My other hand was occupied driving my thumb over and over the little button of her sex and the hardened little hood, and she bucked against my hand, whimpering and moaning.
Elizabeth
Every time he pushed in slow, every nerve ending cried out for more, every time he drew out all I wanted was him back inside me. Each millimeter slid into me, forcing me wide open with the girth of his cock brought pleasure I’d never known before.
The initial pain had been worse than I’d thought it would be, but it became a distant, clouded memory once he started thrusting hard enough for me to feel him bottom out. I saw sparks. All the colours in the room brightened and everything went dark when he punched against that point inside me and every ounce of strength left in me vanished in an instant.
I couldn’t do anything other than beg.
“Maxim – oh, God, more. Please.”
My whole body needed him in a way I hadn’t thought possible, but instinct had my hips shifting back, rocking onto him all over again any time he tried to draw out. I couldn’t have it. He needed to be deep inside me. Every shift he made had me struggling for breath, gasping and moaning, and God, why had nobody said it would be like this?
He let out another growl when I followed his hips back again and his hand closed bruisingly around my hip. All of a sudden, his full weight was on me and I let him press me down against the bed.
His hand left my breasts, nipples achingly hard and missing the attention, and he pulled me down, hands pinning me firmly.
I glanced back, watching the way the muscles of his chest bunched and tightened, holding himself up as he drove in slow, forcing my legs to spread wider.
“Oh God, I can feel every inch of you.”
Maxim growled. “It’s all yours, babe.”
Each thrust bottomed out inside me, punching hard against my flesh, making me see stars. Everything went hazy and vague and it was a struggle to remember anything at all other than what his gorgeous cock was doing to me with every hard, fast thrust.
I could hear myself making animal sounds and every one made Maxim thrust in harder until he was huffing like a bull. His chest was sweaty against my back and I couldn’t tell whether it was coming from him or me. I didn’t care.
“I’m going to-”
Maxim shifted urgently, his fingers dancing with a lack of coordination over my clit, hard enough to make me arch against him and hiss and swear. And then I felt him shudder, and the sudden, hard release of his balls flooding me with all his held back sperm drove me over the edge. I came even harder than I ever had before, gasping and shaking and clenching around him tightly, milking him of everything he had for me.
CHAPTER 19
Maxim
I woke up the way I always do, around three in the morning. I rolled over to glance at the alarm clock, and propped my head on my arm to watch Elizabeth, curled there next to me in the dark. Seeing her chest rise and fall slowly calmed some of the antsiness inside me.
I hadn’t slept through the night in years. Here especially, I was always on alert. The slightest sound brought me out of sleep in an instant. I couldn’t have said whether it was a hangup from my childhood in Russia, my time on deployment, or just a keen awareness of the debts I had stacked against me, and all the people out across the world who would have cause to settle them with my life if they found out who’d been carrying out Timoshenko’s orders for years.
I should have regretted bringing Elizabeth into this, but selfishly, I didn’t. She belonged with me more than I could say.
It was the quiet of the place that got me, I knew that well enough. It was why I liked my cramped apartment by the rail tracks. The noise there only dulled completely for a few hours during the night. Trains shunted this way and that, moved to and from the sidings and the chug and hiss of engines pushing carriages and the spark and clattered clack of the wheels on the tracks moving slowly was as soothing to me as rainforest noises and birdsong. It meant I didn’t flinch at every creak of the water pipes thinking it was a footstep on the landing, or someone scrabbling with the lock.
With Elizabeth here, I was on hyper alert. She already had far too many bruises on her perfect body and I wasn’t going to let anyone lay a hand on her ever again.
Just because Sutherland was out of the picture, it didn’t mean we were free. Until the book was cancelled, it would be assumed that there were other people who had the same information, other people who could tie the same names to the Russian President and call his dealings into question.