"I'm yours." The words come out broken. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm?—"
The orgasm hits me like a wave, crashing over me with devastating force. I cry out, my body convulsing, my hands scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders.
He doesn't stop or slow down. "Good girl," he almost purrs. "God, you feel so fucking good coming on my fingers. Now you're going to come on my cock."
He pulls his hand away and lifts me.
My legs wrap around his waist automatically. My back is still against the wall, his body pinning me there, and I can feel him hard and ready against me. "I need to be inside you," he mutters, his voice rough. "Tell me you want this."
"Yes." I'm already reaching between us, fumbling with his belt. "Yes, please, I need?—"
He helps me, one hand supporting my weight while the other works his pants open. Then he's there, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and we both freeze.
"Liesl." My name is a question, and I can only formulate one answer.
"Yes," I whisper. "Please. I need you."
He pushes inside in one smooth thrust, and I feel every inch, every piercing. "Take it," he breathes as he bottoms out inside of me. "Just breathe, Liesl. I know you can take it. You take my cock so fucking well."
I moan as he talks me through it, my body adjusting to the sudden stretch of him, which is always difficult no matter how wet or ready I am. The pressure, the fullness, the alien feeling of the piercings which nothing and no one will ever be able to replicate. I tighten around him automatically, and he groans in a ragged sound.
"Fuck." His forehead drops to mine. "You feel so good."
"Move." I dig my heels into his back. "Please move."
He does. Slow at first, letting me adjust, then faster. Harder. Each thrust drives me back against the wall, and I cling to him, lost in the sensation of being filled, being claimed, being his. His mouth finds mine again, swallowing my moans, and I kiss him back with everything I have—all the loneliness, all the fear, all the desperate need for connection pouring into this moment.
"I've got you," he murmurs against my lips. "I've got you."
And for the first time in five days, I believe it.
20
ANDREI
She's tight around me. So fucking tight I can barely think.
I thrust into her again, feeling every inch of her grip me, shifting the piercings beneath my skin and sending pleasure shooting through me. Her legs are wrapped around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders. The pain grounds me, keeps me from losing myself completely in the sensation of being inside her.
Her head is thrown back against the wall, exposing the long line of her throat. I want to bite it. Want to mark her there where everyone can see. I want to leave evidence of this—of us—on her skin.
"Andrei—" My name breaks on her lips, and the sound goes straight through me. She makes a sound that's half sob, half moan, and her pussy clenches around me so tight I see stars. I'm not going to last. Not with her like this, not with the way she's looking at me.
I've fucked a lot of women. More than I can count—more than I should probably admit. But none of them felt like this. None of them made me feel like I was coming apart at the seams,like I was losing pieces of myself inside them that I'd never get back.
None of them wereher.
"Look at me," I command, my voice rough. Her eyes open, and they're glazed with pleasure, wet with tears, and so fucking beautiful I can barely stand it.
"You feel me?" I thrust harder, and she cries out. "You feel what you do to me?"
"Yes." The word is barely a whisper.
"This is what you do to me, Liesl. This." Another thrust, deeper, and I feel one of my piercings drag against something inside her that makes her whole body convulse. "You make me lose control. You make me want things I shouldn't want. You make me—fuck?—"
I can't finish the sentence because she's coming again, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise, her nails raking down my back through my shirt and her mouth open in a silent scream. The sensation is too much. I thrust into her twice more, three times, and then I'm coming too, emptying myself inside her with a groan that sounds like it's being torn from my chest.
For a moment, we just stay like that—her back against the wall and my hips pinning her there, both of us breathing like we've run a marathon. I can feel my release inside her, warm and wet, mixing with hers.
