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The encouragement is all I need. I shatter completely, convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. He works me through it, holding my hips steady, until I’m boneless and gasping.
When I finally come back to myself, he’s kissing his way back up my body, and I taste myself on his lips when he claims my mouth.
“Thank—” I start, but he silences me with another kiss.
“We’re not done.”
He reaches for his jeans, and I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he strips away the last barrier between us. He’s gorgeous—all lean muscle and controlled power—and the sight of his cock fully aroused makes my mouth go dry.
“Condom?” I ask.
He reaches into the nightstand drawer and produces a foil packet, and I take it from him with hands that are still shaking slightly.
“Let me.”
I tear open the packet and roll the latex down his shaft, enjoying the way his breath hitches at my touch. When I’m finished, he positions himself at my pussy and looks into my eyes. “You’re absolutely certain?”
Instead of answering with words, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. He enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust, and the sensation of being filled completely makes me gasp.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
“More than okay.”
He begins to move, setting a rhythm that has me clinging to his shoulders and gasping his name. Every thrust hits exactly the right spot, and I feel another climax building embarrassingly quickly.
“You feel incredible.” He groans against my ear. “So tight, so wet, and so perfect.”
“Harder.” The word slips out, and he responds immediately, snapping his hips against mine with increased force.
The new angle has me seeing stars, and I rake my nails down his back as pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak.
“Come for me,” he commands, sliding his hand between us to find the bundle of nerves that sends me over the edge. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”
I shatter around him, my inner walls clenching as another orgasm tears through me. The sensation triggers his own release, and he buries his face in my neck as he follows me over the edge.
We collapse together, breathing hard, our bodies still joined. When he finally pulls away to dispose of the condom, I immediately miss the weight of him.
He returns to the bed and pulls me against his side, and I curl into his warmth with a contentment I haven’t felt in longer than I care to remember. “That was—” I start.
“Worth kidnapping you for?”
I laugh despite everything. “I was going to say incredible, but sure. Let’s go with that.”
He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and for a moment, I can almost forget this started with him taking me against my will. I almost forget he’s still keeping me prisoner, and tomorrow, I’ll still be locked in this room with no way home.
Almost.
But not quite.
“What happens now?” I ask quietly.
“Now we sleep.”
“I mean after that. Tomorrow. Next week. What happens to me?”
He’s quiet for so long I think he’s not going to answer. When he finally speaks, his voice is carefully controlled. “I don’t know.”
It’s not the answer I want, but it’s honest, and somehow, that’s enough for now. I close my eyes and let myself drift, held safely in the arms of the man who destroyed my life and then put it back together in ways I never could have imagined.