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For the first time, he allowed me to see his love.
I slid my hand down his chest, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing cock, taking a few seconds to enjoy stroking him.
His eyes pierced mine when I finally slipped the tip against my swollen pussy lips. Then a smile crossed his face before he thrust the entire length inside. My muscles strained yet accepted the thick invasion immediately, clamping down and pulling him in even deeper. I wrapped one leg around his and one arm around his neck, savoring the moment of being able to watch his every expression as he moved in and out.
He took his time, allowing the sweet pulse of energy to increase until we were both locked in a moment of ecstasy. Together we developed a rhythm, moving together in a wistful orchestration. The heat and fire raged within us, wrapping a soft cocoon around our bodies. He remained hovering over me, pulsing in and out.
All time stood still, the sound of the ocean mixing with our heated breaths. When I wrapped my other leg around his thigh, he danced his fingers across my skin, pushing me closer to a perfect moment of bliss.
My body responded as it had never done before, the acceptance even more tantalizing than the roughness. I slipped into a hazed veil, allowing the rapture to take over, a spectacular orgasm sweeping through me.
“Oh. Oh…” I clung to him, arching my back as the climax swept through me, an incredible tidal wave of pleasure.
His actions more aggressive, he drove into a second round, keeping my skin tingling and my muscles aching. I loved every minute of having him buried deep inside, desire mixing with need. He continued thrusting inside until I knew he couldn’t take it any longer. When I squeezed my muscles, he jerked up, the veins in his neck strained as he tried to hold back the inevitable.
But his body refused to obey. As he erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed, I realized I’d never felt so satisfied, as full of joy as I did at this moment.
Fully sated, he eased down, shifting his weight to keep from crushing me. He kept me close, his arm and leg stretched across me as I nuzzled against his chest. As I closed my eyes, the haunted visions were gone, replaced with exquisite colors of light. He was warm and inviting, protective and comfortable.
And there was no place I’d rather be.
* * *
The plane ride, while smooth, had been tedious, the anticipation of our arrival weighing on my mind. He’d been just as antsy as before, on his phone often as if ensuring that there’d be no trouble once we arrived. I noticed the outline of New York lighting up the night sky and a wave of butterflies formed in my stomach. It was my home, the only place I’d ever lived, but it felt foreign for some reason.
I had a strange anticipation that I couldn’t ignore, a tickling in the back of my mind. An ominous, oppressive feeling had also wrapped itself around my lungs. The closer we came to landing, the more suffocating it became. I needed to talk to my father. This time I would demand to know what was going on.
I bit my cheek, realizing my father would likely laugh at me as always, but without clearing the air, there would always be tension between us. I hated that Sevastian hadn’t told me the real reason for our return, but I was no fool. He was playing with fire. I felt the burning embers surrounding him. Whatever was going on kept him more troubled than the night of explosion and attack.
When Sevastian sat down beside me, I could tell he had something on his mind. He perched on the edge of the seat, taking several deep breaths.
“I need you to listen to me. No one can know about our return for at least a couple days.” He turned his head, looking at me, waiting to see my reaction.
“Why?”
“Because I tossed bait in the water.”
“You’re trying to lure whoever is threatening your organization into the light.”
He half smiled. “Yes. It’s a dangerous game and one that could backfire. If anyone knows we’ve arrived, we’ll be made targets.”
“You mean I will.”
“I’m not certain of anything at this point, but I refuse to risk your life.”
“What about yours?”
“Mine isn’t important right now.”
“Don’t do that, Sevastian. Don’t play the martyr. It doesn’t suit you. Does this still have to do with my father?”
He took his time answering, which gave me the answer. “I’m more convinced to some degree it does. However, there are other players involved as well. That’s what we’re doing here, putting the pieces together.”
“Where are we staying?”
“I have another house, almost like a safehouse. You’ll always be protected by several of my men.”
“And what about you?”
