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This isn't like before. I've never felt this connection, this all-consuming desire, with anyone else. Natalie is different—the sex is different—special,in a way I can't articulate.
And the world outside may be dangerous, our lives caught in a web of violence and deception, but in this moment, we're safe.
She pulls off her top in a swift, decisive move that catches me by surprise, but I move quickly to touch her again, my hands gravitating to those gorgeous, soft breasts. I cup them, feeling Natalie's breath hitch as my thumbs brush over her nipples.
I wriggle down under her to capture one hardened bud in my mouth and suckle at her while I pinch and flick at her other nipple with my fingers. Natalie moans, threading her hands through my hair, her nails scraping lightly against my scalp.
And then my other hand moves down her stomach, slipping into the waistband of her pants. She's soaked right through her panties, leaving them slick and hot.
"God, you drive me crazy," I breathe out. "So wet for me, sweetheart."
Natalie's breath is ragged, her hips arching into my touch. My fingers crawl into her underwear, circling her clit, drawing a gasp from her lips. I can feel my own need building, too, a fire burning through my veins.
"Get these off," I demand, and she strips quickly before laying back down with me. I roll us over so I'm on top and I push two fingers inside her, smirking as Natalie's eyes flutter shut. Her hands grip the sheets, knuckles white as she surrenders to the sensation. I move my fingers slowly, taking my time to explore and tease, drawing out the exquisite torture.
"Please," Natalie whispers, her voice strained.
"Please what?" I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear.
Natalie opens her eyes, her gaze meeting mine. There's a mix of desire and need and, yes, even shame in her expression, a silent plea for more.
But Iwillmake her say it. I will have her cast aside those irritating little morals of hers and give in to temptation.
Give in tome.
"You need to tell me what you want, darling, so I can give it to you."
"Alessa..." she whispers. "I wantyou."
Those words, so simple yet so loaded, send a rush right through my body. I recapture her lips in a fierce kiss, my fingers moving faster, harder, giving her what she needs. The sight of her lost in pleasure excites me even more than it ever has before. Knowing that she's doing this despite herself, that lust has overridden that lawful nature...
She'smine. Here and now, she has succumbed to me in every way, and I feel the most tender ache in my heart toward her. She's mine, and it's my job to care for her, to look after her, to make sure she is protected. Cherished.
Loved.
I can feel her body tense, her hips bucking as I work her closer to release. "Come on, darling," I murmur. "Show me how much you love having my fingers in that sweet little cunt."
When she comes, her body arches, a shocked cry escaping her. She's beautiful, a goddess bathed in the golden lights reflecting up from the streets below The sight of her surrender is almost enough to send me over the edge, but I resist, wanting to draw out the moment.
I pull her close, cradling her in my arms as she rides the waves of pleasure. We lie there, breathing in sync, the world falling away.
I can't resist sucking my fingers to taste her. Natalie is such a ball of contradictions. Principled and analytical, yet passionate and carnal. And I'm so contradictory myself, that I feel as though I've finally met my matching puzzle piece.
Her skin smells like sweetness and sin and I'm almost frightened by the desire radiating off of me, the need to be closer to her, the urge to touch and taste every inch of her. Our chests are rising and falling in sync, our breasts grazing softly as we breathe.
She's not done yet. I can see the hunger in her eyes still, and her hands roam over my stomach and hips, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Your turn," she murmurs.
I grin wickedly as she rolls onto me, pressing her thigh between mine so that I can feel her soaked pussy as she grinds it down, feel the heat emanating from her core, and it makes me shudder. "You're killing me, darling," I groan, my voice rough with need. My clit is pulsing in time with my heart, so sensitive that I buck as her thigh resettles, letting me find the perfect position to rub against her just as she is against me. "God, you're killing me. I'm dead."
Her lips curl into a smile against my neck before she nips gently, and I cant my hips up to meet her thigh again, wanting more of that sensation. "You're nowhere near dead," she murmurs back. "I can feel your heart racing."
And it is. It's beating so fast it feels like it could burst from my chest, a frantic thrumming that matches the pounding between my legs.
"You feel so fucking good," she murmurs, and I groan in agreement. Her tongue darts out to lick my collarbone, then my breastbone. My nipples harden under her touch, and she pinches one hard, making me whimper softly.
We're not women, not anymore. We're two wild animals in heat, teasing each other, testing boundaries we shouldn't cross but can't seem to resist.
As our kiss deepens once more, my hands slide under her ass and lift her fully onto me, our bodies finally meeting in a searing connection that makes me gasp. Her wetness on my skin, the feel of her soft thigh nestling into my spread cunt—it's all too much. We're moving together now, grinding against each other with a fervor that sends sparks shooting through my body. It's primal and desperate, a dance that could go on forever or end in disaster, and I'm not sure which scares me more.
