Planting my hands on his chest, my breasts pushed together, I push up his length and then slide back down. I nearly explode when I’m full again, because not only does he feel amazing inside me, but he’s pressing on my clit in this way that sends sparks lighting behind my eyes.
It brings out something feral as I once again dig my fingernails into his skin, leaving marks on his chest this time. He’s going to be a mess after this. Good.
But I’m not proving any points now, he just feels so amazing that I lose myself as I set a pace that doesn’t allow for thought or reason. I’m mindless as I chase the orgasm.
Win has got my hips in his hands, and he slams me down on his cock, over and over, the cords of his neck taut, I know he’s right there with me, just trying to hold on until we both break.
The orgasm that’s building takes over every nerve in my body, every muscle tightening as I fling my head back, my cries filling the room.
I’m desperate for more, I don’t want it to end. I can’t get enough, and I pump harder, my muscles screaming, my breath coming out in short needy gasps that punctuate the feral sounds I’m making.
“Cum for me, Kat. Let me hear you scream,” Win grits out, his grip on my hips so tight, he’s likely leaving bruises.
I don’t care, I push down on him, once, twice more, and then break apart, doing exactly what he asks. I scream his name.
He doesn’t let up though, pumping into me with a force that may break a weaker woman before he roars, his body shuddering as he cums.
He twitches as he continues to pump inside me, his grip loosening only the slightest bit.
Finally, he slides his hands up my ribs and then pulls me down onto his chest.
“That was…”
I’m not sure why, but I don’t want to know what he’ll say next. I know that I was in part fueled by the loss I feel coming, and I don’t want him to say out loud that he felt my crazy coming to the surface. I shake my head, my hair rubbing against his skin.
“What’s wrong?” His voice is rough with concern as his hand comes to my jaw, lifting my face up.
I can feel tears stinging my eyes. I don’t want to tell him what I saw on his phone, I don’t want to hear him say that he has no choice, he has to marry one of those perfect English roses.
Of course he does. He’s a duke. So, I just say, “I’m scared.”
His whole body softens, enveloping me in his embrace as he brushes a hand down my hair. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, kitten. When it comes to your safety, there isn’t anything I won’t do to keep you safe.”
I lift my head up. I want to believe those words. And when it comes to his touch, I do. But in life, revenge even…
“This coming from the man who outed me to my father two days ago.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Win
Katarina’s wordsrip through me like bird shot. I did do that.
There’s no denying it and I won’t try. “It’s different now.”
She lays her head back down, not responding to my comment. I squeeze her shoulder. She still doesn’t respond.
Letting out a rumble of frustration, I give her a small shake. “What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t want you to say anything, Win.” Her voice is soft, her body still molded to mine. “I was simply acknowledging the fact that our relationship is…complicated. And everything in my life is changing, and I’m…”
I grunt because that is true.
Then again, I’m not a man who was built for easy.
When things are easy, I get…restless. Irritable. My jaw goes hard, as a thought pushes up to the surface, one I’ve hardly allowed myself to acknowledge the last ten years. Rebecca did not suit me in this regard.
She was the love of my boyhood. As I’d grown into a man…
