Wetness floods over my cock, and I growl at the feeling. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” I hiss through gritted teeth, thrusting my hips against hers as she rides out her orgasm.
I fuck her harder, forcing her to take every inch of me until there’s nothing left to take. Time has no place here as we fuck each other into oblivion. I completely lose myself in her as liquid pleasure floods through my veins.
My release builds slowly at the base of my spine, tightening my balls. And when I can’t hold back any longer, I fucking let it go, erupting inside of her with a loud roar.
My forearms tremble as I experience the most powerful orgasm in my life.
And just when I think I can’t handle any more pleasure, Victoria’s hands wrap around the back of my neck, bringing my face down to hers until our lips meet. I allow her to kiss me this time. And her kiss is so intense and so fueled with desire that it seems to resuscitate my dead soul.
Her soft lips feel so damn good against mine as I come down from my high. It’s like she was made for me in every way possible.
Pulling back, my breaths come out in desperate pants against her beestung lips. And I stare into her eyes for a moment longer than I should before gently pulling out of her.
Collapsing onto the bed beside her, I curve an arm around her back and pull her into my arms as we both attempt to catch our breath.
That was amazing. No, more than amazing. That was fucking incredible. Something I never experienced with another woman before. I’ve never been able to take it slow before. But everything is different with Victoria.Everything.
My fingertips dance over her arm as I hold her tightly, afraid to let her go, afraid to leave this moment.
Sex has never been like that for me before, and it’s baffling and alarming all at the same time. But deep down I know I can’t afford to grow attached to Victoria. She is simply a means to an end. An end that involves getting my revenge against her father and walking away from her forever.
The darkness in my black soul creeps back in, taking control of me as I give her a chaste kiss on her forehead before slipping out of her arms and off the bed.
I need space. I need distance before I do or say something I can’t take back.
Reaching for my jeans on the floor, I pull them on without even bothering to take the condom off first. It’s probably for the best if I’m not leaving DNA evidence lying around just in case.
“You…you’re leaving?” I hear Victoria ask behind me. I can hear the confusion and trepidation lacing her tone, but I don’t have time to explain why I can’t stay. If I stay here and hold her tonight, it would be going against everything I’ve been working so hard for. Besides, I’ve never let anyone sleep in my bed or vice versa, and I’m definitely not starting now.
So, I simply give her the tired excuse of, “I have to get up early for a meeting with a client.”
“Oh,” she whispers so faintly I almost don’t catch it.
After I finish getting dressed, I turn towards her to see she has pulled a sheet up to cover her nudeness. She no doubt feels used right now, but I’m not the type to sit around and comfort someone. In fact, I wouldn’t even know where to start.
Her eyes are turned down as she picks at an imaginary thread in the comforter. Putting my hand under her chin, I lift her gaze to meet mine. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” I tell her before placing a kiss on her forehead.
“Okay,” she whispers with a nod.
And then I’m out the door before I do anything else I’ll regret.
CHAPTER 15
VICTORIA
THE NEXT MORNING I go for a run in Central Park. My mind is so clouded with thoughts of Damon, what happened last night between us and the reasons surrounding why he left so abruptly afterwards that I run harder and faster than I ever have before.
By the time I make it to the coffee shop, I’m a panting, trembling, sweaty mess. When Sophie sees me, she frowns and says, “I’m glad I baked extra cookies this morning. Looks like we’re gonna need ‘em.”
After grabbing our usual drinks and an entire plate of cookies, Sophie joins me at the table before I spill the beans about what happened last night.
“So, he just left right after?” Sophie asks with confusion lacing her features.
“Mm-hm,” I mumble, too embarrassed to even say the word out loud.
“What an asshole. I mean, I’ve heard of guys doing that before,” she says with a small shrug. “And he said he had an early meeting?”
I nod again.
