Page 110 of Heart of Stone

I was still buzzing, almost delirious from the last one, panting and gasping for breath.

One more?

I wasn’t sure if I could do it again.

Alexander shifted his position upward. His fingers curled around my hips and he pounded forward fast and deep, pushing into me with a brutality that took my breath away. Possessing me further and harder than I thought possible, repeatedly hitting the pleasure point in my core.

“Oh, Alex. You feel so good,” I moaned.

My words seemed to drive him crazy, and he hammered home with an animal like force. Within minutes, I felt that familiar ache, the buildup a steady roar in my ears, until I finally released into a moment of astounding rapture. A muffled cry escaped my lips as something inside me snapped. The room around me became a blurry haze. My body involuntarily bucked upward, as I began to pulse and clench around him again. Almost simultaneously, I felt him shudder.

“Ah, fuck – Krystina,” he grunted, pumping faster, milking his own release with every thrust.

He slumped down on top of me, blanketing me with his heat. We were both sticky from exertion, but I didn’t care. I wanted to savor his occasional twitch inside of me, the final echo of his release, prolonging those final few flutters of my own staggering climax.

When it seemed that we had both caught our breaths, he reluctantly and carefully pulled out, leaving me practically purring like a kitten.

“Stay here,” he said.

I glanced to my right and saw him walking into his master bathroom. I heard a few cabinets opening and closing, then the water running for a few minutes. While he was gone, I had a vague awareness of the music that was still playing. The songs no longer spoke of wild passion and desire, and were more soothing and fitting to my current state of being.

When Alexander returned, he began to wipe a warm washcloth between my legs, removing the remnants of our lovemaking. The tenderness and intimacy of his actions was surprising. And for the second time since meeting Alexander, I felt little crack in my carefully built walls.

Careful now…it’s just the aftereffect of sex.

I had to watch my step before I was left with nothing but a pile of rubble.

However, I wanted to enjoy this moment, at least for another minute. And as he climbed into bed, I pushed away the nagging worry that perhaps I liked this all a littletoomuch, and allowed him to pull me close against him.

I nestled my head against his chest.

Only for a minute, Cole.

Because a minute was all that I could afford to give.

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I held Krystina tight against me, with her head resting under my chin. Using my index finger, I traced the line of her spine and the shape of her shoulder blades. She hummed under my touch, satiated from the throws of passion.

I brushed my lips over the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair. Her intoxicating smell caused desire to surge blistering hot through my veins.

God damn, but I want her again.

I closed my eyes and took a few measured breaths, fighting off the urge to take her once more. I couldn’t, at least not just yet. If we were going to venture into a true BDSM relationship, there were certain things that I had to attend to first. In the past, I had always felt it was the responsibility of the submissive to attend to their personal needs after playing. However, Krystina was different. If I ignored certain aspects of my world, it would be a huge mistake that we would both regret.

“Sit up, angel. I need you to drink a glass of water,”I told her, shifting us both into a sitting position. I reached onto the nightstand to get the vanity cup that I had filled while in the bathroom.

“Thanks. I’m parched,” she said groggily, but eagerly took the glass to quench her dry mouth.

“Easy, not too fast. You need to hydrate, not make yourself sick.”

“I’m thirsty, Alex. Don’t worry. I don’t think water will make me ill,” she laughed, but her words were still sluggish. I didn’t like the coloring of her skin. Through the dim lighting I could see that her cheeks were flushed, but the rest of her was ghostly pale.I closed my eyes briefly. Guilt swelled in my gut.

I was too hard on her. Dammit!

I knew better than that. Going too rough on a first-timer could have devastating results.

“I’m serious, Krystina,” I insisted. I moved to position myself behind her and began to lightly massage her shoulders. “It’s important that you take care of your body after a scene like we just had.”

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