Page 173 of Terror at the Gates

I positioned him between my legs and sank onto his cock. I loved the feel of the first thrust, when my body was still tight and aware of every movement he made.

Zahariev groaned, his hands smoothing down my back.

“God, it feels so good,” I said, tilting my head back, hands on Zahariev’s shoulders. “I should have made you fuck me sooner.”

He looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes, hands spanning my ribs. I loved the lazy expression that came over him when he was inside me. He was rarely ever this relaxed. It was good for both of us.

“You’ll never have tomakeme fuck you,” he said.

“Yeah?” I asked, leaning closer, letting my arms slide around his neck. I liked the way my nipples grazed his body when I moved. I kissed him, tongue sweeping sweetly at his mouth. It was slow and sensual, but I could feel the heat building in the pit of my stomach.

“It’s so hot,” I whispered, pulling back to gather my hair, moving it to one side. “So fucking hot.”

Zahariev slid down in the seat, moving his hands to my forearms.

“Lean back,” he said. His voice was a quiet command.

It was that soft edge that made me stiffen. My desire for him sharpened, cutting through me like a knife. I couldn’tdecide if I wanted to fight him or submit to him. Either way, I knew I was about to be fucked like never before.

I obeyed, more curious than anything, back resting against the driver’s seat, my hands on his knees. We were still joined, and the change in position made me breathless.

“Like this?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, smoothing one hand over my stomach to my breasts. “Just a fucking dream.”

He took a few seconds to explore me, and it felt like worship. I liked the way he seemed to change while doing it, eyes opening a little more, darkened by an intensity that made me shiver.

God, this was going to be so fucking good.

It was almost like he’d heard my thoughts, because at that moment, his gaze lifted to mine.

“How do you want it, little love?” he asked. “Slow? Fast? Somewhere in between?”

His thumb was near my clit, and as he spoke, he took me through each option in real time. His touch felt good, but the demonstration made it all that much hotter. My body was already tensing.

“God,” I panted. “I don’t fucking care. Just don’t stop.”

He didn’t, and I reached behind me, grabbing the headrest. I needed something to hold on to as he coaxed my body to release. At this angle, it was too much work to move up and down, so I rocked against him instead.

I whispered and whined as the pressure built inside me. It was hard to put into words how this felt. It was just sofucking good. He worked me until everything inside me clenched tight for a single moment and then released in waves of trembling warmth. Through it all, I didn’t make a sound. I couldn’t, consumed by each paralyzing wave ofpleasure.

When I came down, it was like everything inside me had liquified. My eyes were so heavy. I wanted to sleep.

“Legs up,” Zahariev said. Again, his tone was quiet and demanding.

It woke me up, and I rested my feet on his shoulders. His hands skimmed up my thighs, and he trailed kisses along the inside of my calves.

“You feeling good?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “You?”

“I’m having the time of my life,” he said, gripping my hips. With the way we were positioned, he wasn’t all the way inside, so when he pulled me toward him, it was just the slightest bit of movement hitting in just the right place.

I gasped and then held his forearms, pushing against the seat with my feet poised over his shoulders. I had never had sex like this before, but fuck, this wasexquisite. It took me a moment to find a rhythm that worked, one that Zahariev encouraged with the slightest bit of movement.

“Oh my God,” I gritted out, my expression morphed into something desperate and probably not the least bit attractive, butholy hell. I fucking sobbed. “It feels so good.”

Zahariev licked his fingers and rubbed my clit until I came. This time, I screamed, curling into myself, my knees pressed together. I held on to Zahariev, nails digging into his skin. I couldn’t do anything while my body processed this pleasure. It was like being electrocuted, but in the most erotic way possible.

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