Page 112 of Beloved
His chest rose and fell, his breathing as labored as mine and when he finished tracing every inch, every blemish, he gripped my hips, pulling them away from the glass. The way he nuzzled into my neck allowed me to relax, his words exactly what I needed to hear.
“Even more beautiful than before.”
He returned his hand to my lower back, the mischievous smile I’d grown to adore all those years ago returning as he slipped his hand between my legs. I shuddered as he curled his fingers, sliding them back and forth. The sensations were wild and electric and within seconds, I was riding his long fingers.
All while I was igniting my core, he was studying me in the reflection, as if he was refreshing his depleted memory bank. Much the same way I was doing. In a world of monsters and men, there was no longevity, no promise of tomorrow. There were death and violence, the only two constants.
I knew that as well as he did, which was why so many lived recklessly.
Now I understood Kazimir better. He refused to allow anyone to tell him how to live his life.
He switched hands, freeing his right while slickening the fingers of his other. As soon as he thrust three inside my tight channel, he brought his palm down against my bottom. The effect was as jarring as it was a powerful aphrodisiac. Yet I was startled, even scratching my nails down the glass.
“What are you doing?” I don’t know why I was bothering to ask. I knew the answer.
“Whatever I want.”
His eyes continued to sparkle in the shimmer of light while his smile became even more playful. I sensed his anger lingering just underneath. He was rekindling both the fire of passion and the one fueling his rage.
Which was why I knew his soft caresses wouldn’t last for very long.
Another crack of his hand confirmed my suspicions. Maybe I should hate the rush of discomfort, but I was so wired, so on edge that the controlling discipline kept me grounded.
Perhaps he knew exactly what I needed, smacking my bottom while moving from one side to the other four more times. The sting was almost as powerful as his gentle touches, keeping my skin burning with desire, my core already overheated.
While continuing to pump his flexed fingers deep inside, he continued the light spanking. The pain quickly morphed into sheer pleasure, which was so strange in so many ways. After he’d just discovered the mental and emotional turmoil I continued to live with, the fact he was freeing me by offering controlled punishment was wildly cathartic.
I was so wet, every inch of my body so hot that I felt consumed by fire. I kept my palms pressed against the glass, pushing back as if I was asking him to be harsher.
He obliged, the sharp snap of his wrist as delightful as the heat of his body being so close. The moment was so pleasurable that I was swooning, lost in pure bliss. How was that even possible? But it was, leaving me floating on air.
Six more brutal cracks and the air between us was stifling. I sensed he couldn’t take the wait any longer when he smashed his hand on the window, his grizzly growls keeping me full of tingles. When he replaced his hand by rolling the tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, there was no doubt he noticed I was shaking.
His eyes were wide open, watching my every expression as he pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. The crazed look in his eyes kept my full attention and the moment he slipped his cockhead inside, we both responded with guttural moans.
We’d waited so long for this to happen again that neither one of us wanted to take even a few seconds for granted. When another two inches were inside, he gripped my hips with more pressure. He certainly didn’t need to be so careful, now thrusting the remainder into the tip of my womb.
I threw my head back, smiling while gasping for air. There was no way of describing the incredible vibrations or the way the electricity threatened to consume me. Another two tears trickled down both cheeks, ones of joy, not pain. There was no doubt someone would try to tear us apart, but I had a feeling he’d burn the world down to keep that from occurring.
His deep sigh was followed by him pulling almost all the way out, teasing me by nibbling on my earlobe. That didn’t last long, his body as tense as mine. He pounded into me again, his shaft throbbing as much as my pulse was racing.
When he repeated the action, he used more force. I struggled to keep from being crushed against the glass all while my hot breath fogged the window. There was also something very symbolic about the Eiffel Tower remaining in my field of vision. A sweet sense of more control than I’d experienced in my life.
He was all powerful, his amazing physique allowing me to feel protected in every way. There was so much joy that there wasn’t a chance of curtailing my moans. Not that he cared. We were free to do what we wanted.
As he pounded into me, laying claim once more, the last ugly fears that had kept me imprisoned faded away. I scratched the glass once again as he continued fucking me, the experience entirely different than before. I’d been his from the moment he’d kissed me the first time. Now I was allowed to experience every moment of the joy in being owned.
And it was exactly what I wanted.
Just like when he’d feasted on my pussy, I had no real control over my body. A series of shimmers began in my toes, making their way to my legs and up even further. Every muscle tensed and the sweet wash of rapture was so electric I cried out as if in pain. That didn’t stop him, his actions even rougher.
I was floating on cloud nine, incapable of thinking clearly, but at the moment mental clarity didn’t matter. Being lost in his passion was perfect.
As the climax swept into my core, my pussy muscles clenched around his cock, pulling him even deeper inside. His movements became more erratic, keeping me on the sweet plateau. Pulses of energy took control, the electric vibrations keeping me quivering in his hold.
Even as the orgasm began to ease, his actions became more frenetic, the sounds of his deep growls and the savage slaps of skin against skin creating nothing but happiness.
When he finally released, filling me with his seed, I stared at our reflection, fighting another wave of emotions.
