To control the tempo, I thrust her arms above her head, and she gasps, her eyes heated, her lips parted with want.
Eyes not leaving her face, I start rocking my hips into her, slowly, purposefully, stirring her pleasure and making her moan.
“Move with me,” I coax, my strokes excruciatingly slow.
With a whimper, she relaxes, and I brush my fingers over her the delicate curve of her jaw and hold her chin as I kiss her, stroking my tongue into the velvety heat of her mouth. We begin to move with a new rhythm, one that is our own and could never be found with anyone else.
“That’s it,” I say, my voice barely a breath. “Slowly does it.”
One by one, her walls fall, and she gives in to what is unfolding between us. It’s aphrodisiacal and intoxicatingly intimate. We barely move. It’s a slow union of our bodies, but it’s so much more than that. We are woven together, our bodies telling each other more than we ever could with words. Every touch, every move, every lick, and breath is slow and purposeful.
I pause to look down on her lovely face. My cock begs me to move, but I don’t, and the anticipation feeds the arousal in both of us. “I’m never going to hurt you, Lily. Open up to me.”
Tears run down her cheeks and are caught up in our kiss. I taste their saltiness on my lips as I kiss her through her pain.
“Tell me how I can help you.” My words brush against her lips. “Tell me how to take these tears away.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleads. “Make me come.”
She cries out when I begin moving again, and I drink in her moans. My body strains to contain my release because she needs this. I kiss her softly, trying to erase her memories and to show her that no matter what has happened, she can trust me.
I know she’s going to come because her breath hitches in her throat, and her pussy pulses frantically around my cock as she moves slowly beneath the weight of my body.
“You can trust me.” My tongue slides into her mouth again, then I pull back and say, “I love you.”
Moving slightly, I detonate her orgasm, and she unravels beneath me.
With a gasp, her thighs snap tight around my hips, and her toes curl into the sheets. Her pussy clenches wildly as she begins to succumb to the sweet release. I have to fight the urge to come because it feels more amazing than anything I’ve ever experienced. I clench my teeth, grinding deeper into her while listening to her cries of pleasure spilling over us both.
Pulling me down by the neck, her lips brush the shell of my ear. “Come inside me.”
Those words are all it takes to throw me over the edge, and when I come, it’s like I’m catapulted into outer space. One minute I’m in the room, the next I’m flying through a galaxy of bright stars and vibrant nebulas as I come harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life.
I grip the bedsheet blindly and breathlessly rip out her name, the euphoria almost too much as my cock shudders uncontrollably with its powerful release.
With every ounce of energy drained from me, every electrical charge in my brain fired and used up, I collapse against her. I swallow hard and bury my face in the warmth of her skin and sink further into the warm afterglow that is all Lily. Her arms come around me, and the minutes pass slowly and in silence.
When I can lift my head again, I push up on my arms and smile down at her.
“You said you love me,” she says, looking up at me from the pillows.
As I look into her eyes, I see my future flash before my eyes. “Because I do,” I say, planting a kiss on the tip of her nose.
Her smile fades. “I love you too.”
“You do?”
“Don’t you see?” She reaches up and holds my face between her hands. “That’s why I pushed you out the door of the UFO Hotel.”
LILY
Winter turned into spring, but not even the warm sunshine on my face or the sweet scent of flowers in the air could pull me from my bleak existence.
By day, I tended to the medical needs of the small community Max had gathered under his reign—a camp of almost three hundred people, all living under his spell in the antiquated cabins and shacks deep in the mountainside.
By night, I was Otto’s mistress. Because true to his word, Max gave me to his right-hand man like I was a fucking possession, and it was exactly how Otto treated me.
Nights were the worst when Otto would climb into bed and pump into me until he got his fill.
The worst part was when he tried to make love to me. To touch me intimately as if I was suddenly going to start enjoying the violation of his hands on my body. But he got nothing from me. I laid still, closed my eyes, and imagined all the different ways I was going to take his life.