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She jerked when Lann pushed on that forbidden entrance. It was hard to think with her body craving both air and release. Her orgasm was like a tightly pulled string, a second away from snapping.
Panic set in. She trusted him with her body. Didn’t she? What did she really know about him? Nothing. Oh, God. Her fighting instinct kicked in with full force as warning bells went off in her mind.
“Shh,” he said, not loosening his grip or slowing his pace. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
But it was already happening. She let go of his shoulders to claw and scratch. Black spots popped behind her eyelids. Just when she thought she was going to black out, he released her throat, and at the same time pushed a finger past the tight ring of muscle of her dark opening. Her inner muscles clenched in an effort to expel the intrusion, but his finger sunk deep.
As oxygen reached her brain, her orgasm ripped through her with an intensity she’d never felt. She clung to him, filled by his cock and his finger, too full and too overwhelmed as the waves crashed over her and continued to ripple long after he’d spurted all of his seed inside her. Her strength gone, all she could manage was to lean her head on his shoulder, and to trust him to take care of her. She was alive. He wasn’t going to kill her. The fear had been part of the exhilaration. Maybe the most surprising—shocking—part was that she’d liked it.
Lann kissed her hair and her cheek. He uttered gentle words in Russian as he removed his finger and pulled out his cock. She made to lower her legs, but he caught her ankles where they were crossed at his back.
“Hold on,” he said, pressing a kiss against her ear. “Don’t try to walk.”
He gently cleaned her in the water, washing his cum from her thighs before carrying her to the shore.
She’d never felt more depleted in her life. It was worse than the time when she’d had a few drinks too many at the student bar and had to be driven home and put to bed by her friend.
She started shivering as Lann lowered her onto the blanket. He stretched out on top of her and folded the blanket around their bodies. He kissed her neck and her shoulder until his heat penetrated her skin, and her body once more relaxed.
When the shivering stopped, he lifted himself to look down at her. “I’m going to get off you now. At first it’ll feel cold with the breeze, but the sun will warm you.”
She whimpered when he rolled off her, exposing her skin to the air. “No, don’t.”
He rubbed her arms. “I’m too heavy.”
It was then that she felt it, a faint movement of air, invisible fingers brushing over her. It was as if a soft blanket of clouds were pulled up over her body. Was she imagining it? She stared at Lann in wonder. Was this what he’d meant when he’d said she moved the air for him? Lann moved many things for her. A knowledge nestled in the depth of her mind, a feeling she couldn’t acknowledge. The only thing she could do was to push it back. She’d promised Lann she’d walk away. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t care. She turned herself blind to her emotions, and instead, focused on the physical, on what her body experienced.
Slowly, her equilibrium returned, but the lethargy remained.
“What did you do to me?” she asked, trying to focus on Lann’s face and not falling asleep.
“I cut off your ability to breathe, just for a few seconds,” he said. “The surge of oxygen that follows makes you come harder.”
“That it did,” she said, closing her eyes.
“Katherine, look at me.” She gazed back at him. His eyebrows were furrowed. “Did you enjoy it?”
“It frightened me, but I can’t deny that it was the best sex of my life.”
A strained smile curved his lips. “Good.” His eyes warmed. “Your trust means everything to me.”
He lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms. They stayed like that until Kat felt some of her energy return. When she tried to sit up, he shook his head.
“Rest,” he said.
She reached for her glass. “I need a drink.”
“No more alcohol. Wait for your body to recover.” He took a bottle of water from the basket, unscrewed the cap, and, supporting her head in one hand, brought the bottle to her lips.
After a few sips, she lay back again, studying him through her lashes.
“You’re very handsome,” she said.
His smile came easier. “You’re very expressive.”
“Lann, I’m serious.”
“So am I. I love seeing you come, knowing it’s the pleasure I bring you.”
“You bring me lots of pleasure,” she said, mumbling her agreement.
“Good.”
He adjusted his position so that his lap formed a cushion for her head, and stroked her hair gently. She stared at the patterns in the branches of the trees, basking in the feeling. There were these times, when he was so exceptionally tender, and other times when he kept a deliberate coolness, a distance, between them. Would her heart survive when the time came to walk away? Deep down, she was worried that he was spoiling her for other men.
