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Not wanting to miss out, I opened my eyes and watched her as I withdrew then immediately drove my dick all the way back in, hitting against her so brutally, so greedily that my balls smacked against her ass cheeks.
“I want you more than I should,” I explained in a gravelly whisper as I picked up the pace.
This wasn’t a sweet occasion of lovemaking.
Escaping danger and determined to show her how wrong she was about my ever hating her, I fucked her relentlessly. My fingers stayed latched around her neck as I used that leverage to pin her to the bed. My dick slipped in and out of her with loud, juicy suctioning sounds, her juices and cream coating my cock.
And when she tensed, her face contorted with a mixture of pleasure-pain from the pounding I gave her, she came. In a wicked grip of perfection, her pussy walls reacted to the drag of my shaft. She gloved me, squeezing me so good that I couldn’t wait. There was no chance to linger and savor this reunion, this second chance to fuck the one woman I’d always wanted and always would.
“Fuck.” I bit it out before my spine tingled and my balls drew up tight. Unable to resist the urge to come, I squeezed her throat a little tighter as I rutted into her harder, one last time.
The rush of euphoria nearly chilled me. Goosebumps prickled over my skin at the sheer relief of my orgasm at last. Every second of spending time with her had built up to this moment, and as I spilled my seed into her womb, I dropped over her and collapsed.
Spent and sated, I lay over her and tried to catch my breath.
Because I knew I’d need it.
I’d need to recharge for the next fight with her. And the next. And the next after that.
It didn’t matter how many times she’d be so silly as to accuse me of hating her. I’d beat back that line of bullshit every single chance I could until she knew, without a doubt, how badly I wantedandneeded her in my life.
Even though I shouldn’t. Not at all.
15
KATERINA
Over the course of the next couple of days, Nik and I erased that awkwardness from before. There was no longer any gap between us. Distance was a thing of the past now that we’d reached a truce.
A sexual one.
We’d formed a strictly physical compromise.
In the vein of intimacy, we were as close as two people could ever try to be.
Unlike how we barely cohabited at the previous safe house, we were together here. Sleeping in the same bed. Showering as partners. Touching. Kissing. Fucking.
If we weren’t sleeping, we were exploring each other’s body with an impatient, relentless, frantic need. Nik was an insatiable man, and I wasn’t going to deny how badly I wanted him, too. I’d never feltthiswanton, this eager for his caresses and the delicious stretch of him in my pussy, my mouth, and even the beginning forays into my ass.
Perhaps it was nothing more than celebrating life. That we’d turned this safehouse into the scene for a marathon of sex. Afuck fest to chase away the trauma of being so close to danger on our way to get here.
But I wasn’t deluded into thinking this was any grand sign of those happily-ever-afters I had started to daydream about. I wasn’t that naïve, perceiving that this “truce” was only physical, like we both had to vent ourselves after years of wanting each other but never truly having the chance or courage to go for it.
It seemed that life-or-death scenarios were a hell of a way to prompt us to pursue each other in a now-or-never sense.
I lay in bed with him, keeping my eyes closed as he held me tucked against his side. His fingers stroked up and down my upper arm, and that light sensation—so different from his rougher style when we fucked—almost tricked me back to falling asleep.
Over and over again, I replayed Nik’s strong words that he’d growled at me a couple of days ago, that first day we were here and he’d expressed how much he wanted me. That he’d never hated me.
He’d spoken so forcefully, so full of harsh longing, that I believed him. That charge of attraction and awareness had always been an undercurrent connecting us. Yet, I doubted his capacity to hate me. An unspoken tension lingered between us whenever I started to concentrate on what could happen between us next.
I also struggled to convince myself that he wouldn’t hate me if I admitted that I was carrying his child, too. Each time we came together, I had a secret little nagging thought in the back of my mind that he never cared about not using protection. It didn’t even come up. We were both too in the zone and addicted to each other that we hadn’t mentioned it.
Then he can’t be that mad that he’s knocked me up, right?
If it’s a big deal to him, then he would’ve used a condom the first time.
While I couldn’t see Nik being mad that I was having his baby for the sake of his not wanting a child, I could definitely see him being aggravated with me for hiding that news from him. Nik was a spy. He spent his whole life seeking and finding intel. Uncovering secrets was what this man lived for, and I was keeping a huge one from him.
