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Because she’ll be gone in the morning. I know that. It’s my plan. So why the fuck does the thought of her leaving here and being with some asshole like Sergey make me want to chain her to this bed?
I drive the thought away by freeing my aching cock from my pants and pressing myself to her entrance.
This isn’t the time to savor the way her hip fits into my palm. Or the way she gasps when I slip the very tip of myself into her heat. This is a one-night stand. She’s a distraction that I should pound into the fucking dirt and walk away from. It’s time to fuck her out of my system and call it a night.
But the moment I feel the tight squeeze of her body around my cock, I have to slow down.
I press into her inch by aching inch as she stretches. “Yakov,” she whimpers, “I’ve never taken anyone this big before. I don’t know if?—”
“You can take every inch of me. You’re going to,” I say between clenched teeth. It’s an effort not to release now.
She tilts her head back and I grab a fistful of her hair. I arch her back and keep pressing.
Some possessive, animal part of me wants to destroy her. To claim her until there’s nothing left for anyone else. But I move slowly.
I ease the last inch into her. She feels so good I can’t think about anything else.
Once she’s adjusted, I drag myself out and press back into her. Again and again, I fill her. Until her legs are shaking. Until she’s crying out.
The speed picks up. It’s so easy to fall into a rhythm with her. She claws at my thighs, my shoulders, my chest—any part of me she can touch. I pull her down on my cock relentlessly. The sound of our hips crashing together is all I can hear. That and her whimpered moans, so sweet and pure and fucking perfect.
She’s on the verge of another release when lights splash across the window. Headlights shine against the glass as someone comes up the driveway. Luna stiffens.
I release her hair and band an arm around her throat. I haul her back against my chest, my lips against the shell of her ear so I can snarl, “Tell me the truth, solnyshka. Tell me what you want.”
She doesn’t respond save for a moan as I crash into her again. My hand tightens around her neck, and she presses harder against me.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“I want…” She pants, her head lolling back against my shoulder. “I want them to see us. I want them to watch and wish they were us.”
As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she falls apart. She’s been waiting her whole goddamn life to say exactly that.
Her body is impossibly tight around me. I don’t stand a fucking chance. I dig my fingers into her hips and pump into her until there should be nothing left. Until the need for her should be gone and over with.
Then Luna looks back over her shoulder, her lips twisted into a shocked grin.
And I throw her onto my bed and do it all over again.
Most nights, sleep doesn't come easily for me. Not for the last five years, anyway. Maybe that’s why I find watching Luna sleep so fascinating.
She’s serene. The sheet is loose around her waist. Her breasts rise and fall with her breathing.
I’m supposed to be done with her, but I keep spotting new places I haven’t touched yet. The soft skin under her belly button. The beauty mark on the top of her right ear.
I should nudge her awake and banish her to the guest suite, but for some reason, I don’t want to disturb her. Plus, she needs her rest after the long night we had.
So I decide to leave.
I slip out of bed and head downstairs for another drink. The sky is starting to lighten, but I haven’t slept yet.
On nights that I can’t sleep or I wake up from a nightmare, I come down and make myself a drink. If it’s close enough to sunrise, I go for a run. Whatever it takes to burn the haze of memories away.
After last night’s exertion, I don’t feel like running—plus, we still haven’t accounted for the Gustev threat yet. So I walk into the kitchen in search of liquor.
I don’t bother turning on the lights. I grew up in this house. I can find my way in the dark.
Then the light above the sink flicks on. I squint into the piercing brightness, but I know who it is going to be before he even speaks.
