Mine (Bucky Barnes)

Fifteen

Warning: This chapter has smut, as well as mentions of rape/torture and death. Please do not read if any of these are a trigger for you. Also, good reminder that this book is 18+. Thank you!

 <3 Artie

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Malo followed her Zaštitnik back into her room. He had some blood spatter on his face and hands. Malo looked down, shocked to see she also had a little on herself. She kicked off her boots, advising her soldier to do the same.

"Come on, there's a shower in the lab. We can clean up there." Once he yanked open the door – once again breaking the lock – she dragged him to a back corner, where a small stand-up shower was. Hidden by a thick white curtain, it could fit them both.

"Gotta strip, big guy," she teased, pulling up her shirt. A large hand stopped her. "What? I'm not gonna shower in my clothes, Zaštitnik. The nice thing about my new position is I get a few outfits that are cleaned once a week. And a warm shower. And slightly bigger meals."

Ignoring her words, he stepped closer until they were chest-to-chest. Malo's breath caught in her throat as his hands gently lifted her shirt, his fingertips brushing against her skin. Their gaze only broke for a moment as he lifted the fabric over her head.

"Can I?" she asked, nodding to his own clothes. He nodded and paused undressing her while she worked on removing his leather top. Once again, his bare chest was in front of her, abs and all. Now they were both equally undressed.

"You're move, sol-"

Malo's words were cut off as the soldier pushed her into the wall, simultaneously yanking her pants and underwear off. Her hands fumbled to rid him of his own. His eyebrow went up in amusement as he watched her struggle, his left hand reaching into the shower to turn on the water. The moment his pants were past his knees, he shoved Malo into the shower wall, maintaining eye contact as he pressed against her.

Instinctively, her hands traced his chest until they wrapped around his neck. Their foreheads touched for a simple, sweet moment. And then carnal need took over her Zaštitnik. He's only human, after all, and had gone nine years without touch. What Hydra didn't know, was that he could hear most of what was going on outside of his cryo chamber. When he was released it can take a moment to remember everything from the shock, but once it caught up to him, he stored any necessary or useful information away.

It took Malo saying what had happened to her for him to remember hearing her screams, the vicious words of the men that tortured her, her quiet sobs once she was alone. That was why he was so willing to risk ripping off his mask to ask about them. He needed the men to hurt. To bleed. To feel even a small portion of the pain they caused to his miere dulce. Their deaths had been too quick, too painless for what he really wanted to do, but he didn't want Malo to see him at his most brutal. Not when they've just been reunited.

He needed to feel her, to make sure his was the body she craved. In a way, he was reclaiming her. These bastards seemed to have forgotten Malo was his.

And he doesn't share.

Malo moaned as two metal fingers pressed against her already tender core. "Zaštitnik, please. I need to feel you. All of you."

A growl came from behind the mask as he lifted her up by her thighs, inserting himself deep inside. Their eyes shut as they stood still for a moment, relishing in the feeling of him sheathed within her. When they couldn't wait any longer, he began to move.

The sound of flesh against flesh was drowned out by the water pouring down on them. Malo gripped the back of his neck with one hand while her nails dug into his back with her other. Zaštitnik easily held her up with his metal arm, gripping her thigh, and his flesh hand roamed her body, mostly palming her breasts. He rubbed, pinched, and squeezed until each nipple was pebbled.