Another cry fell from my lips when he wrapped his fist around my hair and yanked my head back again.
“You’re dripping all over my cock, sweetheart. Look at you.” He swept his thumb over my damp cheek. I was a mess, my face streaked with tears and my body trembling with lust. “An angel about to come from being fucked like a whore.”
An electric shiver moved through my entire body at his words.
“Please,” I sobbed. “I need—I can’t—please…”
I didn’t know what I was begging for. For release, for him to go harder, for this never to end.
All I knew was, he was the only one who could give it to me.
“Please what?” Christian kept one hand fisted in my hair while he reached his other around to my sensitized sex.
“Please, I need to…”
My reply devolved into a hoarse scream when he pinched my clit. My brain short circuited, and my body spiked with pleasure so intense I instinctively tried to scoot away.
I only made it a few inches before Christian dragged me back.
“Try that again, and I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit.” I yelped when his palm landed on my ass with a warning slap. He lifted his hand and closed it around my throat. “I want to feel you coming on my cock, Stella.” His fingers dug harder into my skin with each word.
I could only answer with a string of unintelligible moans. I’d lost my voice to the need coiled beneath my skin, threatening to split me apart at the seams and turn me into the ruins of the person I once was.
The one who’d played it safe her entire life, who’d been so afraid of going after what she wanted that she didn’t dare voice her desires out loud.
She’d shattered beneath Christian’s touch, and I never wanted her back.
I closed my eyes, picturing the obscene image we must’ve made. Me on all fours, my head pulled back and my back arched while Christian pounded me from behind. One hand around my throat, the other hand fisting my hair. A faint red mark from when his palm struck my ass…
Heat moved down my spine, building and building until I exploded into a thousand brilliant pinpoints of light. They raced through my veins and lit a match to every nerve ending until they consumed me whole.
Oh God. No wonder other people raved about sex. If that was what it was supposed to be like…
I was still clinging to the remnants of my orgasm when Christian flipped me over onto my back. His arms bracketed my body, and his mouth grazed mine as his thrusts slowed into…not something soft, but softer. More sensual.
“I can still feel your pussy rippling around my cock.” He cupped my breast and rubbed his thumb over the stiff peak. “As beautiful as I imagined.”
He kissed me harder, his mouth claiming mine and his hands mapping my most erogenous zones as he fucked me toward another orgasm.
“Right there,” I panted when he hit a spot inside me that made my toes curl. I clung to him, my legs spread wide to take him as deep as he could go. “Harder. Please, I…oh God…” My moans pitched higher when he increased his pace and the tremors of a second climax quaked through me.
Slowly at first, then all at once when Christian pinched my nipple and drove into me with as much force as the beginning of the night.
I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me.
I felt him shudder and jerk inside me before he, too, came with a groan, but I was swept up in euphoria so intense it drowned out everything else.
It went on for what felt like forever before I finally slumped into a sweaty, mindless heap.
For once, the voices inside my head were silent. I was floating on a cloud of post-orgasmic bliss, and I wanted to stay there forever.
No doubts, no insecurities, no overanalyzing. Just the soft, ragged sounds of my breaths and the press of Christian’s mouth against my skin as he kissed his way down my neck and torso.
The gentleness of his touch was at complete odds with the savagery of his fucking, but it felt so right I didn’t question it.
I nearly purred with contentment when he rolled me onto my side and smoothed a hand over my ass. His strong fingers kneaded the muscle until I melted into a boneless puddle.
“You did so well,” he murmured. “Such a good girl.”
His words wrapped around me like a soft blanket and sparked another ember of heat in my stomach.
I guess that was what happened when girls with a need for academic validation grew up. They developed a praise kink.
“We should do this every night,” I said drowsily. It’d been a long day, and as much as I wanted a second round, I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. “It’s better than yoga.”
He laughed, a soft rumble of noise that was pure male satisfaction.
“I can’t think of a higher compliment.” He moved his body up until he lay next to me and dropped a kiss on top of my head. “No complaints from me if you want to make this your nightly routine instead.”
“Hmm.” I closed my eyes and snuggled closer to him.
As soft as this moment was, a part of me knew Christian and I had entered dangerous new territory in our relationship. And while my self-preservation instincts were doing their best to ring the alarm, I also knew there was no going back.
33
CHRISTIAN/STELLA
CHRISTIAN
She was dreaming. I could tell by the way her lips curved and the soft noises she made in her sleep.
I wondered what she was dreaming about and whether said dream included me.
If not, that was unacceptable.
I pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder and wrapped a possessive arm around her waist.
Whether in heaven or hell, in dreams or real life, Stella was mine.
And I didn’t fucking share.
She stirred and let out a small, adorable yawn before her eyes fluttered open and met mine.
“Good morning.”
A smile touched my lips at her shy tone.
“Morning, Butterfly. Sweet dreams?”
“Mmhmm.” She stretched and snuggled closer to me.
“What were you dreaming about?”
“I don’t really remember. Something involving a boat? I keep meaning to start a dream journal, but I always forget.”
I chose not to ask what a dream journal was.
“Were you alone in the dream?” I asked casually.
“Hmm, now that you mention it, there was someone in the boat with me,” she said. “Dark hair, tanned skin, a bit older than me but really good-looking…”
A smug grin crept over my lips.
Stella snapped her fingers. “I remember now. It was Ricardo!”
She let out a squeal of laughter when I rolled her over and pinned her arms above her head.
“You think that’s funny,” I growled, but a smile threatened to slip free at the sparkle in her eyes.
“I was only telling the truth,” she teased. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of a dream. I didn’t think you’d be one of those guys who gets clingy after sex.”
“I told you, Stella. I’m jealous of everything when it comes to you.” Something dark and possessive moved through my chest. “And it wasn’t just fucking sex.”
Sex was a transaction, something people did to pass the time and find physical release. Anyone could have sex. But no one could rip me apart and put me back together the way she could.