He releases my breast and steps away, his chest heaving and his face flushed.
“I can’t… I can’t stop. Fuck. Tell me to stop, Thea. Tell me to go away.”
“I want you to fuck me, Krystian,” I tell him, pulling down my panties and kicking them aside.
He swears raggedly, his gaze glued to my revealed pussy. “Love…”
“Please, Krystian.” I squeeze my tits, pinching my nipples.
His gaze drops to them automatically, and his breathing grows choppy.
With an almost blistering speed, he throws his shirt aside, then he kicks off his pants and boxer briefs.
Leaving him gloriously, deliciously naked.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous. I could stare at him all day and never tire of it. He’s not as muscular as Everett, but his body is lean and defined, his waist tapered. His cock brushes against his stomach—long but not necessarily thick.
I don’t know if I reach for him or he reaches for me. All I know is that we lunge for each other, the momentum sending us flying back onto the bed. I land on top of him, our lips fused together, our bodies flush.
I pull away to reach for his cock, loving the feel of it in my hand. I don’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t this—velvety softness combined with steel.
“Fuck, yes. Baby, just like that. Fuck.”
I line the head of his cock up with my slit, already dripping for him. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but this feels good, so I continue doing it. Each drag of his erect cock against my pussy causes goose bumps to pebble on my arms.
I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck.”
Krystian swears—the noise rough and strangled—and then flips us so I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me. His blue eyes ensnare my own, making it impossible for me to look away.
“What are you doing to me?” he asks, his swollen cock sliding through my slick entrance.
“What are we doing to each other?” I counter, tears prickling my eyes.
Because this isn’t just a one-way street.
I have feelings for him—strong, inexplicable feelings that scare me.
He lines himself up and thrusts inside of me. I throw my head back and cry out, the feeling of being stretched indescribable.
“You feel fucking amazing around my cock, love. Fuck.” He pulls out and then slams back into me, his hips hitting my own.
There’s no hesitation. No easing me into this. It’s like his body knows exactly what I need, and he’s willing to give it.
I wrap my legs around his hips and arch my back, taking him even deeper.
“Your pussy is so tight, love. So goddamn tight. I don’t know how long I can last,” he pants, his hips thrusting steadily.
Lifting my head, I trap his lips in another heated kiss, nipping and sucking on his lower lip.
“You feel like you were made for me, like your pussy was made for my cock,” he rasps, pumping harder into me.
And it occurs to me then that I should’ve felt pain at his rough intrusion. There should’ve been blood.
But it’s as he said—it feels as if my body was made for him.
“Fuck me hard, Krystian. Give me everything.” I drag my fingernails down his back.
“It’s already yours.”
