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"Fuck," he hissed, hands closing over my breasts even as he lowered down to his knees.
There was no hesitation. Any pretenses at playing at that were long gone.
My leg lifted, slid over his shoulder in a practiced way that spoke of history.
His face moved between, tongue tracing up my cleft to slide over my clit just the way that set me on fire. His hands released my breasts, one cupping my ass, the other going between our bodies, fingers slipping inside me.
Perfect.
Practiced.
Familiar.
But even as the desire coursed through me, drove me upward, he pulled suddenly away.
He was back on his feet, lips crushing into mine as his hand disappeared, dug for his wallet, found the condom, even as my hands worked his button and zip, pulled his jeans and boxer briefs downward.
He made short work of protecting us, then ducked down slightly, catching me under the knees, hauling me up, off my feet, slamming my back against the wall just a second before he surged inside me.
A moan ripped from somewhere deep at the rightness, at the way nothing had ever felt quite like him inside me.
My legs curled around the back of his hips, heels digging in slightly, using him as leverage to allow me to glide up, slam back down.
Whatever control he'd been holding onto snapped as his arms went around my back, slipping upward, fingers curling into my shoulders, holding me still as he slammed into me.
Hard.
Fast.
Borderline ruthless.
It shouldn't have driven me up, but it did. My walls tightened as I moaned into his neck as the violence in him tapped into something similar inside me as he fucked me harder, faster, rougher than ever before.
On a rough, growling noise, he yanked me away from the wall, walked a few feet across the space, dropping me back onto the island, grabbing my legs, hauling them up onto his shoulder as one hand moved between my thighs, as the other pressed hard onto my lower belly, the pressure making me feel him deep inside me even more acutely as he suddenly slowed down, rocked inside me, seemed to regain some of the control he had been quickly losing.
His gaze held mine, so familiar, so deep, penetrating. He'd always seemed to be able to see right through me.
It had never scared me before.
There had been nothing I had been hiding.
I had always given him all of me. Without fear. Without hesitation. With absolute generosity of spirit. With blind trust.
But now, well, now I knew better.
Now I had too much to hide, too many things buried that I myself didn't want to have to uncover, let alone have him do so.
I pulled my legs from his shoulders, scooted until I dropped off the end of the island, pushing him back enough to allow me to turn, to bend forward over the counter, allowing me to hide just a little.
My ass jutted out, my hips wiggling, inviting him back inside.
There was a hesitation, like he was confused by the move, like he'd been trying to understand it.
But some things - like the clawing need for orgasm - were stronger than the need to analyze a situation.
He slammed back inside me as one hand grabbed my shoulder, holding me still as he fucked me, the other hand going around my hip, slipping between my thighs, stroking over my clit, driving me up faster.
My arms planted on the island, hands raising to hold the sides of my head as my eyes closed, as I tried to block out everything but the sensations moving through me, the perfect fullness of him inside me, the way his finger knew just how much pressure I needed on my clit to push me to the edge, to hold me there as he fucked me harder, faster, the angle making me take him deeper, so deep that it pinched in the most delicious of ways.
I could feel him slipping, could sense the need for his release as his finger found just what I needed to teeter me at the edge for a long moment. My cries at this point were likely enough to wake the neighbors. And I couldn't bring myself to care as he thrust, making my walls tighten impossibly.
"Fuck, Mack," he growled. "Come for me," he demanded as his finger swiped, as his cock thrust.
And I just... shattered.
The intensity of the explosion stole my breath, stole my voice for a long moment as the waves crashed, a deep, hard succession of pulsations that blanked out my vision.
The hold released suddenly, allowing me to suck in a breath, desperately cry out.
"Mikhail..."
And just like that.
Just like that his entire body stiffened, stopped moving.
The air in the apartment cooled instantly, even as his cock suddenly pulled out of me.
"Roan," he corrected, the reality of what had happened just barely able to pierce through the fog of my orgasm.
