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aggressive?”
“Can you believe, I’m holding back?” His words came through gritted teeth.
Oh, yeah, he was struggling to control himself.
A surge of power washed over me, at the same time I fought to keep from begging him to ram that thing into me. “Did I tell you I prefer to be on top? Or is this all part of the he-man-demon-chest-pounding act you put on for all your conquests?”
“You are not a conquest.” In the next second, he was below me and my head was spinning in my new position on top of him.
He grasped my hips and lifted me over his cock.
I positioned myself to take him in, his penis pressing against my entrance. A hot wash of liquid rushed down, trickling from my pussy. I eased down, taking him in a little at time, knowing he’d rip me if he slammed in all at once with his girth and the amount of force he was capable of.
His fingers curled around my hips, squeezing until pain combined with sweet ecstasy. Lower and lower I settled over him, until I felt I could take no more. His shaft stretched my insides so tight even the slightest movement sent a ripple of pleasure and pain.
I tilted up on my knees letting him slide back out of me to the tip before I eased back down over him. I repeated the process, rising and falling, rising and falling, slowly, steadily, his grip strengthening until he stopped me on the downswing.
“I can’t do this,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Do what?” Fear pulled me out of the moment. “You don’t want me?”
“Oh, baby, I want you, but much, much more than this.” He lifted me off him, setting me to the side. Then he was settling me onto my hands and knees. He positioned himself behind me and eased into me. Then he was pumping furiously, in and out. Already well lubricated and stretched, I didn’t rip. He didn’t tear me, only pleasured me beyond anything I’d ever experienced.
The animalistic position, his hands on my bottom, the way he thrust into me with all the power and tenderness of a real man, set me on fire. On his last thrust, he held me tightly against him, his body rigid behind me, his hand fisted in my hair.
The power, the intensity, the roughness all gave me a rush of excitement, triggering a cataclysmic orgasm. The tingling began in my toes, spreading inward to where our bodies joined. Every part of my body shook with the force of our combined passion.
Blaise eased me down to my stomach without breaking our bond, rolling us to the side where he spooned me, holding me close against his chest, his breath stirring the hair across my cheek. I didn’t even realize he was looking at the picture on my nightstand until he spoke again.
“Where is your family, sweet Katya?”
I stiffened. “Dead.”
“Even the little boy in the picture?”
“He disappeared shortly after that picture was taken.” I could recall my mother’s tears and endless suffering like it was yesterday.
“His loss broke your mother’s heart, didn’t it?”
“More than my father deserting us.” With my back to Blaise, it was easier to give voice to some of the pain that had built over the years. “After he threw us away, he’s lucky my mom bothered to give a damn about him at all.”
He brushed a tendril of my hair away from my face and pressed a kiss there. “Perhaps your father had good reason to leave. Perhaps he left to protect you.”
“You’re ruining the mood.” When I started to move away, his arms tightened around me.
“My mistake. Please. Stay. I promise, no more questions…tonight.”
After a few moments, I relaxed again and finally drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, completely devoid of the usual nightmare. Always the same. My brother standing in a dark alley, holding his hand out to me, calling my name. Every time I reached for him, he disappeared. And every time, my heart broke a little more. I’d awaken, my pillow soaked with tears.
Not this time. I awoke to the fragrant aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Although where it had
“Can you believe, I’m holding back?” His words came through gritted teeth.
Oh, yeah, he was struggling to control himself.
A surge of power washed over me, at the same time I fought to keep from begging him to ram that thing into me. “Did I tell you I prefer to be on top? Or is this all part of the he-man-demon-chest-pounding act you put on for all your conquests?”
“You are not a conquest.” In the next second, he was below me and my head was spinning in my new position on top of him.
He grasped my hips and lifted me over his cock.
I positioned myself to take him in, his penis pressing against my entrance. A hot wash of liquid rushed down, trickling from my pussy. I eased down, taking him in a little at time, knowing he’d rip me if he slammed in all at once with his girth and the amount of force he was capable of.
His fingers curled around my hips, squeezing until pain combined with sweet ecstasy. Lower and lower I settled over him, until I felt I could take no more. His shaft stretched my insides so tight even the slightest movement sent a ripple of pleasure and pain.
I tilted up on my knees letting him slide back out of me to the tip before I eased back down over him. I repeated the process, rising and falling, rising and falling, slowly, steadily, his grip strengthening until he stopped me on the downswing.
“I can’t do this,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Do what?” Fear pulled me out of the moment. “You don’t want me?”
“Oh, baby, I want you, but much, much more than this.” He lifted me off him, setting me to the side. Then he was settling me onto my hands and knees. He positioned himself behind me and eased into me. Then he was pumping furiously, in and out. Already well lubricated and stretched, I didn’t rip. He didn’t tear me, only pleasured me beyond anything I’d ever experienced.
The animalistic position, his hands on my bottom, the way he thrust into me with all the power and tenderness of a real man, set me on fire. On his last thrust, he held me tightly against him, his body rigid behind me, his hand fisted in my hair.
The power, the intensity, the roughness all gave me a rush of excitement, triggering a cataclysmic orgasm. The tingling began in my toes, spreading inward to where our bodies joined. Every part of my body shook with the force of our combined passion.
Blaise eased me down to my stomach without breaking our bond, rolling us to the side where he spooned me, holding me close against his chest, his breath stirring the hair across my cheek. I didn’t even realize he was looking at the picture on my nightstand until he spoke again.
“Where is your family, sweet Katya?”
I stiffened. “Dead.”
“Even the little boy in the picture?”
“He disappeared shortly after that picture was taken.” I could recall my mother’s tears and endless suffering like it was yesterday.
“His loss broke your mother’s heart, didn’t it?”
“More than my father deserting us.” With my back to Blaise, it was easier to give voice to some of the pain that had built over the years. “After he threw us away, he’s lucky my mom bothered to give a damn about him at all.”
He brushed a tendril of my hair away from my face and pressed a kiss there. “Perhaps your father had good reason to leave. Perhaps he left to protect you.”
“You’re ruining the mood.” When I started to move away, his arms tightened around me.
“My mistake. Please. Stay. I promise, no more questions…tonight.”
After a few moments, I relaxed again and finally drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, completely devoid of the usual nightmare. Always the same. My brother standing in a dark alley, holding his hand out to me, calling my name. Every time I reached for him, he disappeared. And every time, my heart broke a little more. I’d awaken, my pillow soaked with tears.
Not this time. I awoke to the fragrant aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Although where it had
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