When I come up for another breath, tears are streaming down her cheeks. I stop moving and her gaze snaps to mine.
“Does it still hurt?” My brow dips in concern, that self-hatred growing deeper and darker.
She shakes her head and sniffs. “No.”
“Then what is it? I can stop.”
“No,” she says, her head shaking faster now. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I lower a touch and press soft kisses to her tears. The saltiness makes my mouth water. “Why are you crying?”
She blinks while my cock throbs impatiently inside her warmth.
“It’s…” She swallows. “It’s…beautiful. It’s so beautiful.”
I stare at her. I just tore her insides with no regard for anything but revenge, and she finds this beautiful?
An earthquake starts up behind the wall of my chest. I want to wrap my arms around her, feel the goosebumps spread beneath my fingertips, watch her toes curl when I make her come. She’s cracked something inside me wide open and the previous demonic anger is sliding through my fingers like molten wax.
Only minutes ago I wanted her to crumble beneath me as I relayed the pain she once caused, yet now I want to hold her together and have only bliss break her apart.
I lean down and kiss her again. “You’rebeautiful, Pfeiffer,” I whisper, and I mean every damn word. “You’resofucking beautiful.”
I hold her small, warm hands in my large ones and move smoothly into her, pulling out with a low hiss then rolling back in feeling every ridge of my cock glide along her tight walls. Knowing I can’t finger her clit, I stroke the flat of my pelvis overher folds as I move, stimulating that bundle of nerves with each deep thrust.
She moans through full lips and her eyes flutter shut. “Fiero?—”
My cock twitches when she breathes my name.
“You’re doing so good, Pfeiffer.”
I edge while I prepare for her release. I know it’s coming, I can feel it in the tightening of her warm pussy, her shortening breaths and fluttering lashes.
“Tell me to come inside you,” I whisper, softly.
“Yes—” she breathes, moving her mouth against mine. “Come inside me, Fiero.”
My mind empties of everything but the feel of her gripping me tightly, rocking her hips up to my pelvis as I stimulate her clit.
I hold on until her spine bends and her head tips back. Her mouth falls open and she almost screams. I’ve dreamed about this moment for most of my life. The moment when I fill Pfeiffer McAllister with so much of my come, it will be running out of her for days.
Her pussy squeezes my cock, trying to hold it in deep as she rides out her orgasm. When her head lifts, a wave of lust thunders into me, tilting my tailbone. I drive right up to her cervix, burying myself deep, just in time for my cock to thicken.
I come hard, crushing my mouth against hers. She releases me and runs her hands up the back of my neck, soaking her fingers in my sweat. She holds me to her lips and captures every moan as I come undone.
As the tremors soften and I come around to the feel of her tongue sliding across mine, my lips sweeping against hers, I’m stunned.
Sex has never felt like this for me.
Perhaps it’s because I always used a condom before and the fact I just came inside her has unleashed some kind of caveman-like urge to possess her, but I don’t want to pull out. I don’t want to part from her. I don’t want to let her out of my sight.
I’ve just had a taste of true ecstasy, and something deep inside my marrow tells me that no amount of craved revenge will ever,everrival that.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Pfeiffer
Twelve nights to go.
