Page 94 of Double Apex

“I’m sorry,” I whisper into her hair, stroking her back.

“We can’t take it with us, Cosmin—it has to stay here. And we can’t keep flirting with danger, finding excuses to be alone.”

She pulls back and clasps my face.

“And yes, I shouldn’t kiss you, becauseI fucking want to. When we’re like this I’d wreck everything for you. And that’s exactly what terrifies me. Don’t you understand?”

“Yes. Forgive me.”

She watches my eyes intently for a long minute, then begins to move on my cock.

I touch her again at our juncture, asking, “Tell me what you want. Your desire, your command. Anything, everything.”

Her eyes flutter closed again. “It’s too good,” she breathes. “Why do you have to feel this good?” She presses closeand slides her nipples up and down my chest as she thrusts against me.

“We’re this good together. It’s us—it’s always been us…”

She tucks her forehead into my shoulder, and I know she’s afraid to look at me. Her body is curved like a bow as she moves faster, panting. Her thighs tremor and her frantic thrusting slows into near stillness as I feel the tide of orgasm crash through her, milking me hard with spasms as she gasps out, “Fuckfuckfucknoooo…”

To my shock, she slides her cheek along mine and positions her lips to kiss me hard—I feel the moaning tail end of her words in my mouth. I open my lips with a joy and sorrow that bewilders me as her tongue searches for my own.

Her hips rock back and forth, and I’m not sure if it’s another climax or a lingering continuation of the first, but a fresh cry—louder—vibrates between our mouths, and she sucks my lower lip with a groan as the final shudder rattles through her.

For a minute she catches her breath, face buried against my neck, and I graze a hand up and down her back. When she finally looks at me, her eyes are full of tears and her teeth are clenched as if she’s cold.

“Cos,” she begins, shaking her head as if in apology.

I cradle her face and kiss her. “Sweet one.”

Her look is panic. “I can’t stay. I have to go home.I’m going home, Cosmin. If I don’t, this’ll keep happening, and itcan’t.”

“No.”

“I’ll fly back to Charlotte tomorrow. Klaus is right—”

“No!”

I flip her onto her back on the seat and re-enter her roughly. For a moment I’m terrified I’ve crossed a line, but her legs wrap around my waist and she claws at me, squeezing her eyes shut with a groaning “Yes, more…”

I fuck her hard, bracing both hands on her head to protect her as my angry grunts punctuate each thump of her pounding against the door. She gasps and cries out with every brutal thrust, writhing against me. Her legs open, one pressing the back of the front seats as she splays herself greedily, raking my ass to pull me in deeper.

Her little tits jostle between us, and I’m barely human, lost in something almost like animal bloodlust, nailing her in place with my cock. My jeans, halfway down, bite into my thighs.

The litany of things I babble in Romanian is so filthy that I hope she never learns such words. I’m owning her completely with my body as my voice tightens a net of rage and desire around her so she’ll never escape.

With a desperate roar I spill into her, slamming deep and docking there, grinding her into submission. My fists are in her hair, and I crush a kiss to her mouth.

“You’re not leaving—do you hear me? We earned each other, for good or ill.”

Tears are sliding back along her temples, and she nods, eyes wide. I press light kisses to the salty tracks and lick her grief from my lips.

“I’m yours, draga mea. Ruin me if you must, butnever leave.”

She chokes out a sob, covering her face.

“No tears, my love.” I gather her in my arms and twist so she’s lying on top of me, where she goes limp, melting into my every contour so our bodies are seamless. I breathe in our combined scent.

The next morning, I discover she’s checked out of the hotel and flown home.

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