He looks at me and his eyes go black. Confusion makes my brows draw together. “What is it?”
“Look at you.”
I blink and turn toward the mirror that hangs over the dresser.
What I see makes me gasp.
First off, I’m a complete mess. My hair is everywhere, my skin is red, the bed is torn apart.
And Win’s torso is between my legs. He still holds my hands above my head, looking as though he’s master of me in every way.
My gaze goes back to him. “I…”
“Hush,” he murmurs, dropping his mouth to the final scar on my stomach before he slides up my body, his mouth coming to mine.
He tastes like me, and I sink into the kiss, even as I feel emotion well in my chest. “I didn’t know,” I say when he lifts his head.
“What didn’t you know?”
“That being with a man would be so…consuming.”
“Only if you’re lucky,” he adds softly, the thick head of his cock settling between my soaking-wet folds. “I’m going to claim you now, Katarina.”
His words only make me soften, because the idea of being more connected to him… “Yes.”
“And then you’re going to be mine.”
Aren’t I already? I know there are no promises between us, and I’ll never ask for one. Win has been nothing but clear, but I am too. Being with Win, even in a short love affair, is more than I dreamed this life would provide. “Yes.”
Is this going to be painful later? One hundred percent. Am I worrying about it now?
Nope. Definitely not.
He pushes inside me, slowly, carefully. It hurts, the burn strong, but I don’t care.
I can stand pain.
And this is pain that’s for pleasure. I will never turn away from that.
“Christ, Katarina,” he grits in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”
My brow furrows. “Is that good?”
He stills, lifting up, his eyes wide. And that’s when it hits me. I’ve surprised the man who seems to think of everything. I smile back. And then I giggle a little. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
“What day?”
“The day I shocked you.”
One corner of his mouth curves up for a second before his eyes close and he sinks just a touch deeper inside me. “You feel so good that I…am I hurting you?”
“What’s pain got to do with it? Keep going.”
His eyes pop back open, meeting mine. “You mean that, don’t you?”
“Make me feel that good and you can twist me into a pretzel.”
“Kitten,” he says between gritted teeth. “No twisting. No pretzels. Just let me make you feel good.” And then his mouth drops back to mine as he sinks the rest of the way inside me.
