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“Or we can go to Paris if you want.” He rubbed me in slow, torturous circles.
I took a sharp intake of air. “Fantastic.”
“Unless you wish to visit Amsterdam as we agreed.” He slid two fingers inside me, hooking them and making me shiver.
“Oh Lord, yes.”
Roy put the glass down and parted my legs with his other hand. Wetness pooled at my core in an instant. I shamelessly rocked my hips against his hand. The fact that he could detect my mood was a huge advantage. He knew exactly where to touch me, how fast he should rub me, and when to slow down. I gripped his shoulders as the pleasure built up with exploding speed. He turned me around, so that I straddled him, and impaled me with his shaft. Helping me with his hands on my hips, he sank deep inside me, shoving hard, pushing me to the limit. There was no kindness in his deep shoves, only merciless pleasure. A second wave of ecstasy hit me brutally, setting a fire on my skin. He followed me over the edge and came with a roar that was completely feral.
“Roy,” I whispered, hugging him.
He buried his face in my chest, his beast under the surface. “We aren’t done yet,” he all but growled. Still holding me by the hips, he lifted me up and sat me on the table. He shoved aside the mess of plates and tumblers to make room for me. With a hand on my chest, he pushed me back until I lay down on the table. He yanked the shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. His hot tongue trailed over the hardened tips of my breasts before he sank his head between my legs. I arched my back as he devoured me, driving his tongue deep inside me. When he slipped in two fingers as well, I was begging him. The assault never stopped. He sucked and lapped at me, sliding his fingers in and out of me, until another release was dragged out of me, and tears of pleasure blurred my sight.
He kissed his way up, lingering on my breasts and worshipping them with his lips. The tip of his tongue circled my nipple as he watched me, gauging my reactions. “I could eat you all day.” He licked his glistening lips.
I was too ecstatic to say anything, so I opened my arms and he held me. He rested his head on my naked chest, while his insatiable hand teased me again.
“Hell. Pierre is coming,” he said, picking me up.
“Can you hear him?” I tilted my head, but not even my beast caught anything.
“He’s loitering in the staircase to give us time to compose ourselves.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Time? I’d need a day.” Laughing and kissing each other, we buttoned trousers, donned fresh shirts, and wiped ourselves clean between stolen kisses.
Right then, there was a knock on the door, soft and polite.
“Come in,” Roy yelled, an arm around my waist.
The noise of the front door opening and closing came. Footsteps padded, and Pierre entered the kitchen, his face pale and gaunt. “It didn’t work.”
“What?” I asked, my smile vanishing.
“Our trick at Gleiwitz.” He dropped a few copies of some newspapers on the table.
On a copy ofThe Times, the words ‘It means war’ glared at me.
Germany had moved her army towards the Polish border with the intention of a ‘pacification’ of Poland, following an attack on the radio station in Gleiwitz.
“Bloody hell.” Roy snatched the newspaper and read it avidly.
“But the message wasn’t broadcast.” I rubbed my suddenly cold arms. “There was no transmission.”
“The Nazis don’t care. Hitler wants to go on. The war has started,” Pierre said. “His army is marching towards Warsaw as we speak. There’s no going back after this. France and Great Britain are ready to declare war on Germany.”
“It was all for nothing.” A sob shuddered through me. War. Again. The meaning of it eluded me. I knew that hard times and danger would come, that people would die, but at that moment, it was as if I were standing in the middle of a storm, watching the devastation from afar, chaos around me. War.
Roy took my hand and laced his fingers with mine. “We’ll fight. No matter what.” He put his other hand on Pierre’s shoulder and brought him closer to us. “Together.”
“Together,” Pierre echoed.
I buried my face in Roy’s chest. The sweetness of the moment had turned bitter. These were the last hours of normality we had together before the world entered madness.
So, it was war.
THE END
