Which was impossible.
He’d destroyed me. Killed me. Sent me to heaven inside his mind.
“Calina,” he said, his mouth brushing mine. “You’re definitely not dead, but I will take that as a compliment.” He skimmed his teeth along my bruised lower lip. “And I’ll happily send you back to heaven again shortly. But I want to see your eyes first.”
I frowned and tried to focus, my vision black even as I lifted my lids.
However, ever so slowly, his gorgeous face came into view.
As did the surrounding room.
In Lajos Region. Hawaii.
It all felt like a dream. Except I could feel that it wasn’t, something he punctuated as he moved once more.
I groaned in approval, the fullness between my thighs lulling me into a state of intrinsic need.You’ve turned me into someone I don’t even recognize, I accused him.
I could say the same to you, he returned.
It took me a moment to realize we were speaking in each other’s minds.
Because we were in sync, our mental states tied together as one.
I blinked again.
How is that possible?I asked him, startled by the discovery.
You just became my first and onlyErosita,he replied.I thought you said you weren’t a virgin.
I wasn’t.
Then this shouldn’t have happened.
I know.I finally focused on his eyes.What now?Because I wasn’t sure how to process any of this.
Oh, now, I’m going to fuck you again,he replied.Because I’m not done. But when I am, we’ll figure out what to do.
I could hear it in his mind, the truth of his statement, and his intent to essentially fuck me out of his system. He saw this as an interesting development that could provide him with a new experience.
AnErosita. Well, I’ll be damned. Might as well play. See what all the fuss is about.
A practical thought. One that irked me, yet didn’t at the same time. Because I understood his approach—it was similar to one I would take in this situation.
This was something new—a rarity for one as old as him.
He wanted to indulge in it until it no longer intrigued him.
A passing fancy.
A fun fuck.
Not the words I would use, but that didn’t make them any less understandable. Because I, too, wanted to explore this more, to find out what it meant.
However, his desire to make this temporary was shadowed by an inkling of doubt, one that formed in the back of his mind as he wondered,What if a temporary fling isn’t possible? What if I never tire of her?
A whole slew of thoughts followed those, some of them making me sick to my stomach as he revisited past conquests and recounted his love for sex.
He wasn’t a monogamous man.
