Page 43 of The Enemy's Defector
Charged with this need to ground myself with her, I wasn’t gentle or slow in stripping her. In the barest moments of breaking our kiss, we were like animals trying to remove the layers between us. Kissing her was more important than breathing air. Feeling her soft, smooth skin bared for me wasmore critical than slowing down and being considerate of her wound. She couldn’t pause either, rabid for me as we made out and groped, harsh and hasty to get to the basic union we excelled at already.
I couldn’t tell her and wax poetic about how much it scared me that she’d risk herself for me. But I could match her need and show her. I’d give her what she wanted.
Letting her lie back on the couch, I lost myself in staring at her lidded eyes, heavy and shining with lust. As she maneuvered my dick toward her pussy, I leaned up on my haunches and didn’t look away.
I wanted her to feel free to take me. I wanted her to have the permission to know I’d be hers. Because I really was.
“Take it,” I growled. “Take that cock in your pussy, Katerina.”
She moaned, lifting her hips and giving me a better angle to slide all the way into her. Without needing much foreplay, probably just as twisted and turned-on as I was, she was soaked and slick for me. Her juices leaked from where my cock entered her, and seeing those pink lips, bared and stretching to accommodate me, tempted me to take over and sink into her faster.
“Get a pillow,” she said, gasping with her panted breaths.
I didn’t think twice. Grabbing one to slip it under her ass, I groaned and reveled in the tight fit of her pussy wrapped around me. Back and forth, she urged me to fuck her, but before I could settle into a faster rhythm and pound into her so hard like she favored, she scooted back and adjusted the pillow again so she was canted upward.
“No. Here, Nik. I need more.” She grabbed my dick, slick with her arousal, and lined it up to her other entrance. Her rear hole. We’d teased and played there. But this was the first time she wanted my cock in it.
I arched one brow, mesmerized and so entranced with her guiding my dick to that small rosette.
“More,” she begged.
Wet with her cream, I was lubed up and slick for her, but it still took a few pushes into that tight ring to get in. Watching her as I rammed in, inch by inch, I moved my thumb and finger to her clit and kept her on the edge of coming.
It was a shame to see her come too soon. Fucking her ass and pleasing her with anal wasn’t something I wanted to rush. But I couldn’t last. So soon after the dreadful fear of losing her or seeing her wounded, I had to relish the opposite. Seeing her alive and pleased, closing her eyes and tensing before the relief of her orgasm hit her, was the perfect remedy to the horror of thinking she’d sacrifice her life for me.
Because as I followed her a moment later and shot my cum deep into her ass, I knew that wasn’t possible.
She couldn’t sacrifice her life for me. Her life for mine.
My life wouldn’t be worth living without her in it.
19
KATERINA
Ilay there on the couch, keeping my eyes closed. I couldn’t tell if it was because that was the first time I’d actually gone all the way and had anal sex or because it was Nik and we’d just run for our lives.
Oh, yeah.
Stinging aches kicked in on my flesh. Now that the bliss of my orgasm faded, reality resumed.
I had been shot, too. There was that to contend with now that we’d basically vented our anger and fucked our way to a truce—again. It couldn’t be healthy to rely on coming together and really “communicating” with sex. It cheapened our chances of a real relationship, but then again, we weren’t a pair of ordinary individuals. I doubted many others dallied with romance while also running for their lives and solving mysteries of who ordered whom to be killed or taken.
“Whoa,” I uttered on a long exhale. It seemed like I’d expelled that reaction—or praise—a couple of times now since we’d come. But that was all I was capable of. A one-word exclamation, shared in a holy-shit-that-was-intense tone.
“Yeah.” He slowly eased out of me, gentle as he withdrew versus the deliciously hard pounding force of how he’d stretched me as he entered me there. “Whoa.”
I opened my eyes. I heard the smile in his smug voice. Seeing the slow lift of his lips as he grinned was worth it. He would always be worth it. To make him smile. To make sure he lived. Recalling how mad he was to assume that my life could somehow matter more than his…
You silly, stupid man.
How can you not know how much you matter to me? How much I want you to live and prosper so we can be together someday? If we ever really can.
Adrenaline ceased to pump my heart as fast. I relaxed, coming down from the high of coming so hard in a new and taboo way that had thrilled me. Maybe it was the heat of the moment that made this seem so damn exciting and hot. Or maybe it was just him. Us. The fact that we were together against all odds, hiding and on the run like this.
As I breathed steadier and acclimated to the feeling of him leaving me there, I watched him stand fully off the couch. He didn’t bother pulling on his pants. Instead, he stepped out of them and retreated. A naked sight of Nik like this would forever be my favorite. Without the intensity of his lusty stares, he simply looked sated. Calmer. Content because ofmeand what we’d done.
His skin was taut, showing off how toned he was as he walked out of the room. Giving me a full look at his backside, he didn’t seem the least bit modest. I had a full view of his ass, toned and sculpted above the long, thick trunks of his muscular legs. When he returned to me, still naked, he gave me a long glimpse of his front. His arms flexed as he used a rag to wipe off his dick. No matter how slowly or quickly he moved, he presented an intriguing show of live art. All this tats that he hid beneath hisusual suits moved and danced as his muscles were put to work. I never had much time to admire the ink he had done on his arms, chest, and down toward his dick, so I always took a chance to look my fill when I could.
