“Don’t stop.” I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs locked around his hips, pulling him deeper. “I don’t care either.”
He kisses me again, hard and rough and deep, his fingers tangling in strands of my hair as he pushes those last inches inside of me, filling me up, every part of me connected to him. He holds himself there for a moment, shuddering, his lips still brushing against mine, and then I feel him reach for my hands, his fingers lacing between mine.
Slowly, Max stretches my hands up over my head, fingers interlaced as he starts to thrust. He stays like that, his forehead pressed to mine, his hands linked with mine, his lips touching mine as he fucks me slow and deep, and I can feel the restraint that it takes for him to do that, to slide into me with those long slow strokes that leave me shuddering with pleasure.
“I already came twice,” I whisper against his mouth. “You don’t have to go slow–”
“I want to make it last,” Max murmurs back, the words vibrating softly against my lips. “If I fuck you hard, I’ll come in seconds. You feel too fucking good–and besides, I want to fill you up while you come on my cock. I’ll wait if it means I can have that.”
He kisses me again, slow and deep, matching the strokes of his hard, thick cock inside of me. “Can I do that?” he asks, his voice a low rasp. “Can I fill you up with my cum, Sasha, while you squeeze my cock for me?”
My entire body shuddered at the filthy words, all the more erotic coming from Max–myMax, once a priest, and now all mine.
If I stole him away, I’ll never be sorry for it.
“Yes,” I whisper, knowing what he’s asking, the gravity behind it. We’d tried, with varying degrees of success, to keep him from coming inside of me after that first time. We weren’t supposed to be together at all, let alone making ababytogether. Out of everything Max has said and done tonight to show me that he wants to start again, that he wants to do things differently this time, that makes it sink in that he’s telling the truth.
I’m not sure if I want to be pregnant–but if it’s with Max’s baby, I can’t imagine being anything other than overjoyed.
And I know I want nothing more than to feel him come inside of me.
“Please,” I whisper, pulling him deeper as I meet him thrust for thrust, arching against him as the pleasure ripples over me. He thrusts harder, deeper, his pelvis grinding into my clit with every impact of his body into mine. I clench around him tighter, wanting to keep him inside of me, enjoying the blissful friction of his cock dragging backward as I try to hold him there. His hands are still clenched around mine, the lounge rocking beneath us as we find each other’s rhythm, and I’ve forgotten all about the fact that we’re out in the open, that someone could walk out here to clean up after dinner and find us, that there’s anything in the world beyond the two of us right now.
“Come for me, then,” he murmurs against my lips, grinding his cock deeper into me on the last thrust. “Come on my cock, Sasha, and I’ll give you my cum–”
Hovering on the edge, my every nerve trembling, that sends me toppling over. My scream of pleasure is swallowed up in his kiss again, our hands gripping each other tightly as I feel him let go in the exact moment. I tighten around him, my orgasm rippling down the length of his cock as I feel him buck and thrust into me, the sudden hot flood of his cum filling me as his groan of pleasure is lost in our kiss, too. We arch against each other, every inch of our bodies touching. I can feel Max shuddering as his cock spasms inside of me, hot cum flooding me until I can feel it between us, sticky on my thighs.
We stay frozen like that for a long moment, trembling with the aftershocks of our joined release, unable to move. Max’s lips are still brushing against mine, foreheads and noses touching. “I love you,” he whispers shakily, swallowing hard, his cock still buried inside of me. “I love you so fucking much, Sasha. I–”
“I love you too,” I whisper back, rubbing my nose against his, lips touching as I whisper it into our near-kiss. “I love you forever, Max. No matter what.”
“No matter what,” he echoes.
And just like that, I can feel the hurt of the past starting to slip away and the beginning of a new future.
23
MAX
Somehow, the two of us manage to come untangled long enough to fix our clothes in some semblance of order and slip into the villa. We almost immediately run into the staff, who are hanging around the kitchen with the sort of knowing looks that tells me they knewexactlywhat was happening and opted to leave us alone.
“They know, don’t they?” Sasha whispers as we’re shown down the hall to our bedroom, and I laugh.
“They absolutely do,” I assure her. “But if it makes you feel any better, from what I know of Adrian, that’s definitely not the first time someone has fucked out on that patio. Probably several someones, at once.”
Sasha flushes red at that, but I can hear her giggling under her breath. The moment we’re inside of our room with the door closed behind us, I pull her into my arms, kissing her deeply as she leans against me.
I’d meant everything I said to her on the plane, everything I said to her tonight. As far as I’m concerned, the man I was before died that night on the ballroom floor of the estate. I’d come very close toactuallydying, and it showed me something more important than any lesson I’ve learned before in my life.
When I lay dying on that floor, my past didn’t come to hold me, or comfort me, or try to tether me here. It was Sasha who ran to me, Sasha who held me, Sasha who begged me to stay, and I’d very nearly thrown all that away. Until tonight, I hadn’t known for sure that Ihadn’t. I’d prepared myself for the possibility that she might not want to try again, that after everything I’d done, every time I’d pushed her away for what I thought was her own good, she wouldn’t trust me with her heart and her body any longer.
But miraculously, she had. And as I lean back against the door in our borrowed room, holding her to me, it’s hard to believe.
She’s here, alive, and so am I. She wants me as much as I want her. And I’m determined not to squander it this time.
“I love you,” she whispers against my mouth, her hands against my chest. She’s said it half a dozen times between the patio and now, and so have I. Once said without hesitation or torment, it feels impossible not tokeepsaying it, to repeat it over and over to make up for all the times that we should have said it to each other and didn’t.
“I don’t want to go to sleep.” Sasha’s lips brush over mine, her tongue tracing the edge of my lip. “I just want to keep doing this.”