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“On second thought,” I said, easing out of him carefully. “Face that way.”
He nodded and laid on his side in his usual place, facing the wall. I settled behind him, kissing the slope of his neck and shoulder while letting my hand roam over his torso, up his chest, down to his hip, following the lines of his body, trying to get him to relax all over.
He turned his face toward me, kissing me over his shoulder. I nudged his top leg forward, angling his hips. Once he was in a better position, I aligned my cock with his hole and pressed in again.
Once I’d breached the first ring of muscles I stopped moving and focused on kissing and caressing every part of him that I could reach. If thiswasgoodbye, I didn’t care if I had to drag it out all night. Maybe by morning, I’d convince him to stay.
He threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling my mouth back to the side of his neck with a soft moan. I took the hint and lavished attention there, biting and sucking at the tender skin.
My hand drifted to his cock, stroking him lazily. He groaned and pushed back against me, taking me in a bit deeper.
“Your ass is incredible.” I nipped his earlobe, thrusting in slowly at the same time. “Every part of you is incredible.”
“If you say so,” he murmured, biting his lips as I pulled back and thrust deeper.
“Idosay so,” I growled against his ear. “And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.”
He reached behind him and tangled his fingers in my hair, kissing me again while I played with his cock, teasing him as I slid in even farther. When I was in all the way, he tore away from my mouth with a gasp.
“Oh my God. You’re so fucking deep.”
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered, kissing his cheek, his shoulder, anywhere I could to distract him as he got used to the feeling of me being inside. “How can I make you feel good?”
“I want you to fuck me,” he breathed, pushing his ass against me a little harder. “I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to let go and fucking use me, Misha. Don’t worry about me and don’t stop until you come.”
Twin desires warred within me. One, to do just that. But the other was the desire to keep him safe, even from myself.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered, nuzzling the side of his face.
“You won’t. I promise.”
Against my better judgment, I kept my word to him. I said I would give him whatever he wanted and if that was what he wanted… how could I deny him?
Rolling my hips back, I thrust into him again. He moaned but it didn’t hide the sound of the sheets rustling as he clenched them.
I kept the next set of movements quick but shallow until I was sure he was open for me. Sliding out, I flipped him onto his stomach and grabbed his hips, yanking him up onto his knees. I didn’t sink back in slowly. As soon as my cock was realigned, I impaled him with it, all the way to the base.
“Oh, fuck!” His body tensed for a moment, fingers digging into the bedding again.
Once he’d relaxed, I gave him what he wanted. I fucked him hard and fast, letting any protective instinct fade, overshadowed by a primal greed I’d fought so hard to hide from him. I fucked him like I didn’t love him. Like I would have that first night at Dalton’s when he was nothing more than a means to an end.
Like I didn’t love him.
Trying to shut out my thoughts, I gripped his shoulder with one hand while the other remained planted on his hip, doing my best to hold him in place as my cock pounded in and out of him. Each stinging slap of our bodies paired with grunts and groans and more than a little swearing on Marek’s part.
I yanked his torso upward, crushing his back to my chest in some absurd attempt at being close to him. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to build, winding and twisting through my body until it pooled in my stomach. I didn’t try to temper it or draw it out. I let it explode, fragmenting within me. Burying myself inside of him one last time, I bit the side of his neck as I spilled all that I had.
He gave a hoarse cry and clenched around me, every muscle in his body rigid.
Breathing hard, I slipped out of him and sank back on my heels, squeezing my eyes shut.
Like I didn’t love him.
Marek collapsed where he was, panting and trembling. “Jesus, Misha.”
My eyes opened slowly, warily. I couldn’t tell what he was implying by those two words alone. I didn’t know if I wanted to. At any rate, I was too busy staring at the handprints all over him—evidence of where I’d been too rough, roughlike I didn’t love him.
Part of me said to get up, go take a shower, and leave him alone. If he left in the meantime, then so be it. As always, his decisions were his own. I would never force him to stay. The most I could hope for was that the final memory of us together would erase all of the terrible things that came before it, that when he recalled his sexual experiences, he’d pull from our history and not be haunted by other men, other hands that were too rough and demanding.
