Page 64 of Set In Stone

“If you say so,” I said disbelievingly. If there was something going on between the two of them, they were both being very tight lipped about it. “I’ll talk to Krystina, but I’m sure Friday will be fine. I’ll give you a buzz later in the week and we can work out thedetails.”

“Sounds good.Ciao!”

After I ended the call, I texted Krystina to let her know I was headedhome.

Today

8:49 PM, Me: On myway.

8:50 PM, Krystina: Are youhungry?

8:51 PM, Me: Only for you,angel.

She didn’t respond, but I could imagine the smirk on her face after reading my reply. She would probably say that sex was always on my brain. It was, but I couldn’t help it with her. It was just so goddamned good. However, sex was far from my mind at that moment. Mental exhaustion was hitting me hard. The chill I felt at Justine’s had slowly crawled back into my bones after I ended the call with Matteo. Now, I just wanted to get home to Krystina. I needed her warm body wrapped around mine more than everbefore.

Once I reached my building, the elevator’s ascent to the penthouse seemed to take impossibly long. When the doors finally opened, I hurried inside, eager to wrap my arms around the woman I loved. To feel her. I called out to her but she didn’t answer. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie as I made my way to the kitchen. That’s where I foundher.

She was in front of the long marble counter, her back facing me, as she prepared a light dinner for us. I could see the outline of her iPod in the back pocket of her snug jeans. Earbuds were in her ears and her hips slowly swayed to music I couldn’t hear. Sandwich and salad fixings were spread over the counter, but I wasn’t even hungry forit.

Damn, I could watch her forhours.

She had such a tiny waist, but it was followed by curves that made me hard enough to drive nails. The gentle side to side movement of her hips made me want to fuck her and the independent questioning mind of hers that challenged every dominant instinct Ipossessed.

My earlier thoughts about not wanting sex quickly dissipated as I came up behind her and encircled her into myarms.

“Oh!” she gasped. She plucked the buds from her ears and draped the cord around her neck. “You scared me. I didn’t even hear you comein.”

She turned in my arms to look up at me. I leaned in, buried my face in her neck, and breatheddeep.

“I could have watched your sexy hips move for hours. What were you listening to?” Iasked.

“Rise Against,” she toldme.

I pulled away, took one of the earbuds, and placed it in my ear. “Roadside” was playing, a male and female duet about separating lies from truths. How much the song seemed to mirror my own life wasironic.

I silently watched Krystina as I listened to the song for another few moments. I thought about how she always related everything to music. In a way, she had passed her love for music on to me, as I found myself choosing music to fit my mood more than I ever hadbefore.

“Interesting song choice,” I quietly observed. I returned the ear pierce to her and sheshrugged.

“It’s a good tune,” she dismissed. “I madesandwiches.”

She was changing the subject, but I didn’t mind. Instead, I leaned into her oncemore.

“I don’t want sandwiches. I want you,” I groaned into herear.

“So why don’t you have me?” she suggested. My cock instantly wentrigid.

She reached up and laced her fingers through my hair, sliding through and tugging slightly. Her fingers on my scalp never felt so good. I pulled her closer, until my erection was pressed against her firmstomach.

I expected her to ask about Justine, but she didn’t. Instead, she just melted into me and held me tight. I closed my eyes at her touch, moved and aroused by her display of understanding and affection. It made me want her all the more. And now. The food could wait. I needed her long legs wrapped around my waist. My dick was now throbbing, aching. I wanted to take her to bed and press her roughly to the mattress. So that’s what Idid.

I lifted her and carried her to the bedroom. We shed our clothing without saying a word. We didn’t have to. She knew what I needed. I crawled over her body and widened her legs, dominating her and taking what I wanted. She gave willingly as I shoved into her hard. I fucked all the pain, betrayal, and anger out of my body. I used her to feel good, and she letme.

The pain I felt while at Justine’s apartment was replaced by pleasure. The betrayal was replaced by affection. My anger dissipated into passion as I rocked into her. Like the song, I was separating the lies from the truth. And Krystina was my truth. My onlytruth.

I pushed my mind into a freefall of orgasmic oblivion so that I could no longer think. When Krystina’s nails bit into my biceps, I felt the only thing I could feel when I was with her. I feltalive.

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