her gaze unwavering, her body trembling with need. “More than sure,” she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. “Show me what you feel. Show me what we are.”
And with a final look as their souls stared at each other, he put himself there and she screamed with passion.
He needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself between her legs, his gaze never leaving hers, and then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, filling her with a heat that chased away the lingering chill of fear and uncertainty.
She cried out, her body arching against his, as the world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of sensation. His rhythm was relentless, his touch demanding, as he drove her higher and higher, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Their bodies merged and vibrated together as one.
The plane disappeared.
The outside world was no more.
It was just his love inside her in every cell of their bodies and souls that will stay there until the end of their lives..
And from the rain of the faces everything became just still, perfect, magic.
As it was meant to be.
Forever
The sound of their ragged breaths filled the cabin, mingling with the soft moan of the engines. Their bodies moved together in a primal dance, a testament to the deep, undeniable connection that bound them together.
The echoes of her scream, a raw, unrestrained sound of pure pleasure and surrender, still reverberated through the cabin, mingling with the ragged rhythm of their breaths. The world outside, with its looming threats and intricate conspiracies, had vanished, replaced by the intimate universe they had created, a sanctuary built on trust, desire, and a love that defied all logic.
As they crested the wave, their bodies shuddering in release, Liv clung to him, her nails digging into his back. The world exploded in a riot of colors and sensations, and she felt herself shatter into a million tiny pieces, only to be reborn, stronger and more whole than ever before.
He collapsed on top of her, his body heavy with exertion, his breath warm against her neck. The scent of their passion filled the air, a heady mix of sweat, arousal, and a hint of something wild and untamed.
He remained inside her, their bodies still locked together, the remnants of their passion clinging to them like a second skin. The air hung thick with the scent of musk and jasmine, a heady reminder of the intensity of their connection.
He lifted his head, his eyes dark with a possessive fervor, his gaze searching hers, seeking reassurance, seeking a confirmation of the bond that had formed between them. “Liv,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “tell me you felt that. Tell me it was real.”
She smiled, a slow, radiant bloom that chased away the shadows of doubt. “I felt everything, Sebastian,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. “More than I ever thought possible.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the lingering sensations, the exquisite ache that throbbed between her legs, the tingling awareness of his presence within her. A slow smile spread across her face, a radiant bloom that chased away the lingering shadows of doubt and fear.
“It was real Sebastian”, she said. “It was always real even if we meet here just today. With every breath, every touch. Now it has been real for me too.”
“You’re more incredible then everything I’ve ever dreamt of and it’s too much to take it all in, with all the facts that are in the reality of my life”, he said.
He kissed her again, a soft, tender kiss that spoke of gratitude and affection. Then, he rolled off her, pulling her close beside him, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist.
She bit her lip, a tender affection for the vulnerable man laid bare before her. All their power, all their intellect, all their training – none of it mattered in the face of this raw human connection. In that moment, they were just two souls finding solace in each other’s arms, seeking refuge from the storm that raged outside. She needed to reassure him of everything that has just happened
“I never imagined meeting someone like you,” she whispered. “The connection… the understanding… It feels like I’ve known you my whole life.” She reached a hand again to his hairs and started caressing as they were just one. It was the perfect romance scenario in her thoughts.
He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbones, his gaze intent, unwavering. “And I, Olivia Sinclair,” he said, his voice thick with emotion, “have never met anyone like you. You are a force of nature, a paradox wrapped in an enigma, and I find myself utterly, completely… captivated.”
She flushed at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with physical desire. She had always prided herself on her strength, her independence, her ability to navigate the world alone. But now, she found herself craving his touch, his gaze, his presence, in a way she had never experienced before.
“Tell me we were meant to be, that that force that put us together exists!”-she looked him with wet eyes.
He brushed his lips gently against hers “We were, Olivia. Now just look in your eyes and know we are meant to be”
She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as if afraid he might disappear, her body trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. “What happens now, Sebastian?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “Where do we go from here?”
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers, his expression a mixture of determination and uncertainty. “We keep fighting, Olivia,” he said, his voice firm, resolute. “We expose the truth, no matter the cost. And we do it together. Every second of every minute of the rest of our lives will belong to us now. “
She nodded, drawing strength from his words, her fear gradually dissipating, replaced by a fierce determination. She had faced countless dangers in her life, had overcome obstacles that would have crushed lesser spirits. But she had never faced anything quite like this – a connection so profound, a love so all-consuming, a bond that had the power to change everything.
She looked one more time to her as the love in their eyes spoke. They knew they will be forever, not just one night, as it was meant to be.
“I know”, she replied with a sweet smile on her face.
He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again, deep and slow. He got of her, and again kissed. She could never be tired of those lips
“Just tell me if this is enough or I should start the kiss again and feel the magic again and again”.
“Let’s kiss all over again my love”, she said
He looked at her, with even more and said: “I love you, Liv. With all my heart”.
There was no better thing that to finish with those words and those was their true for ever after.
They lay entangled for a long moment, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, the silence broken only by the rhythmic hum of the jet engines. The world outside, with all its dangers and conspiracies, seemed a million miles away.
Finally, Sebastian stirred, his hand gently stroking her hair. “We should probably get dressed,” he said, his voice tinged with reluctance. “We still have a job to do.”
Liv nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yes,” she said, her voice filled with determination. “We do.”
As they disentangled their limbs and began to gather their scattered clothing, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope blossoming within her. They were still in danger, still fighting a war they didn’t fully understand. But they had found something real, something precious, something worth fighting for. And as they prepared to face whatever lay ahead, they knew that they would do it together.
