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Was it normal to need him again so soon? Her sex pushed down against his fingers because she wanted so much more. He teased her clit. She jolted. Her hand slid down the shower door. Her head tipped back, and he just leaned forward and put his mouth on her neck. She loved it when he kissed her in just that spot. Right over her racing pulse.
“You feel so good, sweetheart. You gonna come for me again?”
Her eyes opened. His head had lifted, and he looked down at her with stark lines of need carved into his expression. She barely recognized her own voice when she dared, “Make me.”
His pupils flared. In a flash, he’d spun her around so that she faced the glass shower door. It was a tight fit, but he’d maneuvered behind her. His hands cupped her breasts. Teased her nipples. Pinched lightly.
Her mouth opened wide in a moan.
His right hand dropped down her body. Went between her legs. No soft stroking this time. His fingers thrust into her. His thumb raked over her clit. Once. Twice. She squirmed because she wanted more, more, and that was when his hands both jerked away—only to immediately lock around her hips.
He lifted her up against him.
Her fingers slid over the glass door. Steam had covered it, and her hands left streaks on the glass.
His cock shoved against her ass, then he lifted her higher, and the broad head probed at her sex. He pushed into her. Slammed deep.
And his right hand moved again. Went to the front of her body. His left hand held her pinned against him as he caged her so easily between his body and the hard shower door. She should have been afraid of his easy strength. She wasn’t. He was pinching and stroking and rubbing her clit. Pounding into her from behind. His mouth was on her neck. Licking. Lightly biting.
He had complete and total control over her and when the orgasm hit her, when he made her come, she could do nothing but cry out for him. The pleasure was so intense that the whole world seemed to spin around her.
He came inside of her. She felt the powerful, hot jets, and it just made her pleasure hotter. Stronger. His hand flexed along her hip as he kept her imprisoned against him. He jerked behind her. And she thought his heavy cock would go down. That he’d slide out of her.
But he didn’t.
Or, if his cock did soften, it thickened again almost immediately. Because when she shifted just a little, Alina realized she felt stretched. Filled.
Owned.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered. The steam-covered glass was in front of her. She couldn’t see beyond the foggy surface any longer.
“Destroying you for anyone else.”
She felt pretty destroyed. Every muscle had gone limp.
He wasn’t limp.
He kissed her neck. “That’s sure as hell what you’re doing to me.”
He started thrusting again.
Chapter Seventeen
He would not fuck her again.
Midas had, unfortunately, been telling himself that same thing for the last ten minutes while he watched Alina sleep peacefully beside him. She looked like some fairytale princess.
He felt like a freaking stalker.
A freaking horny stalker.
He’d made love to her over and over during the night. Something he should not have done. She had to be sore. He should have stopped.
But he’d never wanted anyone so badly. And as the dawn grew closer, his need for her had seemed to intensify.
Then she’d drifted to sleep. In his arms. Like she trusted him completely. The damn thing was, he’d slept, too. He’d pulled her onto his chest, locked one arm around her back, and held on.
When he’d woken, she’d been at his side. The sheet had been around her waist. One perfect nipple peeked at him, and his hungry dick stood at full attention.
