Page 48 of Lost Bastard


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Mingling breaths, observing each other’s reactions. It was a thrill to catch all the clues that told her this predator was fighting a losing battle and was about to win at the same time.

Deva leaned forward which increased her pleasure almost to the breaking point, and bit his ear.

“Let go, Aleksei. Come for me, please.”

Aleksei shuddered, and she could see he was clenching his jaw, battling his release with everything he had. Deva kissed his stubble. “Why are you fighting it?”

And when she looked at him, covered in sweat, heaving as badly as she was, the words made her fall apart.

“I can’t, Deva, not now.”

“Why?”

“Because it would be over. It can’t be over. I don’t want it to be over, Deva.”

Damn man! Pleasure of the flesh and pain of the heart mingled. With trembling hands, she cupped his cheeks, looking into the troubling storm brewing inside him.

“I know, Aleksei. But it’s inevitable. Come in my arms, as I fall apart for you. Together. Let’s die a little tonight and be born again at sunrise. And fight this all over again. Just don’t leave me now. Not when I need you the most. Don’t fight against me. Fight for me.”

The man looking at her was caught in a state of turmoil, but when he thrust deep inside her, and they both moaned in delight, Deva was relieved. And her relief turned into a frenzy that fogged her mind and fried all its circuits. With all his strength, he pushed himself inside her, over and over again, at a blinding speed that rendered her mad.

Barely realizing she was repeating Aleksei’s name like a prayer, her orgasm exploded inside her and spread until it all but consumed her. And more wildly, when Aleksei roared in pleasure and pushed with even more force inside her quivering sheath, it heightened her own release until she thought her body would shut down. The only thing she could do was hold on to the man who was as lost as she was, as broken as she was. His strong arms banded around her, his lips buried in her neck, and she offered him the same embrace. Wishing secretly for this moment never to end.