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“Yeah.” I licked my lips. “Let’s go.”

CHAPTER 29

MADARS

The best part about showering after sex with Connor was that it almost always led to more sex.

And when we were both desperate for a distraction from anything but each other…

“Fuck,” I groaned, bracing against the tiled wall as Connor slid back into me. “Baby, that’s so… ungh…”

“Jesus, Madars,” he breathed against my shoulder. He had a hand on my hip, the other slung around my midsection, and he was damn near purring as he kissed up and down my shoulder and my neck. He moved slowly this time, rocking in and out while I stroked myself in perfect sync with him. Despite the slowness, we were both breathless, breathing hard as we moved together beneath the shower’s hot spray.

“This good?” he panted beneath my ear. “Tell—tell me if you want⁠—”

“It’s perfect,” I murmured. As soon as I’d said it, I realized I’d spoken in Latvian, and I repeated it in English.

Connor growled something and shivered, driving himself a little deeper. I closed my eyes and hung my head, and when his lips grazed the base of my neck, I almost dropped to the floor. Oh fuck, he felt amazing. His touch. His lips. His dick moving inside me. I loved it when he didn’t hold back and fucking railed me, but this time—God, the slow, perfect pace was about to drive me to tears. He just felt so damn good.

“I could do this all day,” he murmured against my neck. “Fuck, baby…”

All I could do was whimper in response and rock my hips to drive him on.

“Can you come like this?” he panted. “Do you want to move to the bed?”

“I can…” I closed my eyes because how was I supposed to think, never mind speak, when his dick felt so damn good? “Fuck. Let’s…” I shifted a little, and my foot slipped just enough to make my heart skip. “Bedroom.”

He didn’t argue. We dried off just enough to keep from tracking water all over the floor and bedding, and then we were right back to it, this time with me bent over the bed while Connor thrust into me. I clawed at the covers we’d already rumpled once, pleading in every language I knew for more, more, more. He may not have understood the words, but he understood what I wanted, and he gave it to me, gripping my hips tight as he pounded me mercilessly. The friction against my own cock drove me even higher, and with the bed to hold me up, I didn’t even bother trying to keep my legs under me anymore. I just pressed my forehead into the mattress and gripped handfuls of covers as Connor rode my ass.

I lost track of time. I lost track of… hell, everything that wasn’t bliss and Connor. I was going to be sore as hell later, and I didn’t give a fuck because this felt so perfect right now. Even better, the sounds he made as he went from slow and languid to frantic and greedy.

“Fuck, Madars,” he breathed, his voice shaky. “You feel so good. Oh my God. I’m… Baby, I’m gonna come again.”

“Yeah,” I whined, trying to egg him on even though I could barely put words together. I managed to get a hand between my body and the duvet, and as soon as I started pumping myself, we both moaned. Connor’s fingers dug painfully into my hips, and his breathless cursing turned to slurred nonsense. Jesus, I loved how he sounded when he was this close. I loved when his breathing turned sharp and shallow, and he fucked me for all he was worth.

“Harder,” I managed. Connor groaned, and then he had me right there at the edge of oblivion, riding me deep and hard as his voice disintegrated into wordless whimpers.

And then I was there, coming hard as the whole world turned white, and Connor’s dick felt even bigger as my ass clenched around him. Through the haze of my own ecstasy, I heard him crying out. Heard the bed shrieking from the abuse as he railed me with everything he had. Heard the throaty shout as he slammed himself home, shoving the bed an inch or two beneath us. His hips bucked against my ass as if he thought he could get a little deeper, and then he sighed and relaxed.

His lips brushed my shoulder, the ticklish contact making me hiss and shiver.

“Wasn’t too hard, was it?” he slurred. “After you already came once?”

“N-no.” I closed my eyes as the room spun around me. “Going to feel it later, but… it was perfect.”

His laugh was a huff of cool breath across my hypersensitive skin, and then he kissed the back of my neck. “We should shower again. Probably… Probably won’t be anything more than showering this time.”

I sounded drunk as I murmured, “Probably all I’m good for right now.”

He kissed my neck again, and then he pulled out, making us both gasp. It took me a moment to get up since my legs had turned to rubber. I managed, though, and I got back into the shower with Connor, dried off after, and dropped into bed. He joined me, and we lay there, just tangled up and kissing lazily while we basked in this amazing afterglow.

Unsurprisingly, though, reality joined us, too. Fucking the world away worked for a while, but it didn’t keep the cold out forever.

I broke the kiss and met Connor’s gaze. From the way his expression fell, his mind had gone there, too.

I caressed his cheek. “We’re not going to relax until we get to the end of this, are we?”

“No, probably not.” He ran his palm up my arm, and a cautious smile curve up the corners of his swollen lips. “Was a nice distraction for a little while, though.”