Page 49 of Dark Desires

“Oh,God, yes.” The words pour out of her as I bottom out, her head bumping into the glass with a softthudas she leans back.

Holding her like this, I pull back and drive into her again and again, plunging into her slit in just the way I need, just the way she needs.

“That feel good, baby?” I ask, leaning closely against her, her breasts pressing against my chest, my breath hot on her ear.

“So good.”

I change my angle, crouching a bit to drive up into her, using the full power of my hips to plunge deeply. Her perfect, soft walls grip me, coaxing out the orgasm I’ve been craving since she put her mouth on me back in the elevator.

“Come for me,Devotchka.”

She nods eagerly, her mouth formed into a perfectOof pleasure.

With one more shriek, she comes hard. This time I join her, draining myself as deeply inside as I can, my manhood pumpingevery last drop into her. She grips me so hard with her legs that it almost hurts, but I love it anyway.

When we’re done, I kiss her hard again.

“I think,” she says as I pull my lips away, “I think I’m going to need some help.”

“Help?”

“My legs. I think I’ll collapse if I try to walk on them.”

I laugh. “Of course.”

I change her position, cradling her with my arms and carrying her across the room.

We finally collapse onto the couch, her body draped over mine. She’s breathless, her hair a mess, her skin flushed.

The room is dark except for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the windows. Isabella lies draped across my chest, half asleep, her breathing soft and steady.

My arms wrap around her like she belongs here, like she’s mine. And maybe that’s the problem. It’s so damn good, too good, and that’s why it can’t last.

Finally, her voice cuts through the silence. “We can’t keep doing this.”

I sigh. I knew this conversation was coming. “You think I don’t know that?”

“It’s not fair.” Her fingers trace patterns on my chest. “Not to Stephania. Not to anyone. I know the marriage is a setup, but still…”

“Fairness went out the window the second you walked into my life.” My hand slides up her back. “I’ve tried to stay away. You think this is easy for me?”

She doesn’t respond, but I can feel the confusion radiating off her.

“Take me home.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the stomach. “Fine.” But I can’t do it, not just yet. I take her chin into my hand. “A shower before we go. You’re all dirty now—let me get you clean.”

She smiles. “I’d like that.”

We get up, making our way to the master bath. The shower has more than enough room for both of us, and I take in the sight of her gorgeous body once more before turning on the hot water, steam filling the space.

The hot water pours over us as we stand in the shower, the steam curling around.

Neither of us says much, but the silence isn’t comfortable. There’s so much that we need to talk about, but neither of us has the words.

I wash her hair, my hands moving slowly. She leans into me, her body relaxed against mine, but I can feel the tension just below the surface. She’s thinking about it. About us. About the baby.

So am I.