Deep Desires (15 page)

The one that makes me nuts. The one that makes me want to put a hand down between our bodies and find my stiff clit, just to take the edge off. Just to take me to that place of relief and bliss.

It’s almost agony when he stops me.

‘No,’ he says. ‘No.’

And for just a split second, I
do
think he’s cruel. Before he lets me know the reason for his denial. For the way he takes my hands and puts them above my head. It’s not to stop me from touching him this time. It’s for another, sweeter purpose altogether.

‘I want you to come like this,’ he says, as he sits up just a little. Just enough to take any pressure away from my clit, and give him all the leverage he needs. He yanks my hips into his lap; spreads my legs wide. The muscles in my thighs almost,
almost
protest, but he keeps it on just the right sort of edge.

He’s dominant, without being too much. Forceful, but for all the right sorts of reasons. The right sorts of reasons make me moan in delight the moment he moves just right. That gorgeous body of his displayed to its best advantage, between my legs. His two good, strong hands on my hips, pulling me roughly into pleasure.

I almost come right there and then, just at the sight of it. At the thought and idea of it – my strong man, my saviour, the man I have saved in return, taking me so insistently, like this.

‘Oh yes, like this, like this,’ he says, and I just nod my head helplessly. I blink, and water runs in two thin streamers out of the corners of my eyes. I don’t even know why, really. Because I’m alive? Because I almost drowned, and now I’m alive?

And I get this, instead of dying.

It doesn’t seem like something that should happen to me. I’ve been waiting all this time for my end, and I didn’t think it would be anything good. But this is good. This is so good I can’t even speak, and tell him in how many ways. I just arch under his touch, hands scrabbling for his.

He presses them into my hips, like I’m doing this as much as he is. He put his hands over mine and rocks into me, over and over, that same deliciously abandoned look all over his beautiful face. He’s really going to do it, now, I know, but that’s OK. Because every stroke is hitting just the right spot, so firmly I could faint over it.

I’m not prepared for the pleasure that hits. I can’t even let out a sound to relieve some of it because my teeth have formed a cage to keep everything in. My body doesn’t want to let go of this rolling, too-tense orgasm, and even after it’s done I can still feel it. I can still feel it in the clench of my cunt around his still working cock. In my belly, where it began; in my clit, which still aches to be touched.

Though I scream when he actually does it. I beg him not to, but of course he disobeys. He runs one teasing finger over the very tip of that slippery little bud, and just as I think it’s going to be too much it turns into not enough.

‘Please, please,’ I tell him, while he gazes down at me, this teasing look on his face. This teasing,
light-hearted
look on his face. It’s a revelation, and it gives me more than the thing I’m begging for.

I don’t even want it anymore. I just want him to come too. I want his body to tremble the way mine is doing, and his expression to lose all of its tension. And when I lift my hips a little, when I rock against his grip and gasp his name, I get a little bit closer. Then closer still. He moans for me, and that’s almost enough.

But it’s not quite the reaction I get when I tug my hands free and rake my nails down over his chest.

‘Abbie,’ he says. ‘Ohhh God, Abbie.’

Followed by unintelligible Russian words that mean just as much. I love the sound of him giving in. The look of him, the way he arches his back and lets all of these sounds tumble out of him. He looks raw in the low light. Primal.

But once he’s done shuddering through his pleasure, that same strong body turns boneless. He caves like a house of cards on top of me, the sounds he’s making now more like sobs than gasps of dissipating pleasure. He’s relieved, I think. The way that I am.

The way I’ll always be now – though, to be clear, it’s not because I’m unafraid. I still am. I even say to him in the afterglow, while my body is lax and satisfied and I’m not really thinking about anything too closely.

‘He’ll come back, you know,’ I say to him. ‘He’ll come back and try to hurt me again.’

But the thought doesn’t have the impact it once did. There’s still room for relief amidst the fear, because even if it all happens again, even if he gets me by the hair and drowns me for real, this time, I know this:

I got to have something lovely before I met that end. I got to do something wrong, something terrible … to make a mistake and have it turn out OK. I got to make someone as all right as he’s made me, in so many, many ways.

So it’s OK now.

Though I don’t think I fully understand what OK is until he turns and looks at me over my shoulder. His blue eyes hold mine, not covered by anything. Not veiled, not misted over. Just pure and dark and true.

And he says to me the best thing he possibly could.

‘He won’t ever be coming back, Abbie. Because, if he does, I’ll kill him. I’ll kill anyone who ever tries to hurt you, the same way you would kill anyone who tried to hurt me. Isn’t that true?’

I think of the boy, and the kite, and then I say the words as fierce as any I’ve ever spoken.

‘You don’t even have to ask.’

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