deep, dark crevasse. My lungs seizing up, my whole body shaking and clamping down. My pussy spasms, clenching his cock. A million tiny jolts of sensation overwhelm my entire system, all at once, threatening to burn me alive.
Stellan doesn’t need to ask if I climaxed. He seems to know my body already, that all I need right now is for him to finally come. I open my eyes and keep my hips moving, trying desperately to breathe. He hammers his cock home at a blistering pace, his movements freezes as he approaches his own peak.
“God damn,” he whispers, pumping his hips madly. He pushes me back down, his fingers tightening around my throat. Not actually choking me, just dominating me completely.
And I love every second of it.
I raise my chin, sliding my fingers over his and pressing down. “I’m yours, Stellan. I’m fucking yours.”
That seems to trigger his orgasm. His eyes widen, his thrusts growing erratic. He slams his body against me,filling me with his cock. “Fuck, Margot, you’re making me come...”
Then he roars, thrusting hard and raggedly a half dozen times. I feel him coming, feel his semen fill me in hot pulses. He closes his eyes and shudders as he comes, gasping in breaths. I can only turn my lips up to his once more.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Stellan
When I wake up late the next morning, I find myself alone in the big bed. We fucked four times, each time a little different. The first time was about exploration, the second time I dominated her, the third time was sort of breathless and quick. And the fourth time… the fourth time lasted all fucking night into the early morning.
Margot drained all the energy from my body and I fell asleep with her head on my chest.
And yet here I am, waking with my cock already hard for her. There is some kind of spell she has woven around me, with her sly smiles and breathy moans. She tugs the ends close so that I’m stuck in a strait jacket of my own desire; I can’t help but want her.
Only her.
My chest feels tight as I get up and throw on my jeans. I pad downstairs to the kitchen, where I drink water straight from the tap and then put a pot of coffee on to brew.
I lean against the kitchen counter, closing my eyes andthinking of the last couple of weeks. The main bright spots were times when I got to sneak away with Margot.
Time we spent together, alone.
It feels like that means something, but I’m unsure what. Scrubbing a hand over my face, I sigh. A delicious aroma fills the kitchen and draws a sleepy looking Margot in.
“Hey,” she says.
“Haj,” I greet her.
She wears one of my dark t-shirts and presumably nothing else. That idea excites me, although I should probably at least refill my body’s energy supply before I strip that shirt off her body. Sliding her phone onto the marble countertop that stands between us, she gives me a feeble smile.
Fuck. Now that I look at her face, she looks as though she’s been crying. Her eyes are puffy and her nose reddened. My hands curl into angry fists.
“What happened?” I ask.
She glances at me and shakes her head. “Nothing.”
“That’s bullshit.” I place a mug of coffee before her, then start filling my own mug. “Tell me.”
She wrinkles her face. “I just talked to my mom, that’s all. We argued. It has nothing to do with you.”
I lift my mug with a frown. “I’m assuming this is the same mother who caused you to be put into the foster care system?”
She looks up at me, startled. For a second I think she’s about to fire back a retort. I cock a brow as she stares at me with those gorgeous dark blue eyes.
And then her face crumples. She whirls and takes off through the house, a sob escaping her as she flees.
My eyes widen. What just happened, exactly?
“Fuck,” I mutter, putting down my mug. I hurryaround the kitchen island and go after her, calling her name. “Margot! Margot, wait…”
