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She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her head falling back as she grinds against my thigh. "Domhn," she breathes, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
The firelight plays across her face, highlighting the flush on her cheeks and the glisten of her parted lips. I drop my mouth to her neck, tasting the salt of her skin and feeling her pulse racing beneath my lips. Her nails rake down my back, and I groan against her throat.
She pushes me back, but only far enough for her eyes to roam over my bare chest, hungry and appreciative, before her hands follow. Each fingertip trails fucking fire. Anna traces the muscles of my torso with reverent fingertips. Meanwhile, I try not tofucking die.
"God, you're perfect," she whispers, leaning forward to press her lips to my collarbone.
I thread my fingers through her hair, holding her to me as her mouth explores me—my chest, my shoulders, and back to my neck. When her teeth graze my skin, I hiss out a breath, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.
She pushes me again, this time guiding me to sit in the chair. Before I can think, she's straddling me, her knees on either side of my hips, her hands braced on my bare shoulders. The position puts her slightly above me, the leggings covering her pussy teasing against my shaft that's standing at attention beneath my towel. I tilt my head back to keep eye contact with her.
"You're so beautiful," I breathe, my hands settling on her waist. "Are you sure this is alright, though?"
"It's good." She smiles, a flash of something almost shy crossing her features before the heat returns. "Very, very good." She leans down to kiss me, and this time it's slower, deeper, her tongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that mimics what our bodies crave.
My hands slide under her shirt, tracing the soft skin of her back, feeling her shiver at my touch. When I reach the clasp of her bra, I hesitate again.
She said just kissing, and this has gone from zero to sixty, our wanting bodies slamming the gas without us stopping to think if it's a good idea or not.
"Yes," she whispers against my lips, arching slightly to press more firmly into my touch. "Please."
With practiced ease, I unhook her bra, then slide my hands around to cup her breasts through her shirt. She moans, her hips rolling against mine in a way that makes me see stars. I can feel the hard peaks of her nipples against my palms, and I brush my thumbs over them, drawing another moan from her lips.
"More," she gasps, her hips moving in an instinctive rhythm. "Domhn, please."
She's fire in my arms, burning so bright it almost hurts to look at her. I slide one hand back down to her hip, guiding her movements, setting a pace that has us both panting. Even through our clothes, the friction is maddeningly exquisite.
"Anna," I groan, my head falling back against the chair as pleasure builds at the base of my spine. "God, love, you're going to kill me."
She laughs, breathless and wild, her hair falling around us like a curtain. Creating a private world of just the two of us. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging in just enough to send sparks of sharp pleasure-pain through me.
"Stay with me," she whispers, her voice taking on an edge of desperation. "Stay with me, Domhn. I need it to be you and me."
I understand what she's asking. She's fighting against the pull of dissociation to stay present, fighting to keep Mads at bay. My heart aches for her even as my body burns.
"I'm right here," I promise, one hand coming up to cup her face. "I'm with you. Only you."
She nods, her eyes locked on mine as we move together.The fire crackles beside us, warming our skin. I can see sweat beading on her brow and on the exposed column of her throat. I lean forward to taste it, to trace the line of her neck with my tongue.
She gasps, her movements faltering for a moment before picking up again with renewed fervor. Her thighs tighten around mine, her body trembling with need.
"Domhn," she breathes, and it's half plea, half prayer. "I want—Ineed?—"
And then I see it happen—the slight glaze in her eyes, the momentary disconnect, like she's suddenly watching herself from a distance.
I've started to recognize the signs.
"Anna," I say, my voice gentle but firm, anchoring her. "Anna, stay with me."
She blinks rapidly, her movements stuttering. "I, I'm trying—" Her voice catches, her hands gripping my shoulders so tightly I'm sure there will be marks. "I want this. I want this so much."
"I know, love," I murmur even as I breathe out harshly to cool the lightning trying to light down my spine and out my cock. I stroke her hair, trying to ground her. "You're doing so well. Just breathe with me."
She takes a shuddering breath, then another, her eyes never leaving mine. I can see the struggle playing out across her features—the desire to continue, the fear of losing herself. My cock strains with the lack of release, but I don't want it ifit's not without her. I'll enjoy the slight pain if it means keeping this connection with her.
"Talk to me," she pleads, her voice small. "Keep talking. Your voice helps."
"I'm here." I just manage to keep my voice steady. "I'm not going anywhere. You're safe, Anna. You're safe with me."
