Page 174 of Lethal Abduction

My cock is so hard it’s pounding between my legs, desperate for the oblivion of being inside her.

“I want you in my mouth.Oh,”she gasps as my finger strokes her again.

“No.” I trace the outside of her lips with my tongue, and she shivers. “I don’t want your mouth, Abby.” I stroke my tongue over her navel, then move slowly upward, taking her nipple so she cries out helplessly, her whole body lost in writhing sensation.

I slide my finger gently from her and she moans, spreading her legs wide in a silent plea. I move upward, the head of my cock poised just beyond her slick opening, andput my mouth to her ear. “I want my cock inside you,” I murmur. I nudge the head just inside her and almost fucking lose it completely.

“Oh,” she gasps, clutching at my shoulders.

“I want to fuck you until you forget your own name, Skip.” I slip another inch inside, gritting my teeth to maintain control, and arch my hips upward, touching the secret place inside her.

Abby screams, loud enough to shake the whole fucking yacht.

I smile darkly as the ripples inside her turn into slow, pulsing waves and slip a pillow beneath her hips.

“Oh.” Her head turns first one way, then the other, her lips parted. “Oh, fuck, Dimitry. I want you inside me properly.”

“Hmm.” I stroke the head of my cock against the soft mound inside her. Watching her helplessly lost in sensation is the sweetest fucking torture I can ever imagine. “Tell me what you want, Skip,” I murmur, rocking slowly as her moans turn into rhythmic cries. “Tell me.”

Her eyes open slightly, glazed and lost. “I want your cock.” She moans, linking her hands behind my neck, and then she opens her eyes slightly wider, her mouth curving in a slow, sexy smile. “And I want you to fuck me, Dimitry. I want you to fuck mehard.”

Oh, Christ.

No goddamn chance I’m holding on after that.

I raise her leg and surge into her to the hilt.

“Oh,fuck.”Her eyes roll back, her legs wrapping around me, her hands sliding down my back, pulling me inside her hot, sleek depths.

“Yes,” she cries softly against my ear. “Oh God, Dimitry.Yes.”

Fuck.Her velvet sheath closes around me, and I almost lose my fucking mind.

She rises to meet me, and suddenly I don’t want to hold back anymore, no matter how much fucking time we’ve got.

“God, Abby.” I plunge into her, hard, and then she’s pressed against me, twined about me, crying out with the soft gasps that drive me insane. I drive into her until there is nothing but the insanely intense rise coming through my whole body, the dark savagery that I’ve only ever been able to find inside her.

I feel it coming from a distance. Abby screams again, her walls clench fiercely around me, and I roar as climax hits, exploding the darkness inside me into a thousand shards of brilliant light.

For an endless moment I stay there, amid the blinding light hitting every cell of my body, driving away the past and the future and everything in between.

There is just Abby and me, in the place we’ve always found together, one that belongs to neither what has been or will be, but simply to the rich, timeless soul we share.

42

Abby

London, England

Six months later

“Are you sure Dad is going to be alright, alone with Dimitry all day?”

Mum rolls her eyes. “Your father could find a pub in the middle of the desert, darling. And your Dimitry seems to have no difficulty matching him pint for pint. I’m sure they’re fine.”

She frowns, rearranging my gown for the fiftieth time in the hour that we’ve been in the dress fitting. “I like the way it falls here, Madeleine,” she says imperiously to the dressmaker. “Can we do that on the other side, too?”

Madeleine gives her a rather fixed smile. “I’m sure we can do something like that, Mrs. Chalmers. How about this?”

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