Page 44 of Misadventures with a Time Traveler

Under other circumstances, I might attempt to unravel all those riddles, but right now, her pussy beckons my cock like star glow. With equal fire, whether she knows it or not, her soul calls to mine. The cosmic blaze that belongs solely to her. Always, only, to her.

“Max.” Her moan, thick with need, fills my ears—as her body, slick with lust, clutches my shaft.

The moment I sink into her, I am lost.

“Ventrebleu.” I suck at the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. Lose myself in the dazzling, dizzying dream of her. “I cannot…fight it…” Not now. Not ever.

“Then don’t.” Her response comes on a shuddering sigh. “Please, Max. Don’t stop.”

“Never.” My pledge resounds through my head as heat runs through my body. I stab her over and over, fucking deeper but not deep enough, chasing the elusive star of fulfillment for us both.

“Wrap your legs around me.” I issue the growl into her ear. “Now higher.” I drag my lips across her mouth, in a deep, hard kiss. As soon as we pull apart, I dictate, “Higher, ma femme. I need more. Your filthy speech… It enflames me like the cream from your naughty pussy. It makes me want to fuck the color from your eyes. The very thoughts from your mind.”

“Then do it.” She flings her words with bared teeth, scoring my shoulders with the same vicious need. “Screw me like your little tower bang toy. Take me like the trollop who couldn’t wait to get up here and set your perfect penis free. Like the woman who’s been dreaming about your cock since the second I woke up this morning…”

“A l’aide mon Dieu.”

“Uh-uh.” She lowers a hand to claw at my backside with the command of a goddess. “God needs to help me first. You see, he’s tormenting me with a beautiful man who knows entirely too much about how to touch me. How to fuck me.” The velvet depths of her eyes thicken with lust. “And how to move me.”

I lower a kiss to her silken forehead. “Because that man was made for you. Because you were made for him.” As our chests press and our heartbeats tangle, I swallow back the urge to spill more. Right now, she is poised for fulfillment and fire, not a barely believable truth. These moments are for magic. The wind on our bodies. The music on the air. The climaxes, ready to take us both.

“Ohhhh, my God,” she rasps, as if cued to confirm my point. “Max. Max.”

“Alessandra,” I breathe into her hair.

She cups my backside with more force. “I’m…I’m going to…”

“Tell me.” I snarl it, giving her exactly what she craves. Exactly what her pussy needs for its last notch of surrender.

“I’m going to come.”

“Ce moment, ma belle. Do it right now.”

Her body, tight and hot, keeps milking me. Her scent, aroused and potent, swirls around me. “Need you…with me.”

Her priority on my pleasure is a new layer of heaven—sending my self-control to utter hell. I have become naught but need. My cock craves more of her tunnel’s merciless grip. My mouth is thirsty for more of her sweet, suckling kisses. My whole being demands to fuck her deeper. Then deeper still…

“Good Christ.” I grate it into her ear, savoring how her hair tangles against my face. I am relentless with my lunges now, driving into her tight, slick sleeve. She is the willing chamber for my dominion. The fiery hell of my damnation.

The delivering heaven for my salvation.

I slam into the hilt and then stop. I am a beam of white-gold heat, blazing and pouring and coming. Alessandra is welcoming softness and primeval light, panting beautifully through her own pinnacle. I study her. Memorize her. Pray my seed will never stop so I can spend forever filling her like this. But already, I grieve the moment my body will give out before my heart ever will.

My heart.

Jesu. That is why this all feels so different than last night.

Ten hours ago, I was drawn to her. Excited by her. Desired her as I never have another. But now, I recognize how much further I have fallen for her.

How much more terrified I am of leaving her.

I understand so much more now.

But not everything. Not yet.

But enough to know, as our bodies rock more gently and our heartbeats start to slow, that I can speak my next words and know they are the truth.

“I see you, Alessandra.” The affirmation unlocks a new part of my soul, like a window flung open to the morning after a storm. “I see…you.”