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“Alex! she screamed out. Her body writhed with pleasure, her climax vibrating around my cock. But I didn’t stop. I wanted more—to take and give all I could.
She was like a goddess with her head thrown back in passion—her opulent chestnut curls a wild mane around her head, and her lush breasts bouncing as I thrust into her. I gave her bottom a light smack.
“Yes! she screamed out. Again!”
Holy fuck. This woman.
“You it rough. You need to be dominated. You crave it.”
I smacked her again, this time harder than the last. I pounded into her, spanking her repeatedly until her ass was bright red and my palm stung. Krystina clawed at the sheets, rocking and moaning as I possessed her. She was wild with need, and I knew she’d take anything I had to offer.
Without breaking our connection, I reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a butt plug and bottle of lube. Krystina watched me, her eyes wide with trepidation. However, we’d been here before, and she trusted me. The ultimate pleasure was only a breath away as long as she relaxed her body enough to accept it.
And that she did.
With ample lube, the plug slid in with minimal resistance until all I could see was the jeweled end. Once it was in place, her pussy clenched impossibly tighter around my cock.
“Fuuuuck,” I moaned.
Then I began to move again. I pounded into her with a savagery like never before—dominating her. Owning her. She was mine, and I was hers.
For all of eternity.
I took us higher and higher until I felt her stiffen. Reaching under her, I pinched her clit just hard enough to heighten her orgasm. When her climax rocketed through her body, she screamed.
“Ahhh, Alex!”
Her sex tightened like a vice around me, and I knew I would soon follow her.
I gripped her hips and slammed into her.
“Krystina, I’m right there!” I hissed through clenched teeth.
“Let me feel it deep. Please, Alex!”
Please.
Her spectacular cry was enough to send me over the edge. My mind went blank before a bright awareness spread through me. I plunged deep and held the position, allowing my seed to erupt into the intimate recesses of her body.
My connection to the extraordinary woman beneath me was complete.
Chapter 12
Krystina
I lay there staring out the portside window, waiting to catch my breath. The moon cast a silvery glow on the water. The gentle waves seem to serenade us, their melody so enchanting I could easily drift off. Every inch of me was splendidly numb, languid, and sexually satiated.
“Oh no, Mrs. Stone. I’m not done with you yet,” Alexander murmured into my ear. His body lay sprawled over my backside, with most of his weight balanced on his right side so he didn’t crush me. “But first, you need to eat more. I got distracted before we could finish our meal.”
As if on cue, my stomach gave a little rumble. That hour-long sex-a-thon had clearly worked off what I had eaten just a short time ago.
He moved down my body with maddening slowness, each kiss a whisper of heat against fevered skin. His mouth mapped me like sacred territory, pausing just long enough in each place to leave me aching for more before moving on. When he reached my ankles, the brush of his lips sent a shiver shooting up my spine. Deft fingers made quick work of releasing my bound ankles, the rope slipping away.
Without a word, his hands traveled back up, the warmth of his palms lingering in their wake. A firm tap on my hip—a silent command. My pulse skipped. I obeyed instantly, flipping onto my back, the mattress dipping under my weight.
He repeated his earlier handiwork, focusing once again on my wrists. Except this time, he secured them high against the headboard. The fibers kissed my skin, snug but not cruel, holding me in the perfect balance of restraint and surrender.
“I can’t eat if my hands are tied up,” I pointed out, my voice breathy with both protest and anticipation.
