“Fuck, that’s hot,” she breathed. I moved in and out of her again. Slowly. Her hips bucked hungrily, her legs wrapped around me, urging me on. “I need more of you… please.”
It was a sweet torture to deny her and myself the hard fuck, although I had no doubt we’d end up there.
With one last thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in her cunt, groaning at how good she felt.
She moaned into my mouth as I picked up the pace, her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips matched my every thrust.
“Don’t stop,” she panted, her breath ghosting against my lips. “Kian… Oh…yes!”
I continued to drive harder, faster.
She threw her head back, arching her body into mine as she screamed, her nails digging into my neck. Blissful pleasure marred her expression as she shuddered against me from her orgasm. Her pussy tightened around my cock, squeezing so fucking hard, and I pumped a few more times before spilling inside her.
I captured her lips in a frenzy, kissing her with all I had.
“That was… wow,” Sophie croaked. “Just wow.”
“Give me a couple of minutes and we can beat this one,” I said,falling next to her on the bed. I hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her body on top of mine.
“Can’t wait for the encore,” she teased, her voice breathy. “If you use Viagra, we can speed that up.”
“Ohhh, you’re going to pay for that.”
She chuckled. “I’m counting on it.”
I pushed her wild hair away from her face, my heart humming with content. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”
“Considering I saw that model-material woman you were entertaining at yourprivatebeach, I doubt that,” she protested lightly.
“Don’t doubt it.” My lips pressed against her forehead. “Because it’s the truth.”
And then I showed her exactly how beautiful she was as I fucked her in front of the mirror and made her scream my name. Without Viagra.
Chapter 34
Sophie
From the moment I stepped into Albania, I’d felt safe, and now, I was starting to feel too much at home. It was a hard thing to explain, but the longer I stayed, the harder it was to imagine going back to life in the States.
Here, I felt part of its people, culture, and life despite the fact that I couldn’t utter a single word in the language.
And then there was the fact that, despite how much I loved my job here, I was eager to get back to my own patients and staff at the hospital. In DC, I’d go home to shower and rest, only to run back to work.
I was freaking living and thriving here, and it began to worry me what would happen once I returned to my old life. And if I really let myself admit it… well, I preferred my life here.
“Talk about a one-eighty,” I muttered under my breath, thrown off-kilter by the direction of my thoughts.
I shifted gears in the black Jeep I’d been using to get to and from work, and a loud noise filled the air. I had to look over my shoulder to ensure I hadn’t lost my transmission.
I really had to talk to Kian about his selection of vehicles with stick shifts. Who in their right mind preferred them?
The gates of his villa came into view and I reached for the fob toopen them, praying they’d open in time so I didn’t have to drop gears before coming to a stop.
“Yesss,” I announced victoriously when I made it through with ease. “It’s a great day to be alive.”
I parked and exited the car, practically skipping up the entrance steps. I would regularly admire the movie-like backdrop of the cliffs, the sea, and islands stretching behind the villa. Instead, I made my way inside with the energy of a woman who hadn’t seen her man in months, as opposed to a few short hours ago.
I passed the living room with its tan leather furniture and high ceilings, my shoes clacking on the polished marble floors.
