“Me, too.”
He tilted her hips, coaxing her legs out wide, and dragged himself along her wet core. He wanted her deeper, raw, more vulnerable. While he was filling her, over and over, she wanted nothing else except him.
He caressed the slope of her ass, and Marianna stiffened. “Simon?”
“Don’t worry,Princesa.” Simon kissed her neck. “I’m not going to fuck you there. But seeing you like this is a hot, dirty reminder that I’m the guy who was never supposed to touch you.”
His voice was a low growl, like he was coaxing her down a dark path. Maybe he was. But it was better than the other path they were headed down earlier today. The one where she came in his arms every night and woke up in his arms every morning. The one where they found a way to stay together.
He brushed her hair off her shoulders and kissed her neck. Then he thrust hard and sank in, all at once. She cried out.
“Fuck,” he muttered, stilling, fighting the overwhelming urge to come.
Her breaths were hitched gasps. She was wet and ready, and she leaned back into each stroke.
“What does it feel like to have me inside you,Princesa?” he groaned. “Are you going to miss my cock?”
He gave her hard, heavy reminders, over and over, of just how good it could be between them. Her arms gave out, and she sank to the bed, her ass high in the air. Goddamn, he wasn’t going to survive this. She was bent over, her body fully at his mercy, and still he wanted more. Would he never be satisfied?
“Is this what you really wanted?” she asked, her voice shaking. “To have me on my knees? Under your control? To win?”
He stilled, blinking down at her. His sex-hazed brain tried like hell to fit those words together.
“What is this between us?” she asked. “Do you know?”
This was all happening too fast, and his cock was throbbing, begging for attention. Simon closed his eyes. “No.”
That was a lie. He did. But he wasn’t going to let her taunt it out of him in exchange for sex. Her fingers trailed down his arm, and she kissed his hand softly. Then she rested her hand on top of his, her fingers laced with his.
“Come on, Simon,” she said softly, tugging him over her. “Give me one last fuck goodbye.”
The crassness of her words hit him deep in his gut, tearing at his old scars and wounding him where it hurt the most.
He pulled out and coaxed her to turn around so she was on her back. He lowered his body to hers, resting on his forearms, his muscles twitching at all that delicious softness. Their gazes met, and he stilled above her. Was she telling herself the same lies he was telling himself right now?
This won’t hurt, not too much.
One more time and I’ll let this go forever.
“Is that what you really want, Mari?” he said, his lips brushing against hers. “A goodbye fuck?”
Her lips quivered. She turned her head away, but there was no escape this time.
“Is that what you want from me?” His gut clenched as these words came out of his mouth, but he couldn’t stop himself.
She bit her lip and nodded. Her hips moved, urging him, tempting him, and she wrapped her legs around him. It was too much to resist.
He swore as he entered her in one hard thrust. The exquisite satisfaction of being inside her filled him one last time. The soft moan of her voice urged him on.
As he began to move, phrases in Spanish flowed from him. How he would never get over her. How he wished he could give her more. How it would wreck him if he did.
She turned to him, her eyes wide, as if she actually understood. This time, she didn’t look away. Stroke after stroke, he looked into her eyes, reading her pleasure, taking in her want, her ache, her sadness and everything else he didn’t want to see. She was opening herself to him, laying herself bare for him. The need to hold on to her, to never let this end, was overwhelming.
But his cock was throbbing, and the other deep-seeded need, the need to come, was crashing through the gut-wrenching mess of desperate craving that brewed inside him. If she was going to break him, he was going down hard.
“Goddamn, Mari,” he bit out. “This is too much.”
Her hips tilted into his, pulling him deeper, and he teetered on the edge of ecstasy, his cock threatening to explode.
Fuck. Just a little longer. Just a little more.
He buried his face in her neck, breathing her in. Over and over she moved and sighed and whispered his name, “Oh, Simon,” until she cried out and shuddered and came.
“Yes, Simon,” she gasped, clenching, her nails digging into his skin.
He groaned and thrust and lost himself in the tight, hot pleasure until he couldn’t hold on. Shaking, he let himself go, coming deep inside her, holding her against him one last time.
