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Berlin had reached out to me for help, but this was all I could give her. One night of freedom for the lifetime she had already served. I wanted to do more, but when I really thought about it, my hands were tied.

It was a harsh reality we both had to face.

We would spend the rest of our lives looking over our shoulders. Virgo would find someone else just like me at some point, and we'd forever sleep with one eye open. It wasn't fair to either of us.

Fair? What's really fair for her?

Turning off the lamp next to the bed, I laid down and stared up at the ceiling. My eyes slowly began to droop as my mind ran wild with ways to fix all of this.

We could disappear. . . But go where?

I could get her a new identity. . . That would take too long.

I could kill him. . .

A flutter tickled against my cheek and I felt a weight on my chest. I wasn't sure how long I had been sleeping for, but when I opened my eyes, the room was still dark. My brain was trying to figure out where I was and what was going on as the sleepy haze still coated my thoughts.

There was something hovering over me, so I reached out to feel what it was.

A small hand wrapped mine, pulling it in as delicate lips kissed my knuckles. “Berlin?” I asked, unsure if I was dreaming.

“Sh,” she said, hushing me with another kiss to my palm. Moving my hand to her cheek, she snuggled up against it. “If this is it, if this all the time I have here, then I need more.”

“More?More what?” Blinking my eyes, I tried to adjust to the low light creeping in through the cracks in the blinds from the lights outside. “What are you doing?”

“I'm not going back without having all of you.” Rolling her face in my hand, she dragged her lips against my fingers. “I can't. It's not fair.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Pulling my hand away, I tried to push myself up.

Berlin shoved her hands into my shoulders, forcing me back down. I was surprised by her strength. There was power and determination in her arms. The frail person I thought I had seen before was gone.

Rolling her hips, I felt something wet slip against my lower stomach. “You feel that?” she asked, continuing to rock her body. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

“Berlin, stop, this isn't what you want.” Gripping her hips, I held her still. “You can't use sex to change anything. That shit doesn't work with me.”

“Is that what you think this is?” I could feel her smiling in the dark as her hands ran up and down my stomach, tracing my abs and chest. “Because it's not. I know I'm going back tomorrow, so make this night really worth while for me. Give me something to remember when I'm alone in my room, or when I need something good to think about because my mind wants to wander to darker things.”

“This isn't what you want. It won't fix you, it won't change anything.” Digging my fingers into her hips, I could feel her pussy pressing against my skin. She was smooth and soft, warm and wet, causing my dick to harden.

“Don't tell me what I want, I get told enough about what I should think or do. I'm telling you what I want, so fucking listen.” Cupping my hands with hers, she rolled her hips, rubbing her pussy harder against my skin. Reaching a hand back, she touched my cock. “I know this is turning you on. Why resist it, Salt?”

Her fingers slipped into my pants, curling around my shaft. My cock jerked and twitched, pulsing as she began to stroke me slowly. Arching her back, she kept grinding down harder, stroking my length a little faster.

Grunting, every thought in my brain was turning to mush as she worked my cock. I couldn't focus on the voice inside my head, I couldn't stop my body from igniting as she touched me.

The room morphed from black into a foggy shade of gray, her silhouette perfection against the backdrop. I wanted to stop her because of what she had been through, I wanted to stop her because I didn't think she could want something that had been so vile in her world.

Listen to her.The small voice chirped, reminding me that she had been the one to decide this. There were no promises of freedom, there were no open ended sentences that could lead her on. This was her choice.

Pulling her hand free, she rolled her shoulders forward, driving her face into the crook of my neck. I could feel her perfect teardrop shaped breasts as they squished against my chest, I could feel her tongue as she licked and kissed my neck, unraveling a hunger I never imagined she would have.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, brushing the hair away from her face and forcing her eyes to mine. “I don't want you to regret it later.”

“Don't make me beg,” she said, her eyes catching the soft light and sparkling like the sea underneath a full moon. “Please, don't make me beg you. Just let me control one thing for once in my life.”

That was it, all the doubt in my mind vanished as I drove my hands into her hair and kissed her. Her full pouty lips had been the source of my weakness. I wanted to kiss her the first moment I laid eyes on her.

Our lips blended together, mouths opening, tongues swirling as the need grew out of control. She asked for it, she wanted it, but she had no idea how badly I wanted to give her it.