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“Please, oh please.” She gasped for breath, dizzy with sensation.
He kissed her throat, biting the place where neck became shoulder and pinched her nipples until they hurt, but the fingers between her legs only gentled. The more roughly he used every other part of her body, the more maddeningly tender his movements inside her became.
Kat’s nerve endings were on fire and her sex pulsed like a live thing, frantic for more, driven to a state of desperation.
“Anything you want. I’ll do anything, please, just please,” she sobbed.
“Anything I want?” He smacked her ass again and an animal sound escaped from the back of her throat. “Answer me, Kat.”
“Yes, anything. Anything.” A profound sense of peace swept over her as she said the words, as if she had freed her body from some unknown prison.
“Good girl.” Serge whispered his approval as his hands smoothed over her bottom. He spread her and pressed the thick head of his cock to her opening. Kat moaned and tilted her hips, never having been so close to orgasm from such little contact.
He penetrated her ever so slowly, inch by torturous inch. He was so hot, so hard, and thick enough to make her walls stretch deliciously to accommodate his girth. His breath came fast against her neck as he slid in to the hilt, the trembling of the strong arm he wrapped around her waist telling her how perfect it felt to be buried inside her.
“You feel so good.” Kat mumbled against the wet tile.
“Not as good as you feel. God.” He took a deep breath and held still within her, his hands stroking softly across h
er stomach and down the curve of her bottom.
Kat sighed and arched backward, taking him deeper, trembling when she felt the head of his cock bump up against the end of her. She felt deliciously free, able to abandon herself to the raw physicality of making love in a way she never had before.
Not making love, fucking.
Kat leaned back to capture his lips, determined not to think about the fine line between fucking and making love, not when she was so close to what she knew would be the best orgasm of her life. Analyzing the alien aching in her heart could wait until she had satisfied all of her other aches.
Serge groaned something in a language she didn’t understand, his words filled with so much emotion that she dared to believe that this might be as mind-blowing for him as it was for her. But then he pulled out and rammed back in with a roar, banishing all rational thought.
Kat braced herself on the slick wall, pushing back against him as he thrust inside her, claiming her as roughly as she’d prayed he would. His skin slapped against hers, a satisfying sound of flesh upon hungry flesh, while his hand moved to her clit. One strong arm held her tightly around the waist, leveraging her closer as he took her deeper, harder, faster and his fingers applied just the right pressure to her swollen clit, flying back and forth until she bowed in his arms.
Kat screamed as she came, crying out with a passion that she had always kept bottled tightly within her. But Serge was there with her, crying out in another language, urging her on with his cock, his hips, his hands as he joined her. His fingers gripped her hips as he shot inside her, grinding forward until she was pinned against the wall, her hipbones pressing almost painfully into the tile.
But it was a good pain, a fulfilled, well-used kind of pain that she suspected she would never get enough of.
Neither of them said anything for several moments. They remained as they were, the sound of their labored breath mingling with the sound of water hitting tile. Kat closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the last few moments of bliss before panic set in.
It would set in; she knew that without a doubt. She had gone and done it again, let her heart soften and she didn’t know if she would be able to firm it up again. Abandon came with a price, after all. And the price she’d paid last time had been far too high.
“Now can I feed you some Fettuccine Alfredo?” Serge asked in a husky voice.
Her jaw relaxed as some of the tension straining her muscles leaked away. Of all the things he could have said, that was a good choice. He was keeping it light, easy, and she was grateful.
He slid slowly from her body and turned her in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose. “You are beautiful as you are, but a little more flesh on your bones wouldn’t be a bad thing.”
“You spend five years in the dungeon and see how much flesh you have left.” The words slipped from her lips before she realized what she was saying.
She never talked about the dungeon. Never! Why would she want to remind anyone how horrible she truly was? Especially a man she found so undeniably interesting and who—despite her earlier attitude—she wanted to think well of her?
“That part of your life is over now.” His tone held no pity or disgust. “You’ve left rock bottom behind.”
“I’m glad someone is sure of that.” She tried to pull away—feeling even more vulnerable with his eyes focused on her face—but he tightened his grip, tugging her against him once more.
Her breasts flattened against his solid chest, awakening a tingle of desire, though she wouldn’t have believed it possible so soon after the kind of release she’d just experienced.
“I’m sure of it and sure I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you.” He dropped his lips to hers. The kiss was full of hunger, but laced with an underlying sweetness that made her feel soft inside. There was nothing soft, however, about the cock swelling against her thigh.
She chuckled as he trailed kisses down her neck. “That’s pretty impressive for an old guy.”
