She pressed her lips to his neck, her kisses slow and deliberate. He responded in kind, his movements growing more fervent.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as she murmured against his ear, "You're strong for a human, I'll give you that."
Her hand guided his to her chest, and he hesitated for only a moment before he caressed her, his touch growing more assured.
His lips found her skin, and she arched into him, a moan slipping past her lips as her fingers dug into the back of his neck.
She placed a lingering kiss on his hair. "You know what, soldier?" she whispered hoarsely as his mouth moved over her, his focus unrelenting.
"What?" he growled, his voice dark and edged with desire.
She tugged his head back, forcing him to meet her gaze. Her lips brushed his as she asked, almost playfully, "What was your name again?"
He smirked, his confidence unshaken. "Reg...what? You planning to moan it?"
A soft giggle escaped her, but the sound was cut short by the sharp click of a gun. Her smile turned wicked, her eyes dark with amusement.
"Nah," she said casually, "I just wanted to remember the name of the lying bastard I killed. Mr. Ken."
The deafening sound of gunfire split the air, scattering birds into the night sky.
Blood pooled on the floor between his jeans as she stood over his lifeless body, her laughter echoing in the room.
"Bitch thought he could restrain me. Ha! Bang, bang, bang." She cackled as she hopped off the table, her steps light and carefree.
She dragged his body with a surprising ease, tossing him unceremoniously into the trunk of his own car.
Wiping her hands clean on her jeans, she slid into the driver's seat and revved the engine.
The car roared to life, and she sped into the night, the empty road stretching out before her.
The dark streets were deserted, the headlights slicing through the shadows as she drove with reckless abandon.
Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel, her laughter filling the cabin as she felt the wind whip through the cracked windows.
But her grin faded when she spotted flashing lights ahead. A police checkpoint loomed in the distance. She groaned audibly as the officers stopped each car one by one.
When it was her turn, a cop knocked on her window, his flashlight cutting through the dim interior.
She rolled the window down, her expression sweet and disarming. "Hello, officer," she said, blinking up at him innocently.
His gaze flickered to her cleavage before meeting her eyes. "You shouldn't be out this late, young miss."
"I'm nineteen," she replied with a charming smile.
He nodded, though his expression betrayed doubt. "Of course. I'll need to see your license."
She sighed dramatically, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. Then, with a sudden motion, she slammed her foot on the gas.
The car jerked forward, crashing through the barricade as the officers shouted in alarm. The wail of sirens erupted behind her as blue and red lights illuminated the road.
She laughed wildly, the wind whipping through her hair as she grinned at the chaos in her rearview mirror. "Oh, dinner's gonna be fun tonight," she said, her voice a mix of delight and menace.
The car sped on, disappearing into the night, leaving only the echoes of her laughter and the sound of pursuit in her wake.