He nods. “If I don’t slide into your heat, I just might die, birdie.”
I smile. “Well, we don’t want that, now do we?
Spreading my legs, I encourage him to position himself at my opening. He runs a finger through my folds.
“You’re dripping wet.”
“It’s because I want you so much, Maurice.”
“I’ll try to be gentle,” he warns. “But I can’t promise anything.”
“I just want you, baby.”
He enters me in a thrust that leaves both of us making sounds of pleasure.
“So, so good,” he moans.
We rock against each other as we climb higher and higher.
“Not going to last long,” he chants.
I’m not either. Not when I see the wild look in his blue eyes that hurdles me toward my orgasm. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I buck against him until he meets my frantic thrusts. My body is on fire, but it’s nothing compared to what I feel when his mouth crashes over mine. My stomach tightens and I gasp against his lips as my entire world goes white with the rush of my release.
“Maurice! Oh, yes,” I cry.
His cock jerks inside of me as he comes, too, and we grind against each other in an animalistic heat as I come again. Tears leak from my eyes, and I feel so freaking weak, but he continues to thrust, as if he’s scared he’ll never feel that kind of pleasure again. My third orgasm leaves my throat burning from all the screaming I’m doing.
Maurice pulls out of me, rubbing my clit. “Come for me, birdie. Show me how alive I make you feel.”
Somehow, he drags a fourth orgasm out of me. I cry, biting his shoulder as I ride wave after wave of pleasure. I think I must pass out, because the next time I come to, he’s holding me.
“Did I hurt you, birdie?”
I stretch next to him. “God, no. That was perfect, Maurice.” I kiss his hand. “I never thought I could be this happy.”
“Me, too.” He smiles, looking up at the ceiling. “Birdie, you made my heart sing tonight.”
“You made mine sing, too. I know it’s probably too soon to say this, but I love you.”
His eyes widen as he looks at me. “Birdie…”
“You don’t have to say it back. Just know that I do love you as much as I love Henri and Luca.” I snuggle against him. “When they get back, I want to tell them, too.”
“I’d like that.”
We settle into a comfortable silence, half dozing in post-coital bliss. Just when I’m about to suggest another round of love making, there’s a loud crash from downstairs. Maurice bolts from the bed, reaching for his clothes. I do the same, my heart pounding wildly.
“Is it Luca? Have they returned?”
He shakes his head. “It’s not them. Come on. We need to get to the first floor, to the safe room.”
Taking me by the hand, he leads me to the hallway, where he presses a panel on the wall. It swings open, revealing a hidden stairway.
“Down we go. Be careful, birdie.”
I follow him, fear coursing through me. We reach the bottom of the stairs and Maurice opens a small peephole. When he’s sure the coast is clear, he opens the door. We’re in Luca’s study. I haven’t been in this room since the first day that I was brought here. Being here feels like a bad omen.
“Maurice…”