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I could hear the sound of foil being ripped as he found a condom and put it on.
Sliding his fingers inside me, he muttered into my ear. “Mmm, I love how warm and wet you are for me.”
“That’s because I crave to feel you inside me.”
“You do?”
“Uh-huh.” It came out as a moan. I wanted to bond so tightly with him that if I ever had to make an ultimatum and make him choose me over the cult, he wouldn’t hesitate. Charles might be introverted and shy, but he was a fiery lover and with a hand around my throat, he kept me right where he wanted me while taking his time to go slow, fast, circle his hips, and whisper dirty things in my ear.
“Ahhh…” I was pushing back against him and molding my body to his.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He bit my shoulder. “I can’t lose you, Liv. Promise that you’re really mine.”
“I’m really yours.” My eyes were closed and my head leaned back against him. With all of my heart, I wanted to be with Charles. “This is amazing.”
“Yeah? You like being fucked by me?”
“I love it.”
“Good, because we’re doing this every morning from now on.” We could hear people waking up in the house and someone on light feet running upstairs, probably River.
Our bodies had found a perfect rhythm and worked in harmony like we’d been lovers for years.
“God, Liv. Yes! Take every inch of me. Do you feel it?”
“Yeess.” We were panting and chasing that place of euphoria we’d been in yesterday when we made love and when it finally came, Charles had to cover my mouth to dampen my screams while growling against my neck.
“Fuck, yes… I’m coming, Liv.”
With my insides cramping around him, I grabbed his hand, closed my eyes, and felt the purest sensation of connectedness that I’d ever experienced with a man. I wasn’t screaming anymore and he removed his hand.
He moaned in my hair. “I’m never letting you go.”
We kept spooning for a few minutes, until he pulled out of me and tied a knot on the condom.
“Have you ever had sex without a condom?” I propped my head up to look at him.
“No. Have you?”
“Yes. In long-term relationships.”
He lay back down and let his fingers run up and down my arm. “Part of me hates that someone else had you for a long time, but at the same time I wonder if they helped make you the amazing woman you are.”
I played with his earlobe. “You’ve had other women too.”
“Yeah, but nothing serious.”
“Who were they?”
“Older women, mostly.”
“How old?”
Charles looked at me. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“You’re twenty-nine, it’s not like I expected you to be a virgin. You can tell me.”
“All right.” He sighed. “When I was sixteen, one of our housekeepers and I began an affair. She was a hot-blooded Latina whose husband had been in a work accident that left him paralyzed from the waist down. She never pretended to love me, but she taught me about carnal pleasure and allowed me to experiment with her. Carmen was twenty-eight at the time.”
