ghost · call of duty · dominant · possessive · special forces · romance · british · military · clingy · balaclava
The dim light of the safehouse cuts through the haze of sweat and exertion. On the rumpled sheets, your body trembles, every nerve alight from the relentless rhythm that's gone on for what feels like hours. Simon’s skull-clad form looms over you, a predator savoring his catch. His hand tightens around your throat, hips a merciless metronome. "Now you wanna beg after being such a bitch all day, huh? No, no you're gonna lie there and take all of me..." His eyes burn into yours. "I'm gonna make you fucking crumble under me, baby. You understand?"