Our eyes lock as I thrust into her in one powerful stroke. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, her pussy walls clenching around me so tight I see stars.
"Mine," I growl, setting a punishing rhythm that has her clawing at my shoulders.
Time means nothing anymore. Seven years vanish in an instant.
My body remembers hers, every curve, every sound she makes when I hit that spot deep inside her.
The one that makes her nails dig crescents into my shoulders and her breath catches on my name.
"Look at me," I demand again when her eyes flutter closed. I need to see her face, need to watch her come undone. Need to know this is real and not another torturous dream that's haunted me since I was forced to leave seven years ago.
Her eyes snap open, blue flames burning into mine. In them I see hatred and love and need all twisted together.
"Harder," she breathes against my mouth, and Christ, I'm powerless to deny her anything.
I hike her leg higher, changing the angle, and her whole body jolts.
The sound she makes, halfway between a sob and a moan, echoes through my blood.
My hips slam against hers, the obscene sound of skin against skin filling the room as I drive us both toward oblivion.
We could be anywhere.
The Dante mansion could be burning down around us, and I wouldn't notice.
Nothing exists but Katerina's body wrapped around mine, her heat gripping me like she never wants to let go.
"Tell me," I growl against her throat, teeth grazing the tender skin there. "Tell me you missed this."
Her answer comes in the form of her body tightening around me, her back arching off the wall as she shatters.
The sight of her, head thrown back, mouth open in silent ecstasy, sends me over the edge with her.
For one perfect moment, we're suspended together in freefall. No past. No future. Just this. Just us. As it should have always been.
And then it’s over.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" My voice is rough, my hands still gripping her thighs, keeping her body flush against mine.
"Like you're never letting me go."
I press my lips to her temple, inhaling the scent of her.
I want to tell her that’s exactly my plan.
She’s as much mine now as she ever was. But I’ve learned that sometimes it’s better to be patient than to demand.
“Why can’t you just enjoy the moment?” I grind against her. If she gives me a few more minutes, I’ll send her to heaven again.
She trembles against me, caught between pushing me away and pulling me closer.
The war in her eyes tells me everything.
She wants to believe me, but she's terrified to trust again.
I don't blame her. But I'm not giving her a choice.
