Page 40 of One Night Only

“I’ll fuck your brains out,” he says, sweat beading his forehead. “It has been so long for me, Ani. So long since I’vemade love to a woman like this, since I’ve wanted to own everything about a woman. If ever.” His eyes make promises that defy the world itself, and I want to believe it all so badly. “And all this while, you’ve been here in the same world, walking around, made to be ruined by me. Now that I have found you…”

I bounce up and down on his cock, my breasts heaving. It’s deep and fast like this. But it’s the visceral emotion in his words that pushes me over the edge.

The moment I explode, Dr. Cross rolls me onto my back and then he’s pounding into me, just as he promised. Still reeling from my orgasm, my eyes are unfocused and he’s only a blurry shape, made of warm limbs and hard muscles.

I suck in a sharp breath as he pushes my knee into my chest and hits at a deeper angle. The sounds our bodies make together are filthy.

“Eyes on me, Annika. See who’s doing this to you.”

I throw my hands over my head on the bed, like I’m drawing a snow angel. When I focus on him—hair clinging to his sweaty temples, nostrils flaring, breaths straining and those pale gray orbs nearly swallowed by the black—my pussy, battered and sensitive as it already is, pulses with fresh need. More arousal seeps out of me, drenching him.

“Ethan,” I whine, reaching for his clenched shoulders.

“My greedy baby girl wants to come again, yeah?” His knowing smirk is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen, and I hold it close to my heart.

I nod.

“Touch yourself. Because I can’t stop pounding into you, Ani. Get yourself there with me.”

Biting my lower lip, I sneak my hand between our bodies. But instead of staying at my clit, I go lower, touching the root of him as he slams into me, over and over.

Dr. Cross grunts and quickens his speed, if that’s possible. “I can’t wait for you, sweetheart. Stop playing and meet me, fast.”

“Can’t help it,” I say, grinning like a delirious fool. “I’m a slut for you, Dr. Cross.”

He grins and finds my mouth. “Yeah, is this cunt all needy for me?”

“Only for you,” I say, scraping my nails over his hard abdomen.

“You want to hear what I want?”

“Yes, please.”

“I want your pussy all swollen and red in the morning, Ani. All used up by me, by our endless orgasms, sweetheart.”

The possessive glint in his eyes is my undoing. “I want that too.”

“Then rub yourself hard. Come with me.” He swivels his hips in tune with his words and hits that spot that makes my eyes roll back. “And if you’re a good girl now, I’ll fuck you again in the shower.”

The promise of another round before this one’s over is all it takes to drag me to the edge again. I rub my clit with the heel of my palm roughly and my orgasm thrashes me around like the storm did to the trees.

“Oh, I can feel you milking me now, Ani, for every drop I give you.”

I wrap my leg around his back, squeezing closer. “All of you, Ethan. Mine. It’s all mine,” I whisper the words into his damp neck.

With a few rough thrusts that pin my hips down brutally into the bed, Dr. Cross comes with a hoarse cry.

The weight of his body as he falls on me for just a second is crushing. I feel like there will never be enough air for me again because he’s stealing it right out of me. He has been doing it from the moment our eyes met.

He always will.

And I know, with a blinding flash of clarity, that it’s too late.

I’ve already fallen in love with Dr. Cross. Too deep and too fast and with my full soul, as only I could. Tears roll down my temple.

He lifts his head from between my breasts and kisses the corner of one eye. “No, Ani. No more tears. I can’t bear it.”

On and on, he presses kisses to my cheeks, my brow, my closed eyes. Whispering what a good girl I am for coming like that for him, how he’ll drown me in so much pleasure that I won’t remember my own name.

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