“I have a better idea.”
I invade her space as I kiss her again, consuming her thoughts. That’s my goal for tonight, for her to completely lower her inhibitions. For her to give herself to me. Let me make the decision that’s best for all of us. She may think she’s trying to do the right thing in saving me, but she doesn’t realize the only way to save me is if she stays alive. I won’t be truly alive if she’s not breathing.
I back her up against the window behind her. She gasps as her ass hits the cool glass.
“I want to fuck you so everyone can see. I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”
I flip her around so her breasts are against the window, and her ass is pressed against my crotch.
“I’m tired of hiding.” I suck her earlobe.
She gasps. Her hands splay across the glass as she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth.
I undo my pants and kiss her neck.
“I’m tired of pretending I hate you.”
I slap her ass before I shove my pants down enough for my cock to spring free. It slides between her ass cheeks and then between her legs as I feel how wet she already is for me.
“The world should know how much I fucking love you.”
My cock slams inside her.
“Langston,” she pants.
“That you’re mine.”
I fuck in and out of her against the glass for the entire town to see. There is a world of people below going about their business on this chilled night. Snowflakes are starting to fall down on their heads. A few of them look up.
Liesel gasps. “Can they see me?”
“All they see is that you’re mine,” I growl into her ear.
She tilts her head back and moans as I hit deeper inside her.
The lights are dim in our room; there is no way they can see much if they look up at us, but the thought that they could turns her on even more.
“My dirty huntress.”
I fuck her harder.
“I need—”
I move my hand around her front, finding her clit, knowing that’s what she was begging for. She’s so responsive that I’ve been afraid that as soon as I touch her clit she’s going to explode. I wanted my cock inside her when that happened.
I stroke her once, and then she comes undone.
“Killer!” she shouts. It’s probably not the best thing to scream in a hotel room in the middle of Moscow, but I don’t care. I’ll fight anyone who comes to our room for a chance for my girl to feel good and be free to scream how she wants.
I pump into her once more, chasing my own orgasm. As I do, I feel her growing weak in my arms. I catch her.
“Make love to me in bed?” she asks, still wanting more.
I smile at her, afraid if we get into bed, our night will end too soon. The drugs pumping through my body combined with her exhaustion will cause us to drift off to sleep as soon as I fuck her again. I can’t have that yet. I need more.
I shake my head as I scoop her up in my arms.
I’m still dressed, so as I lean down to tangle our tongues together again, she fights my shirt off my body.
I carry her toward the bathroom. I need to have her on every surface in this hotel room—the desk, the sink, the shower, and then finally the bed.
She reads my thoughts as I bend her over the counter of the bathroom, and our eyes meet. She reaches behind her and yanks my jeans and underwear down until they are a pile on the floor.
“Fuck me, show me I’m yours.”
I sink into her body once again, feeling at home as soon as her tight walls surround me.
Our eyes meet in the mirror before I kiss down her back.
“Mine,” I growl as I thrust harder into her.
Her body quakes as I do. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had her; every time feels incredible—like I’m experiencing the greatest pleasure for the first time. And every time we finish, I think I imagined how good it felt. Being with someone couldn’t possibly feel that good. But being with Liesel isn’t like being with anyone. Being with Liesel is the only way I know how to exist.
I show her that she’s my entire world as I fuck her against the bathroom counter, fuck her in the shower with her in my arms and the water pouring down her