He begins a torturous rhythm that has me mewling like a damn cat in heat. Every time he thrusts back in, he hits something inside of me that is driving me up the wall. I can't stop the senseless words escaping my lips as he fucks me into oblivion. It feels incredible. I never thought it could feel this good.
My walls begin contracting as I grow closer and closer to orgasm, squeezing him tighter and tighter, and I hear him grunting with pleasure. "Fuck," he groans.
I reach the precipice in record speed, and I fall over it in double time. Crying out, I dig my nails into his hand and wrist and feel my toes curling as I experience the most mind-blowing orgasm I've ever had.
Jackson keeps fucking me, drawing the pleasure out and making me a crying, sobbing mess by the time I'm done.
I feel his tongue licking at my tears, and I open my eyes to see his handsome face above mine. His gorgeous gray eyes are half-lidded as he stares down at me.
He lets go of my wrists, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer to me. I kiss him as his muscular arms begin to quiver around me. I swallow down his moans as he comes inside of me, his entire body quaking from pleasure.
And when he's completely sated, he gently pulls out and collapses on the grass beside me.
"Holy shit," he pants.
"Yeah, holy shit," I agree, staring up at the bright stars littering the night sky.
And when I feel his hand reach for mine and squeeze, I know that I'm in trouble. Because one time with Jackson will never be enough.
I want to do that again…and again…and again…
CHAPTER 25
JACKSON
I CAN COUNT on one hand the number of women I've actually had sex with…and that was while their husbands or boyfriends were in the same room.
I've never shared that level of intimacy before like I did with Katya last night, and I'm still reeling from it the next morning.
After our sex romp in the grass, we went our separate ways. But I can't seem to get the girl out of my mind, and I've never had that problem before. Usually all of my threesomes in the past have been a hit it and quit it kind of deal.
Well, I hit it…but I most certainly don't want to quit it.
And it scares the hell out of me.
While I'm contemplating my intimacy issues and all that good shit, Wraith texts me to come downstairs. I'm sure he must have the news we've been waiting for about Katya's family. A few days ago, she asked me to find some information about them and confessed to me that, when Pavel took her, she left a younger sister behind.
When she'd killed her husband, Katya's plan was to go back to Russia to find her.
But then I had intervened.
Since it's mostly my fault she wasn't able to have a potential happy reunion, I took it upon myself to enlist Wraith for his help. I would have asked Lucien, but he's been so busy and stressed out over finding Adeline that I didn't want to burden him with anything else. He needs to focus on getting better, and adding more stress will only hinder his progress.
After showering and getting dressed for the day, I join Wraith and Katya in the dining room. They're sitting around the large table. Wraith is stock-still, looking like he's made of stone while Katya's the exact opposite. Her knee bounces nervously in anticipation as she chews on her thumbnail.
I just hope Wraith was able to garner some information through his contacts in Russia and able to come up with something concrete.
After I take a seat, Wraith opens a manila folder and retrieves a couple of photographs. He pushes them towards Katya across the oak table.
Katya greedily scoops them up and stares at them. "My mother and sister?" she questions with a gasp.
Wraith nods in confirmation. "A few years ago."
Katya's fingertips graze over the photos as tears fill her eyes. "Senga is so grown up. The last time I saw her…" She hesitates and closes her eyes for a moment before opening them up again. "She looks like a young woman now." A smile graces her beautiful face. "Wow, I can't believe it." With hopefulness dripping from her tone, she asks him, "Where are they now?"
Wraith frowns at her question, and I brace myself for bad news. I just hope Katya is bracing herself as well. "They haven't been seen in over a year. Your father is gone as well. I'm not sure if they moved or if they were forced out. I couldn't get any more information other than the fact that they're missing."
"Missing?" she chokes out. Crushing the photos to her chest, she stands and says, "I'm sorry. I just…I need a moment alone."
