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With her arm caught in Steve’s iron grasp, Eden couldn’t breathe. Muscles too tense to flinch in shame, all she managed was a halfhearted glare. He squeezed her wrist until she let the knife clatter to the floor with a soft mewl of pain.
“You’re making this more difficult than it needs to be,” he murmured with an affectionate stroke of her face.
Struggling for words, Eden glanced up at him with pleading eyes. She wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted from her, but she knew that if she gave it to him, she’d never get it back. If she could get through to him before it was too late, maybe she could salvage what was between them before he ruined it.
His humid breath whispered against her mouth as his hungry gaze swept over her face, lingering on her eyes before settling on her lips. His mouth hovered centimeters from hers and her stomach twisted in dread.
“Steve,” she whined pitifully.
She felt his cock twitch beneath her thigh. Eden hadn’t uttered his name out loud since the takeover. Even as his huge hand appeared in her periphery and firmly cradled the side of her face, she couldn’t break his gaze.
“Don’t,” she choked, her throat tight with emotion as their noses touched.
Briefly his eyes flicked to hers, but the clear blue of Captain America had been replaced by lustful, inky pupils so dilated they almost completely obscured the thin ring of icy cobalt iris. He knew Eden was already his. All he needed to do was officially mark his territory.
She had half a second’s warning before he tangled his fingers in her hair and dragged her forward, bringing their lips together with a groan. The agonized whimper she uttered only made him harder, but Eden was too swept up in the feeling of his mouth on hers to notice.
She had expected him to devour her, to be rough and brutal and punishing. Instead, Steve was even more savage: He was indulgent; merciful. Passionate, but as if he recognized that she was hanging on to reality—to him—by a mere thread. She could feel his control slipping, as evidenced by his twitching fingers and vibrating biceps. But, at some level he was trying not to terrorize her, like he knew Eden needed coaxing if he wanted her participation.
Their first kiss lasted only seconds, but he quickly came back for more, this time with more pressure, his growing hunger and loosening resolve evident. What worsened the situation was that Eden only endured the two meager touching of lips before she snapped. Twenty-four months of tension and longing and repressed feelings broke the dam, flushing away every ounce of her self-control. She found herself clutching the back of his neck, her own lips hungry and untamed, pleading with his to open so she could finally taste him. When his palms cupped her rear, she didn’t so much moan as she did whine, her hips flexing against his pronounced cock as she licked at the seam of his mouth.
Time lost meaning as Eden familiarized herself with his lips. Kissing him was easy, like two puzzle pieces fitting together. Their mouths moved in sync with Steve taking the obvious lead. Greedily she pressed her tongue against his, moaning as he nipped her.
When his lips deviated, her trance remained unbroken. All she could see and feel was Steve as his mouth trailed down her chin in wet kisses, ending in a bite. An unimportant part of her brain was surprised to see their scenery had changed: Steve had walked them back to his room. The look in his eyes when he pulled away made her stomach twist, though it was impossible to determine whether anxiety or dire need was the cause. He looked feral, eyes black as he absently ground his hips into her. On edge with epinephrine, fear and arousal, Eden shuddered, unable to maintain eye contact. Her body was reacting obscenely to his touch—at this point her panties damned her more than they offered her modesty. They were completely soaked through and the chances he could feel her through the layers of flimsy cotton were not in her favor. It was impossible for Steve to remain ignorant of this as he allowed Eden to slide down his hard body. When her feet hit the floor, he pulled the remote to her collar out of his pocket and held it up. Eden staggered back a step, but he grabbed her wrist.
“I’m not going to use this in here, because I know you want this. Forcing myself on you is not something I need to do, is it, Eden?”
Eden rubbed her face, squeezing her eyes shut. She didn’t want to want him. She was completely at his mercy in that he knew her weaknesses, but he was her mentor and it made sense that he did. It was just that in this case, her weakness was her desire for the man antagonizing her.
When she avoided his gaze, he snapped his fingers at her.
“Stop that, Eden.” She winced. “You want this. You want me. And in my bed, you don’t have to worry about your collar.” He paused, causing her to look up. “There are other ways of making you do what I want.”
The lust in his voice prompted her to look up, twin tears streaming down her cheeks. Steve raised a brow expectantly and she hurriedly wiped away them away before nodding.
“The second you leave this room, all bets are off. Normal rules are in place. I will not hesitate to use the remote. Do you understand?”
Eden cleared her throat, her voice too hoarse to speak.
“Yes, sir,” she said softly.
"Say, ‘yes, Steve.’”
She inhaled sharply, her lower belly filling with heat. Using his name earlier had been such a mistake, the emotional toll it was going to take on her had the potential to devastate. But it was familiar and comforting and saying it felt like it washed away some of the unmanageability of the situation… as if they were back in their normal Avenger roles.
“Yes, Steve.”
With a growl he sealed his lips over hers, sucking at her lower for a moment before breaking the kiss and resting their foreheads together. For a moment they simply breathed, Steve’s air intake even and measured while Eden fought to match his.
“Bend over, hands on the bed,” he murmured after a minute.
Air left her lungs in a whoosh and suddenly the imagined façade that they had slipped into the past shattered. With a shaky sigh, Eden pulled away from him and walked the short distance to the bed. As she partially bent over, bracing her weight on her palms, she promised herself she’d keep her eyes locked on his headboard as if she were unaffected by everything he was doing. Steve’s footsteps and the rustle of clothing made it nearly impossible not to peek, but she desperately needed some semblance of control over the situation, even if it was completely novel.
Eden startled when Steve’s hand traced the line of her spine, snagging the zipper of her dress in the process. Her nose stung as he peeled the sides of the garment apart and a tear escaped down her cheek, dripping onto the bed she’d made only an hour earlier. He lowered the fabric until it pooled at her feet. Fingers tearing into the bedspread, she let her head drop as he tried the hooks of her bra twice before stretching the cloth on either side hard enough that the tiny metal hooks gave out.
Even through the thick material of the comforter, Eden’s nails bit into her palms when something soft brushed against her back. Soft pressure, then a drag and gentle suction. It wasn’t until his tongue laved at a freckle on her shoulder that she realized it was his mouth. Entering a cautious haze, she barely registered the feeling of his hands on her bare hips. As she exhaled, Eden cried out when Steve’s teeth dug into the tender flesh where her neck and shoulder met.
“Ah!” she shrieked, squirming in his arms swiping at him.
Steve took the opportunity to flip and push her backwards onto the bed. She scrambled towards the headboard until he caught her ankle, trapping her in place. Peeling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor, he followed her up the mattress. Eden drew her knees to her chest. Her position was one of defensive surrender. She knew he was going to have her. As Steve had said, even if she were to escape his bedroom, she wasn’t safe from the remote in the rest of the apartment, let alone the compound. But she couldn’t just give in. When he walked towards her on his knees, however, common sense abandoned her and fight or flight instincts kicked in. Hugging her knees, she shook her head.
“Spread your legs.”
“Steve, please,” she whispered.
There was a myriad of reasons she kept her legs squeezed closed: protection, for one. Modesty. Self-respect. Eden could feel her own slick moisture soaking through her ruined panties. Steve knew what awaited him. He didn’t need blatant proof of her desire and nothing good could come of showing him what lay between her thighs.
"I won’t use the remote,” his rough voice broke her train of thought, “but I will use my hands. Spread your legs, Eden.”
She looked at him pleadingly, as if she really thought she had a chance. As if he would let her come this far and still back out. Pursing his lips, Steve shook his head in disappointment and loomed over her. He used little effort to pry her thighs wide open. The noise he released was akin to a growl when he saw the soaked valley between her legs.
“Oh, doll,” he sighed with a lecherous smile, clamping one hand on her thigh. He ran the thumb of his free hand up along the visible line in her drenched underwear, right along the cleft of her pussy.
"Steve,” she jerked, burying her face in her shoulder as he experimentally stroked up and down.
Knees shaking and cunt pulsing, Eden managed to quell her vocalizations, but her haphazard breathing was impossibly loud. Each time the pad of his thumb neared her clit she broadcasted with rapid panting, and when he rested the digit on top of the nub she stopped breathing completely. She couldn’t try to stifle her reactions if she tried.
Digging his fingers beneath the elastic, Steve dragged the waistband of her panties down a few inches.
“Up,” he tapped her hip, nodding at her.
Eyes cast downward, Eden lifted her pelvis from the bed so he could slide the ruined scrap of fabric down her legs.
From her averted gaze, all she could see was Steve’s thumb rubbing back and forth over the slick she’d left on her panties. Panicking, her eyes flicked to his and she immediately regretted her decision. His gaze was fastened to her center, pupils blown. The extreme chill of air hitting the wetness smeared against her pussy confirmed her fear; that between her thighs lay a humiliating display of her intense arousal. He continued to scrutinize the space between her legs, his breathing uneven and labored, as if he had just heavily exerted himself. Everything in Eden screamed at her to slam her thighs shut, but the savage grip he had on her underwear was a severe deterrent.
Finally, he spoke.
“Your body knows it was made for me,” he rasped. “Whether or not you consciously want this, you’ve prepared yourself for me, Eden. There’s not a thing you could say that would convince me you didn’t want this.”
Lip trembling, she narrowed her eyes.
“What about ‘no?’”
“’No,’ hmm?”
She nodded, her eyebrows drawn together.
Without a word, Steve firmly cupped her jaw, using his index finger and thumb to position her face. As he leaned in for a kiss, Eden’s eyes automatically fluttered shut, her pussy pulsing at the thought of meeting his mouth. But his lips never reached hers. Even as Steve crawled on top of her, he held her face in place, keeping his mouth just far enough away from hers that she couldn’t have him; he allowed only the tease of affection. With each moment, her will to resist waned and the utter need for comfort overwhelmed. Some part of her registered the fact that the pitiful keening noise came from her, but she was so focused on meeting his lips that it wasn’t important. Tilting her head to find his mouth, she adjusted in search of him and this time Steve allowed her lips to brush his in the ghost of a kiss, then withdrew just out of reach.
Floundering, Eden opened her eyes to see Steve staring triumphantly at her.
“Still no?” he asked.
“Please,” she whined, defeated.
With a chuckle Steve leaned in again, only to deny her once more with a hand snagging hair. Eden arched upwards in response, desperately pressing her soaking slit against his bare belly.
“Steve, please,” her voice broke.
His mouth slammed against hers as his groan vibrated through their kiss. Steve tore at the clasp of his tactical pants, dragging them and his boxer briefs far enough past his rear to let his cock spring free. Immediately his free hand tugged at his leaking length, trying to alleviate the ache causing the red mushroom head of his cock to leak furiously. Breathing hard, the rough fingertips of his other hand grazed Eden’s lower abdomen and mound until they idly cupped her.
“Steve,” she hissed, rocking into his hand.
The tortured groan she released, prompted by pushing her clit into his palm, had him squeezing his cock at the base to keep from coming at the sight of her alone. The vision of Eden heavily aroused, frantically seeking release and knowing she’d only find mercy at his hands made his cock twitch. He wasn’t going to last, and he didn’t care. Not an ounce of humiliation or guilt plagued him, all he felt was an intense, possessive male pride that he was about to claim the womb of the woman beneath him.
As he pressed the tip of his cock between her slick folds, Eden’s entire body went rigid. He was a super soldier, but she was strong as well, and when she started struggling, he sighed in annoyance. Gingerly his fingers wrapped around her throat. He applied almost no pressure, just enough to catch her attention.
“Eden.”
Between his grip on her neck and the sound of his voice, lucidity cleared the alarmed confusion from her eyes, giving Steve a chance to speak.
“This is going to happen. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to cum in you. I’m going to put my baby in you.” She started to shake her head, stopping with a wince when he raised a brow in challenge. “I’m going to mark your body. I’m going to mark you. Everyone on this base will know you belong to me when they see your belly swollen with my seed.”
She felt his cock jerk against her thigh and broke his gaze, letting her head drop to the side with a whimper. Steve squeezed her throat, repositioning himself over her so his stance was even stronger. Eden begrudgingly looked at him, though immediately regretted it when the tip of his cock dragged against the swollen flesh of her clit. She released a high-pitched grunt, biting her cheek as Steve repeated the act. Staring down at her, Steve used her own arousal against her as he began a steady rhythm, firmly rubbing the head of his length against her sensitive nub until she was panting, arms clutching his shoulders and hips haphazardly thrusting in search of an orgasm. Several tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, but her mind was nearly blank with need and she didn’t notice them.
Unable to withstand her writhing and unwilling to waste a load outside of her pussy, he released her neck and swiftly dragged his cock to her opening, gently pressing forward. Steve forced himself to stop as he felt the head of his cock pop inside her. For all of the enhanced blood, bone, muscle, and tissue that composed his body, Steve’s chest heaved as his lungs gasped for air, despite the fact that he lay stationary.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head, unable to control her mindless hips as they twitched towards him with desperation. Finally, he was inside her. Her body was past simply wanting him, it craved him. Steve had her throbbing; completely mindless except for the niggling guilt shrieking faintly in the background. She felt like an animal she was in such a pitifully primal state.
Steve groaned through his clenched teeth and eased himself forward, bracing on his elbows as he sank further into her welcoming cunt. Eden’s breath caught as he cupped her face, tilting her so she was forced to look at him.
“I know, doll,” he whispered against her hair as he kissed a tear away. He licked the pad of his thumb and found her clit, causing her to jerk in surprise.
“Don—,” she whimpered, pushing at his arm, only to be rudely interrupted.
“That’s enough. You’re through telling me what to do,” he ordered, snatching her wrist and pinning it beside her head.
Aware of the futility, yet acting on principle, Eden swung at him with her other arm, and seconds later it paralleled its trapped twin. When she wriggled beneath him, the walls of her cunt flexed around his cock, making Steve’s breath hitch. Fighting the urge to fuck her into the mattress, Steve forced himself to gaze down at her. As usual, her emotions were illustrated on her face.
The crease marring her brow lessened as he smoothed his fingers over it, but her grimace remained. It took Steve’s lips on hers to surprise her out of the expression, which allowed him to retract his hips, then give a firm thrust forward. In the back of her mind, Eden registered the slight discomfort as he stretched her, but she was so slick and he just felt so fucking good inside her that the thought passed quickly.
Steve held her jaw and squeezed gently to keep himself from biting her lower lip in bliss when he felt her pussy relax, finally allowing him to slide in to the hilt. She could feel the reverberations from the deep groan of satisfaction he released through their kiss as his sac rested snugly against her rear.
“Oh my god,” Eden gasped against his mouth, touching her fingertips against his lower stomach. She’d never felt pressure against her cervix before.
“That’s my cock kissing your womb, doll.” He withdrew an inch before carefully sliding back in, watching her face as the head of his member nestled against the sensitive muscles deep inside her. “When I come in you, it’ll be doing even more than kissing.”
To her utter shame, Eden’s cunt contracted involuntarily around his cock at the mere thought. She didn’t want that. She couldn’t want that. Logistically, they could never work. Not when things are the way they are; when Steve is the way he is now. But every primal instinct in her body screamed at her to let this man take her, to let him fuck his baby into her body. And her emotional instincts? Their cacophony of demands was so deafening she couldn’t make out what they wanted, but her heart was begging her to accept that this was happening; that they were finally acting on this thing between them.
When Steve began thrusting, his pace was agonizing. Slow, but hard. He tilted his hips at an angle so he wasn’t battering her. She would already feel him enough tomorrow. The thought of Eden limping because of him, of her feeling his presence even while he worked during the day made not coming all the more difficult. Shifting, he moved so he braced a forearm above her head, allowing him to fuck her even harder and with better speed. At that point, he had to rest part of his weight on top of her. She was writhing beneath him, hooking a leg over his hip and clinging to him.
“You feel it, don’t you? How badly you need this,” he grunted. “Your body is begging for it.”
Her walls twitched around him and she cried out in emotional despair, utterly betrayed by her body as her tight heat begged for his release. The next pump of his hips triggered the beginning of her orgasm, and the confidence that Eden now belonged to him fueled Steve’s ruthless pace. She reverently stared up at him, the vulnerability gleaming in her eyes as he brought her to the edge made his balls draw up against his body in preparation; the feel of her panting body tensing in pleasure, pinned beneath his heaving mass coaxing him closer and closer to his own release.
Mouth parted in a silent scream, Eden’s back arched off the bed, her pelvis thrust helplessly against his as her cunt spasmed around him, her vision going white as fire licked up her spine. As the walls of her pussy tightly gripped his cock, she was vaguely aware of Steve kissing her, but after the orgasm he had wrung from her her body was more limp than after training with him all day.
What brought her back to earth was the sudden flood of heat inside her and Steve’s guttural grunt, followed by his head dropping to her chest.
“Fuck, doll,” he panted.
Still panting heavily, she managed to breathe out a single syllable as her eyes closed in heartbreak, “No.”