“Kristina,” he murmured, overawed by the feeling of her spasming pussy.
“Oh, yes.”Seemingly unruffled by the fact she’d left the ground in more ways than one, her head fell forward.“Master, please don’t stop.”
Pressing the heel of his hand against her pulsing clit, he held her close as another round of gratification washed over her, relishing the intimate heat they’d created.His dick was desperate to take the place of his fingers, but he called for patience, knowing that, like Kristina’s, his pleasure would come.
With only the sounds of her breathy gasps for company, he kissed the back of her neck, holding her as she floated down from the cloud he’d curated.
After so long chasing her crescendo, Kristina was replete.
She was his.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kristina
Slumped against him, Kristina’s mind was clouded.Somewhere, she sensed there was a need for panic, but it was lodged deep in her psyche, buried under the weight of her rising weariness, which appeared to be growing roots and grounding her.Hovering above those emotions was the fog of her intense satisfaction.Dwelling in that euphoria, she couldn’t remember why those other feelings had ever felt so pressing.
There was only Kronos.The heat of his arms around her, his hand slipping from her neck, and over her breast, and the knowledge that the fingers of his other hand were still lodged deeply inside her.Squeezing her sex around them, she groaned again, an illicit sound that she scarcely even recognized.
Did that erotic noise come from her?She blinked at the white wall as though the glowing structure would provide an answer.Apparently, the sound was hers, although she was sure she didn’t know the woman who’d produced it, but then she also failed to acknowledge the one who’d appreciated his digits stiffening at her air supply.
Why the hell was that so sexy?The threat of being choked shouldn’t have been captivating, yet sensing his digits stiffening around her throat had really done something for her.Her head fell at the insane idea.Knowing how strong he was and how he still held hers and another life in his hand, she should have frozen with terror at the prospect, yet for some crazy reason, the gesture had only heightened the power of her pleasure.
“Fuck.”She pushed out the word, then quickly remembered his displeasure at her profanity.“Sorry, Master.”
A deep chuckle was the only response he offered, her body lowering slowly until the soles of her feet skimmed the floor again.She looked around briefly, unsure what had just happened.
Wait?I was in the air?
Had she known she’d been levitating while she’d splintered into a thousand shards of satiation?Based on her puzzlement, she guessed not.From some distant place, she heard her old rational mind querying her logic, reminding her that she couldn’t have been levitating, because such skills did not exist.
It’s just another side effect of whatever he gave me, she reassured herself as she pushed the niggling doubt aside.It has to be.
Sliding her palms along his muscular thighs, all she could think about was just how good that orgasm was.She was softer somehow because of it, as if her body was primed for more.No climax she’d experienced had come close to hitting her as powerfully as that one Kronos’ incessant fingers produced.
Every fiber of her being had been concentrated on her one, yearning need for release, and when he’d finally pushed her over the edge, she’d wanted to cry with joyous relief.
She blinked her eyes wider at the disturbing reality.Kronos, the man who’d captured her, was responsible for her most intense sexual high.How was that right?
She sighed when he eased his digits from inside her, spellbound as his hand rose and he presented her with the fingers that had granted her such gratification.Pressing the fingertips to her lips, he whispered his sensual instruction.
“Clean me.”
Only two words, but her mouth parted at his command, and she wrapped her lips around one, and then his second finger, discerning her flavor on his skin.There was something so taboo about the act, as though being made to savor her own excitement was a forbidden treasure.Whether it was wrong or right, he had created that pleasure in her, and she was so fucking thankful.
She worked her mouth around his fingers before exhaustion forced her back against his hard body.
“What do you say, little one?”
His knowing tone should have felt goading, but she was so overwrought, she barely even noticed its resonance.
“Thank you, Master.”
She smiled, realizing she actually meant the words.For the first time since she’d woken, he had given her a reason to be grateful.
He shifted behind her.“Hands on the wall.”
His throaty tone conveyed his own intensifying need, and without thinking, she reached forward, pressing her fingers into the warm glow.She still couldn’t understand how the walls or floor had the permanent effervescent effect, but feeling its luminosity against her palm, her smile grew.There was something strangely compelling about its influence, as though the structure had a power all of its own.
