Almost two -Chapter 5

She was fast enough to run downstairs and hide her gun behind the flush of men’s toilette.
Right on time for rushing into the ladies’ room and be surprised by him right behind her , on the mirror. There were no talking. At all. He locks the restrooms door. There were rush. They started that poingnant dance with their bodies, almost violent, almost sweet, almost two.
She knew it. It had appeared before on her dreams, like planes, little Leila, the man with a triangle on his chest.
They kissed eagerly, rushing as the world had just began or as it was about to end. He pushed her against the wall and kept kissing, sucking her lips and neck going downwards, thirsty, swallowing her gently. Deirdre closes her eyes thinking “ he is a gentleman..” , no gap between his hunger for her and herself. Only her skin. He knew that now he should take care of this skin, this body well because now he needs it. He cannot live without it. This is painful, hell. Life is horrible and this feeling for a woman is bad. He pulls up her top and kisses her breast, slowly he wets her body... He keeps going down and skips to her feet wearing high black beautiful heels and licks them. Both. “I love women on heels but you are more special than any other with them” …he pronounced with his extremely heavy accent. Deirdre was out...out with him .She pulled him up by his shirt and tear it off begging for his love –and that was there- the triangled chest. Deirdre kisses him, seeks him, and beats him, pleading him, smelling him. He turns her back precisely, takes off the rest of her clothes spits out on his hands and wets her …trying to dominate ..” Please don´t be gentle…”she whispers on his ears what made him less secure than he thought. Now some of his power was on her too. He penetrates her. That was it. It was her. It was him. He touched her soul. Anything was never wrong. They were one.
She loved the most dangerous man in Europe.