Page 53 of Fatal Bonds

Heat crawls up my spine as Maks grasps my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as he wraps my legs around his waist and pins me against the wall with his hips.

“Put me where you want me,” he says as a bead of precum trickles down his shaft and onto my fingers.

I’m desperate to feel him bare inside me—it’s a craving I haven’t been able to shake since that first time, and now that the damage is done, I can’t resist the temptation. It’s not like I can get anymorepregnant from not using a condom. Adjusting my hips, I guide his swollen tip between my folds and line him up with my throbbing entrance.

Maks presses forward, sliding inside me, and I gasp at the burst of pleasure that explodes through my veins.

“Fuck,” Maks groans as he buries his face against the curve of my neck, and my pulse hammers against his lips.

He rocks slowly inside me, and my skin ignites as I feel each glorious inch of him pressing deep into my depths. Goosebumps prickle across my flesh as he holds me close, sliding into me and back out with such tenderness it brings tears to my eyes. After all the sex we’ve had, this time, it feels like something more. Maybe it’s how gentle he’s being, or maybe it’s the knowledge that I’m carrying his child. Whatever the reason, it makes me want to be with him so much more—but that might not be enough. I need to decide what’s right for my baby, and as much as I might wish otherwise, that means living a life far from Maks. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy tonight with him. If I’m going to live without him, at least I want this as a lasting memory to keep with me when I go.

A dark, throbbing ache swells in my core, an overwhelming need to have all of him, to feel him flood my body with his cum, and I know I’m in trouble because, when I’m with Maks, enough is never enough. I want him to come inside me, to claim me for his own because he never wants to let me go. But I know him well enough to understand that’s not what this is. The way he’s fucking me so gently feels dangerously close to making love, and it tears my heart to shreds.

“Come for me, little rabbit,” he murmurs against my throat, and he trails kisses up the sensitive curve until his lips brush the shell of my ear. “I want to feel you soak my cock.”

Fuck.The way he talks dirty to me is sodamnhot, and each slow, tantalizing penetration is driving me crazy, rattling the dark thoughts loose from my mind. His deep thrusts release fireworks behind my eyelids, and as he grinds against my clit, electricity dances up my spine.

“Maks!” I whimper as I ripple around him, and as he presses inside me to the hilt, I topple into oblivion.

He stills inside me, a soft moan vibrating from him as if he’s savoring me coming on his cock. My walls throb, milking his hard length as I tremble in his arms. Gasping for air, I let my head fall back against the shower wall as we stay locked together, and only after the last of my aftershocks subside does Maks ease out of me and carefully lower me back to the ground.

23

MAKS

“What about you?” Lindsey breathes, her blue eyes round with innocent concern as she grasps my aching cock.

I’m so close to coming, it would take next to nothing for her to send me over the edge. But I’m still trying to make sense of what’s happening between us. I feel bad that she walked in on me jerking off to the thought of her, but I had to do something to relieve the pressure of being so close to her after a week of giving her space. I’m so close to losing control, I don’t trust myself after what happened last time, and if she’s giving me another chance, I can’t screw it up.

Snagging her wrists, I stop her as she strokes my throbbing length. My cock twitches in protest as it takes every ounce of my willpower to remove her hands from my body. Fuck, I want her. I want all of her and with a desperation that makes my head spin. My muscles tighten with need, but I want to prove to her—and myself—that I can put her needs above my own, that I can control my desires and make this about her pleasure. I want to show thatherhappiness is what I care about most.

“Why did you come in here, Lindsey?” I rasp, searching her eyes.

“I—came to rinse off,” she says, trapping her lip between her teeth.

That’s not what I meant. I want to understand why she stepped into the shower after she saw what I was doing, but the storm brewing behind her blue gaze makes me wonder if she knows the answer. Whatever it is that keeps drawing us together—this magnetic attraction that makes her sofuckingirresistable—maybe it’s just as intense for her as it is for me right now, and I don’t want to take advantage of a moment of weakness if she’s going to regret it later. I have to bite back a groan of appreciation as I glance down at the perfection of her naked body. Her skin is flushed and glistening from our exertions, and I’d like nothing more than to taste every delicious inch of her—again. But instead, I grasp her hips and gently guide her beneath the hot spray.

“I can help with that,” I promise.

One corner of my mouth lifts into a grin when she huffs in protest. Then Lindsey’s eyes sink closed, a look of sultry pleasure softening her face as the warm water envelops her, and her head tips back to let it soak her golden hair. She’s fucking beautiful, and her soft hum of contentment makes me throb to be inside her again, but I intend to keep a firm hold on my self-restraint.

Turning to face the showerhead, Lindsey lets the water run across her face, and I can’t help myself. I need the excuse to touch her, so I squirt a generous amount of body wash into my palms and start to spread it across her smooth skin. I follow the contours of her body, running my hands up to her wrists and down between her thighs, soaping every inch of her as she turns to let the water rinse the suds back off. She leans into me as I run my hands over the front of her body, caressing her breasts and lightly running my fingers across her slick slit until I’m sure all the soap is gone.

Her breaths are shallow and ragged by the time she shuts off the water, and as she turns to face me, I step out of the shower, snagging a terry cloth robe and opening it for her to step into. Her lips press together, her eyebrows pinching in an expression of disappointment, but she accepts my help, turning to shrug into the sleeves of the robe before she pulls the front of it closed. Snagging a towel for myself, I wrap it around my waist, trapping my still painfully hard erection against my torso, hoping the pressure will alleviate some of the throbbing ache until I have time to deal with it. Then I comb my wet locks back out of my face.

“Maks?” Lindsey asks tentatively, closing the distance I tried to put between us. “What’s going on? Do you not want to—” Her question tapers off as she glances down, silently indicating what she means.

Guilt gnaws at my stomach, and I shake my head. “Of course I want to,” I growl, the words coming out harsher than I meant.

“Then why?” Lindsey steps closer, the fabric of her robe brushing softly against my torso as she peers up at me through her thick lashes.

“Do you even have to ask? I fucking made youcry. And now you don’t even trust me to sleep in the same bed as you anymore—not that I blame you. I took it too far, and I’m sofuckingsorry, Lindsey. I never meant to hurt you, and I don’t know how to make it right. All I know is that when you went missing again, I lost my fucking my mind. I’ve never lost control like that before, and now, I just keep replaying it in my mind—how far over the line I went. I should have known better than to touch you right then, but I can’t take it back. I wanted to teach you a lesson, to show you how it felt?—”

I break off, shaking my head as I realize how petty it sounds. I wanted her to know how bad it feels to lose my trust in her, and in the process, I fucking obliterated her reason to put any trust in me. “If you’re ready to move to New York to get away from me, then I have no right to pretend we can go back to the way things were. You’re not mine, and I don’t want you to leave feeling like I’ve used you.” The conviction fueling my words makes them come out gruff, angry even, and I swallow hard as I try to rein in my emotions.

“Maks,” Lindsey breathes, her big blue eyes sad as she searches my face. Then she releases a heavy breath. “Can’t we just—put all that aside for tonight?” A breathy laugh rushes from her, and a playful smile dances across her lips, making my heart ache. “Come on. You can’t just touch me like that and not expect me to want more,” she teases, tipping her head toward the shower to indicate what she means.

Reaching up, she drapes her arms over my shoulders, her fingers drawing small circles against the back of my neck. The soft touch unleashes a tingling pleasure that races out to my fingers, and they flex, pressing into the thick fabric of her robe as I grip her waist, unsure if I’m trying to pull her closer or push her away. She leans into me, her warm, soft body firm against my throbbing erection, and the slight friction sends my arousal into overdrive once again. I don’t know how I’m supposed to resist her when she looks at me like that.

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