I want to take it, in fact.
His pupils dilate, and in the depths of his metallic eyes, I see the monster surface. With a low, guttural growl, he surges deeper into me, and I cry out, arching, as he sets a savage rhythm.
He takes me violently, pounding into me without mercy, and my cries grow in volume as pain edges into pleasure, blanketing my mind with white noise, silencing the incessant buzzing of my thoughts. There’s no mental room for guilt or worry, no space for doubts and questions. There’s just this, just us, and as the tension inside me spirals, I scream out his name, cognizant of nothing but the agony and ecstasy splintering me apart.
He comes at nearly the same time, his powerful neck cording as he arches his head back, hips grinding into me. The pressure triggers a wave of aftershocks for me, and I cry out again, my inner muscles squeezing and contracting, feeling every hard inch inside me as he groans and floods me with his seed.
I might’ve zoned out after that, or closed my eyes, because the next thing I know, I’m being carried again, this time to my bathroom.
I blink, instinctively looping my arms around Peter’s neck as he steps into the tub and lowers me to my feet.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs, steadying me as I let go, and I nod, still too overwhelmed to speak.
“Good.”
He steps out of the tub and strips off the clothes he was still wearing. Greedily, I devour his nakedness, taking in the powerful lines of his tall, broad body as he steps back into the tub with me, draws the curtain closed, and turns on the faucet. Every chiseled muscle in his back flexes as he moves, his ass tight and round as he bends over to test the temperature of the water. His balls swing heavily between his legs, his big cock still semi-hard, and warmth creeps along my neck as I notice the gleaming slickness of our combined body fluids on his skin.
No condom again. For some reason, I’m not particularly horrified—or the least bit surprised. If Peter really intends to do this—to settle down with me here, where we can live a normal life—then children are not that insane of a notion. Given that he admitted to wanting me pregnant, I shouldn’t expect condoms at all going forward. We’re both clean, unless—
“Did you sleep with anyone?” I blurt out, horrified at the possibility that just popped into my mind. “When you were away, I mean?”
I’m shocked this didn’t occur to me before. Peter is a highly sexual male in his prime, with the kind of looks and lethal appeal that’s bound to cream panties. Case in point, my neighbors—both women in their mid-to-late twenties—giggling like eighth-graders. There’s no reason to assume he’s been faithful to me this whole time. Nine months of celibacy for someone like Peter is—
“What?” He pivots to face me, dark eyebrows pulled low over his eyes. “Are you serious?”
I shrug and try to sound casual, as if the mere of idea of him touching some other woman doesn’t make me want to vomit. “Nine months is a long time, and it’s not like we’re—”
“Like we’re what?” His voice is dangerously soft as he grips my arms. “Like we’re what, Sara?”
My mouth goes dry at the look in his metallic eyes. “You know…” I swallow thickly. “In a committed relationship.”
“Are you telling me you slept with someone else?” His fingers bite into my skin as a tiny muscle starts ticking in his temple. “Let some other—”
“No!” How can he even think this? “Of course I didn’t! Besides, I’m sure your spies would’ve told you. You said they couldn’t get that close, but they wouldn’t have missed that.”
His punishing grip on my arms eases slightly. “No, they probably wouldn’t have,” he agrees after a moment’s consideration. Releasing me, he turns around to twist the knob that directs the water from the faucet to the showerhead above.
I blink water out of my eyes and watch him adjust the spray so it hits lower. Then he faces me again, blocking most of the water with his back.
“I haven’t fucked anything other than my fist since I dropped you off,” he says evenly. “In fact, since we met, I haven’t so much as brushed against another woman in a crowd. You are it for me, ptichka—all I want, now and forever. Every night for the past nine months, I’d lie in bed, dick so hard it hurt, and think of you. Only you. You’re every wet dream of mine, every fantasy and daydream. I want to fuck you all the time, no matter where we are or what we’re doing. Even when we’re oceans apart, you are the only one I want—the only one I’ll ever want.”