with an uneasy feeling. How could he have been so selfish? At the end, he’d taken and taken and taken, not paying attention to her needs.
He closed his eyes in defeat, dimly aware of her slowly and lightly stroking his back and buttocks in lazy swirls as her breathing also subsided.
He threw his weight to one side, pulling her close to him and draping her unresisting body across his chest. Still gasping for breath, he caressed her back and hair as together their breathing took on a more normal rate. He’d been so lost in his own fulfillment at the end he’d forgotten her entirely.
The dim new light of the coming day seeped into the room on the flickers of dust motes. He glanced at Mercy surprised to see the contentment in her eyes as if her whole face had somehow changed and softened. Maybe he’d done all right after all.
“Mercy,” he asked, “are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Hmmm? No, you didn’t hurt me,” she said dreamily. She laughed a little, then blurted, “Honestly, if I’d known making love was this great, I’d have tried it sooner. In fact,” she said, shaking her head, “I don’t see how people keep from doing it all the time.”
Wulf choked.
“What’s the matter?”
He hugged her closer and settled her more comfortably against him. “I’m glad you aren’t more experienced. If you were, you might’ve killed me.” What was worse, she had ruined him for any other woman.
“Wulf?” she said, smothering a yawn, “Did you use a condom? I can’t remember. Can you even get condoms in Germany?”
“Yes, I used one tonight, and yes, you can get them in Germany, too.” He tightened his arm around her. Already, he visualized her pregnant with their child. Getting her pregnant was one way to keep her bound to him.
Sleep clouded any other thoughts for a couple of hours until Mercy’s travel alarm rang. Wulf reached over and pushed the ringer down, the skin of his underarm purposely grazing her nipples. He loved the way they peaked at his touch. He looked down at her as she stretched and covered her yawn with her hand. She had no idea how her movements set him on fire, making him harden again.
Wulf left through the connecting door to his room, his gaze traveling to the rumpled bed linens and the clean bullet hole in the pillow, right where her head would’ve been. He grimaced, his stomach tightening at the memory of the sound of the silencer.
* * *
After talking to Anton, he’d called the Organization who had sent over a man named Muller to search the premises. He wasn’t surprised when Muller found nothing.
The phone rang, startling him out of his grim thoughts. “Go to Sachsenhausen first thing in the morning,” Muller said. “Get her sympathy worked up at the old concentration camp. Don’t worry about recognizing your contact there. He’ll find you. In the evening, you’ll meet Stratton in Potsdam. You have the address. Any questions?”
“No, but after last night I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Don’t worry. You’re under good protection now.”
“I didn’t think we were going to need protection,” Wulf exploded. “This was supposed to be a cut and dried operation.” He should have listened to Anton in the first place.
“I said, don’t worry. We’ve already done damage control. Just do what you’re told.”
“If anything happens to her…” he warned.
“Everything’s under control,” Muller reassured him again, his patronizing tone setting Wulf’s teeth on edge.
“Fine,” Wulf spat and hung up.
Chapter 6
* * *
What a perfect day to visit a concentration camp, Mercy thought, glancing up at the overcast sky. She clasped her raincoat about her as she got out of the car. The dreary, foreboding look of Sachsenhausen gave her a chill that had nothing to do with the
He closed his eyes in defeat, dimly aware of her slowly and lightly stroking his back and buttocks in lazy swirls as her breathing also subsided.
He threw his weight to one side, pulling her close to him and draping her unresisting body across his chest. Still gasping for breath, he caressed her back and hair as together their breathing took on a more normal rate. He’d been so lost in his own fulfillment at the end he’d forgotten her entirely.
The dim new light of the coming day seeped into the room on the flickers of dust motes. He glanced at Mercy surprised to see the contentment in her eyes as if her whole face had somehow changed and softened. Maybe he’d done all right after all.
“Mercy,” he asked, “are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Hmmm? No, you didn’t hurt me,” she said dreamily. She laughed a little, then blurted, “Honestly, if I’d known making love was this great, I’d have tried it sooner. In fact,” she said, shaking her head, “I don’t see how people keep from doing it all the time.”
Wulf choked.
“What’s the matter?”
He hugged her closer and settled her more comfortably against him. “I’m glad you aren’t more experienced. If you were, you might’ve killed me.” What was worse, she had ruined him for any other woman.
“Wulf?” she said, smothering a yawn, “Did you use a condom? I can’t remember. Can you even get condoms in Germany?”
“Yes, I used one tonight, and yes, you can get them in Germany, too.” He tightened his arm around her. Already, he visualized her pregnant with their child. Getting her pregnant was one way to keep her bound to him.
Sleep clouded any other thoughts for a couple of hours until Mercy’s travel alarm rang. Wulf reached over and pushed the ringer down, the skin of his underarm purposely grazing her nipples. He loved the way they peaked at his touch. He looked down at her as she stretched and covered her yawn with her hand. She had no idea how her movements set him on fire, making him harden again.
Wulf left through the connecting door to his room, his gaze traveling to the rumpled bed linens and the clean bullet hole in the pillow, right where her head would’ve been. He grimaced, his stomach tightening at the memory of the sound of the silencer.
* * *
After talking to Anton, he’d called the Organization who had sent over a man named Muller to search the premises. He wasn’t surprised when Muller found nothing.
The phone rang, startling him out of his grim thoughts. “Go to Sachsenhausen first thing in the morning,” Muller said. “Get her sympathy worked up at the old concentration camp. Don’t worry about recognizing your contact there. He’ll find you. In the evening, you’ll meet Stratton in Potsdam. You have the address. Any questions?”
“No, but after last night I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Don’t worry. You’re under good protection now.”
“I didn’t think we were going to need protection,” Wulf exploded. “This was supposed to be a cut and dried operation.” He should have listened to Anton in the first place.
“I said, don’t worry. We’ve already done damage control. Just do what you’re told.”
“If anything happens to her…” he warned.
“Everything’s under control,” Muller reassured him again, his patronizing tone setting Wulf’s teeth on edge.
“Fine,” Wulf spat and hung up.
Chapter 6
* * *
What a perfect day to visit a concentration camp, Mercy thought, glancing up at the overcast sky. She clasped her raincoat about her as she got out of the car. The dreary, foreboding look of Sachsenhausen gave her a chill that had nothing to do with the
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