Page 92 of Lethal Obsession

Until now.

He thrusts deep inside me and his mouth finds mine, deep and hot. He fills me entirely, sending me further into bliss with every stroke, until suddenly my hands are on his ass.

“Oh, Alexei . . .” My legs wrap around him, pushing him as deep inside as I can. “Ohh . . .”

“Fuck.” He pulls nearly all the way out of me, then thrusts back in to the hilt.

His mouth drops to my ear. “Come for me, angel.”

I start to come apart, the ripples a slow, intense spiral uncurling from the base of my spine.

This is it, comes the distant realization, as orgasm splinters my body into a million pieces. This is everything I’ve been waiting for.

I’m dimly aware of Alexei’s face, carved into fierce lines, gripping the bed behind me as his own savage release hits in a pulsing heat that mingles with my own beneath the high night sky, until I can’t tell where my body ends and his begins.

17

Ofelia

When I wake, the master suite is empty, and brilliant sunlight creeps around the edge of the blinds.

Wake?

I stretch languorously, smiling to myself.

We barely slept.

Dawn was threading the horizon the last time we reached for each other. That time was quiet, rocking together beneath the distant glimmer of gold on the horizon, orgasm a slow, rolling sea that took me down into a dreamless sleep. I glance at my phone and feel a surge of guilt when I realize it’s almost midday.

From the bathroom I head straight out onto the deck. I duck under the outdoor shower and dive into the pool naked, plunging deep beneath the water, then stroke to the end, where I surface and tread water, staring out at the glittering sea.

I could just stay here.

There’s a delicious sense of freedom on the yacht, as if Alexei and I occupy a private kingdom that is ours alone. Despite there being a significant crew, their quarters are below deck, and I never heard nor saw a soul last night.

I hope they didn’t hear us. I stare along the pool to the daybed upon which Alexei so carefully took me apart last night. The daybed has been remade by some diligent crewmember, returned to its normal pristine state.

Unlike me.

A slow smile spreads across my face, my body clenching at the memory.

There’s no getting my pristine state back again.

I’ve never been so glad to be rid of something in my life.

“I like that smile.”

I tilt my head back as Alexei comes up the bow access steps. Clad in swimming shorts, water streaming down his body, he’s clearly just been in the sea. Bending over, he shakes his head, sending a torrent of salt water over me, and I squeal. Tumbling into the pool, he drags me under with him, then comes up, pressing me against the wall, his hands either side of my face.

“Good morning.” He kisses me so slowly and thoroughly that by the time he pulls away, my legs are wrapped around his waist and we’re both gasping.

“No.” Giving me a mock stern look, he unlocks my legs from around him. “First, food.” He hauls himself out of the pool, then pulls me up, his eye darkening as it runs over my naked body. Even fresh out of the sea, his missing eye is still covered by the eye patch. “Make that clothes first, or else there’s no chance of me eating anything but you.”

“I don’t know.” Walking toward the sliding door, I peep at him over my shoulder. “Being eaten sounds pretty good to me.” I have the satisfaction of seeing his dick swell beneath his shorts as I close the door behind me.

I shower, remaining surprisingly unmolested throughout. My body is both sore and deliciously relaxed, like I’ve run a marathon then had the best massage of my life.

Which I guess I have, I think, giggling to myself. Inside and out.