Page 177 of Bound By Revenge

“Just when I think I can’t possibly love you more… You’re going to drive me crazy before you’re done with me, aren’t you?”

“I’ll never be done with you…”

Lift her up…

Lower her down…

“About tocome so hard, Kat.” I time the frantic bucks of my hips to the rhythm of her busy fingers.

“I’m so close!” With each thrust, her breaths grow shallower. “Make me come for you… please, Nik,make me.”

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Fingernails digging into her curves, I pull her up to the tip of my cock.

Time stands still as we stare into each other’s eyes, teetering on the edge…

Kat lowers herself, burying all of me in her; I come undone inside her. Grinding up into her, my head falls back, and a scream erupts from my chest.

When she feels the first shot of my come, she sobs, fighting her own orgasm as it rushes her, taking no prisoners and burning everything in its path?—

Too late.

Bliss.

Her core clenches so hard around her fingers I feel the contraction along my length, still deep inside her, as she thrashes on top of me and cries, “Oh, Nik!” She shudders and melts against me, no longer in control of her own body.

“Kiska, I can feel you coming!” My cock jerks inside her again, pumping more of my come until it overflows.

She brushes her lips against mine, softly moaning against them. My tongue intertwines with hers as she draws every single drop out of me.

With a satisfied sigh, she collapses against me.

“My God, Kat.” I rain kisses over her face, murmuring words of adoration—in English or Russian, I couldn’t tell you.

Smiling with affection, she shivers against me. “Thank you, my love.”

I sigh, shaking my head. “You’re thankingme?” I give her a strained laugh.

She shrugs, then bites on my lip and pulls on it. “When do you think we’ll christen that shower?”

I groan. “Fuck me. Mercy, woman. Give me a second to catch my breath, will you?”

“I get it. Youdidhave a lot to drink at the reception, after all. And at your age?” She winces. “But I’m sure you’ll be able to perform your husbandly duties”—she rotates her hips over my hardening dick—“eventually.”

I slap her ass. “Watch it.”

“For now, I’ll cut you some slack and give you a chance to settle into married life. We’re in this together now—till death do us part, and all that.”

“You’re out of your mind if you think something so trivial as death could keep me away from you. You’re stuck with me until the end of time.”

“We’ll see how you feel a few years from now—when old age catches up to you, and I’m still hungry for more.”

“Unlikely. I have this feeling that even on my deathbed, I’ll crave you to distraction. I can’t wait to spend all of eternity proving it to you.”

Her finger traces a circle on the left side of my chest, just above my heart. “Eternity is a long, long time—even for someone as old as you, Father Time. You might grow sick of me long before then.”

I scoff. “Never.” I grasp her chin and force her to look at me. In a remarkably steady voice, I tell her, “When it comes to us, no amount of time will be enough, but let’s start with forever.”