Page 188 of Toxic Temptation
Fuck.
Fuck.
He doesn’t stop fucking me the whole time. “Blyat’, Vesper, you’re killing me,” he mumbles. His rhythm falters as his own peak builds.
Moments later, he cums, too. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, a low shudder rippling through his body as he spills inside me.
It feels like it lasts forever. We cling to each other while the aftershocks ripple through us.
But even when they’re gone, we stay locked like that, my legs still hooked around him, his weight pressing me into the table. I have goosebumps; his sweat cools. Together, our heartbeats and our breathing gradually descend back to normal.
He eases me down until I’m sitting fully on the table, though he still stays between my thighs. “God, that was incredible.” He nuzzles my neck, his lips soft now where they were demanding before. “You drive me crazy, you know that? I can’t get enough.”
I laugh softly, breathless, running my fingers through his disheveled hair, the strands damp and silky under my touch. “Good, because I want more. Turn me over again—let’s see if this table can handle it.”
His eyes shine with renewed hunger. He flips me onto my stomach once more. He enters me slowly this time, savoring the slide, making me draw out my moan into something long and anguished.
“Like this?” he asks. “Tell me what you want, Vesper. Use your words.”
“Faster,” I beg. I press my cheek to the table and arch my back for him. “Make me scream your name again.”
He chuckles darkly, picking up the pace, one hand slipping under me to tease where we’re joined. The dual sensations have me moaning loudly, the sound echoing off the walls, minglingwith his whispered filth—“That’s it, take it all. You’re so wet for me, so perfect.”—until an orgasm mounts once more.
When I’m close, he pulls me to the floor. The carpet is plush under my knees as I straddle him. I ride him hard, his hands guiding my hips, the scent of our passion thick in the air.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, watching me with hooded eyes. “Use me, baby. Make yourself cum on my cock.”
Those are the magic words, apparently, because with two more bounces, I’m cumming again. “Kovan—oh, God, Kovan!”
He surges up moments later, flipping us so he’s on top, pounding through his release with my legs angled high around him.
When it’s over, we’re a tangle of tired limbs on the floor. The distant hum of the gala filters up from below like a forgotten dream. For several minutes, we stay just like that.
Eventually, he helps me rise. His hands are gentle as he smooths my dress back into place.
“We forgot a condom again,” he says quietly.
“It’s okay.” I cup his face in my hands. “I went on birth control after last time. Just in case.”
“So you were planning to seduce me again?”
“I wasn’tnotplanning it,” I say with a shy smile.
“I like a woman who knows what she wants.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips, so different from the frantic hunger of minutes before. “And in case I wasn’t clear earlier—you have me, Vesper. However you want me.”
I shiver. This is what I wanted, what I asked for on that dance floor. But hearing him say it makes it real.
“Are you sure?” I whisper. “Because there’s no going back from this. No more pretending it’s just for the custody case or just convenient sex. If we do this, we’re doing it for real.”
His answer comes without hesitation.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
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“Bro,” Osip mumbles, “I don’t like that look in your eye.”
