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Light licks at first. Kisses. He played with her clit as she strained against him. His fingers dipped in and out, and he lapped her up. Every drop he could take. Over and over.
“Midas!” A quick shriek as she rocked against his mouth and came.
He didn’t let up. He went deeper. His tongue swiped into her so he could savor every bit of her pleasure. Inside of her. Out. He teased her clit with his tongue. Went back in her. Repeated. Wanted more. Needed everything.
Her nails scraped over his shoulders and bit into him even through the shirt he wore. “What are you doing to me?” Alina cried out. “Stop torturing me!”
His head lifted. “Never.” Never would he ever hurt her.
Her breath caught. Her gaze softened as her hand rose to cup his cheek. “Lose your clothes,” she ordered, voice husky. “And make love to me.”
He lost his clothes. Put his cock at the entrance to her body. His hands curled over hers, and he drove inside of her. All the way home.
He didn’t rush. Not even when she arched frantically against him. This moment was special. To be savored. Next time, he’d go wild.
This time…this time…he needed to give her so much pleasure that she lost herself…
In me.
A second orgasm hit her. He felt the clench of her inner muscles around his dick. He hissed out a breath because she felt so fucking incredible. And he kept thrusting.
One of his hands moved down to wedge between their bodies. His thumb raked over her clit. Back and forth. Faster. Faster.
A third orgasm. Her whole body quaked.
“Come in me!” Alina demanded. Tempted. “Now, Midas, now!”
As if he could deny her anything.
He poured into her. Got lost.
In her.
His mouth pressed to her neck. Right over her racing pulse. “I love you.”
Epilogue – Part One – Midas and Alina
He could not breathe. Midas needed a damn paper bag or some shit like that. Sweat covered his body. Fear ate at his insides. And he watched as Alina leapt into the air.
One spin.
He was not made for this kind of pressure.
Two spins.
He was going to vomit. Jesus, one of the news cameras would probably record him.
Three spins.
Why wasn’t she coming down into her normal position? Oh, shit. Oh, no. Oh, shit.
Four spins.
And she landed. Absolutely fucking perfect. The crowd erupted as everyone shot to their feet. He was jumping up and down, and her father was over in the corner wiping tears from his eyes.
Alina kept skating. She stopped when the music ended, poised perfectly in the middle of the ice. People were throwing flowers and stuffed animals at her, and she was smiling. A wide smile of such joy.
I would wreck the world for her any day of the week.
