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Trust no one but Kazimir, the man he’d considered a brother.
He yanked my other leg around his hip and he pulled almost all the way out, teasing me as he darted his tongue inside my mouth. I arched my back and squeezed his arm as a powerful stream of lights flashed in front of my eyes.
The way he dominated my tongue created wave after wave of tingles. When he broke the kiss, his heavy breathing floated across my face like a wildfire. His subtle laugh was erotic, every gesture he made possessive. As he pulled almost all the way out, I grasped his hips, trying to lift mine. The hunger was too great, fulfilling the need the only thing that mattered.
Another series of stars floated in front of my eyes as the sweet betrayal of our bodies came to fruition. I clung to him, intertwining my legs as he lifted his hips once again, plunging even harder. He pulled back enough so I could see his face, able to read his lips as he talked dirty.
“I’m going to fuck every sweet hole, filling you with my seed. Is that what you want?”
“Uh-huh.”
He shook his head as if admonishing me, balancing on one arm as he pinched my nipple, twisting until I cried out. Not from pain. From extreme pleasure.
My breath turned to slow, soft gasps as he developed a rhythm, plunging in and out, pushing every beautiful boundary. I was driven into a lull, unable to focus as he trailed rough, hungry kisses down my jawline, rubbing his lips across to my ear. His whisper was harsh, telling and a promise of things to come.
“I’m going to fuck you for hours.”
If only that could be the truth.
Shuddering in his hold, every plunge became more brutal as his needs intensified, losing his ability to maintain control. As my muscles continued to stretch, I knew that without a shadow of a doubt I would never be able to free my mind of wanting him. He should be my forever, not just a fling.
I shut my eyes, squeezing them to keep from becoming emotional, concentrating on the continued blast of pleasure. As he drove into me hard and fast, the tingling morphed into another climax so shockingly powerful it twisted my stomach, igniting every synapse.
“Yes. Yes…” I lolled my head to the side, gasping for air as the orgasm continued roaring through me, every nerve ending in flames. When he finally pressed the full weight of his body against mine, I let out a slow and scattered sigh. Then he wrenched my arms over my head, holding them captive, kissing me as if his life depended on doing so, hungrily and without reservation. I was taken aback by his aggressiveness, his need to devour every inch of me, but I’d never felt such utter bliss in my life.
Perhaps we were both desperate, incapable of separating right from wrong.
With both our bodies electrified, he developed a perfect rhythm and in those few moments where he had utter control of us both, nothing else seemed to matter.
His hunger knew no bounds and when he captured my mouth once again, I wrapped as much of my body around his as possible. There was a sense of being one, something I’d never believed possible.
As he overwhelmed me with his tongue, thrusting it in and out, I realized I’d never felt so wanted or so alive. I struggled in his hold for no other reason than I wasn’t used to being treated so possessively, but his kiss continued to ignite the stoked fire deep within.
He lifted his head, holding my gaze as he’d done before, grinding his hips into me as his jaw clenched. His entire body was shaking, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before he released deep inside, filling me with his seed, fulfilling the beautiful fantasy. I refused to blink, taking in every precious moment and when his hips began to jerk, he thrust even harder, stealing what was left of my breath.
He gasped for air, grunting as he threw back his head. As he erupted deep inside, I had never felt so fulfilled or satisfied in my life.
Seconds later, he pressed his forehead against mine, gasping for air, and I closed my eyes, falling into a dark abyss, a sweet golden haze that I prayed would never end.
His deep exhale continued and he rolled over, immediately pulling me against his chest. The moment of nuzzling was unexpected, but something told me it wouldn’t last.
He reached over, flicking off the light and I bristled. “Don’t turn off the light. I don’t like the darkness.” I lifted my head, hoping he could understand. I’d always been afraid of the dark, but since I’d felt someone had been following me, I couldn’t sleep without a light.
As he squeezed me, he instantly turned it back on. “You’re safe.”
“I know.” Although I wasn’t so sure and I could tell neither was he.
The darkness in his eyes returned as he regained control of his breathing. Something had changed deep within, reality spiraling out of control.
The sweet moment and our electric connection were gone, replaced with a sense of duty. His, not mine. He’d made a promise to protect me.
And he’d crossed a line.
That would never happen again.
CHAPTER 13
Kazimir
