Page 87 of Twisted Pact

“You feel incredible,” he groans.

“So do you.”

This is different from every other time we’ve been together. Less frantic. More intimate. Like we’re making love instead of just having sex.

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper. The new angle makes him hit that spot inside me that turns my vision hazy. My back bows off the table as my pleasure builds.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Take what you need.”

“Harder.”

He increases his pace, and the table moves against the wall with each thrust. The sound should be distracting, but instead, it adds to the urgency.

I slide one hand down my body to where we’re joined. My fingers find my clit and start circling with increasing pressure.Alexei watches my every move, and being observed while I touch myself makes everything more intense.

“Show me what you like,” he prompts. “Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone.”

The request makes me blush, but I do what he asks, circling my clit with the pressure and rhythm that I know works. His eyes never leave my hand, watching every movement like he’s memorizing it for later.

“Fuck, that’s sexy.”

He leans down and captures my mouth in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth and desperate need. I can taste his desire and feel how much restraint he’s using to keep from losing control.

“I’m close,” I gasp against his lips.

“Come for me. Let me watch you fall apart.”

His words combine with the pressure of my fingers to push me over the edge. My body convulses around him as waves of pleasure crash through me. I bite his shoulder to muffle the sounds, but he pulls back and shakes his head.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.”

So, I let go, letting him hear exactly what he does to me and how good he makes me feel. How completely he unravels my control.

The sounds I make drive him wild. His thrusts become more erratic. He buries his face in my neck and moans my name like a prayer.

“Don’t hold back. I want to feel you come.”

That’s all it takes. He buries himself deep and empties inside me with a groan that sounds like it’s been ripped from his soul. I feel every pulse as he fills me, and the intimacy of it makes tears prick my eyes.

We stay connected for several heartbeats, both breathing hard. When he finally pulls out, he helps me sit up and wraps his arms around me.

We don’t need words for what just happened. The emotional component was impossible to miss. This wasn’t just physical release. It was something much more significant.

Alexei cups my face in his hands and studies my expression. His mouth opens like he’s about to say something important that might change everything between us.

But before he can speak, his phone rings on the counter where he left it.

“Ignore it,” I whisper.

But the ringing continues, shrill and insistent. After the fourth ring, Alexei curses, pulls out of me, and reaches for it.

“What?” he answers without checking the caller ID.

I watch his face change as he listens to whoever’s on the other end. Color drains from his cheeks, and his free hand clenches into a fist.

“When?” he asks sharply.

More listening. His jaw goes rigid.