The Espionage Effect(33)
“Fuck.” He bit the short word out. But it resonated deep with meaning.
He drew back, then drove forward.
Nerves raw and sparking, my orgasm continued.
Holding my hips immobile with a near-punishing grip, he dragged out, inch by slow inch, then thrust forward, hard and fast. A torturous easing back, a staggering plunge deep.
Entire body vibrating with every impact, my inner muscles quivered with unending pulses. Ragged breaths rasped into the room, his, mine. Cool air feathered over sweat-slickened skin.
My awareness honed sharp with each heated sensation, every humming nerve.
The thrusts slowed even as they intensified, jarring purposeful movements.
And as he did so, my pulses subsided. Then in a heartbeat’s time, the tension began building again. Faster and faster. Higher and higher.
His upper body curled down over mine, his slick heat covering me as an inferno raged inside while he filled me, again and again.
Spinning in a whirlpool of ecstasy, I rode the current, clinging to the tether between us.
He let out a stuttered gasp. His hips jerked backward, held there for a moment, then he gave a shallow thrust once, twice.
A shocked, choked-off cry wrenched free from my throat as I hung on an aching precipice yet again. Then colors exploded behind my eyes, sizzling through my body, lighting up the darkness in a fireworks of sensation.
Alec thrust deep, then held there, body draped over mine as he filled me near-to-bursting. His body tensed and a hot whoosh of air rustled my hair as his loud growl reverberated over and through me.
Seconds stretched by as the pulses of his orgasm faded with mine. Our breaths slowed as our racing hearts calmed.
While our bodies relaxed, we began to sink downward and sideways, off to the side of the pillow-mountain. At some point, he gently slipped the blindfold off my face. Then the silken bindings around my wrists were tugged off.
But lost in a bone-melting bliss, I didn’t bother to open my eyes. Kept my hands together as I curled my fingers toward my palms.
And all the while, Alec curved the warm strength of his body around me, holding me close, keeping me safe.
“Want to go again?” I asked. My next exhale dragged into a humming purr.
A low chuckle vibrated against my shoulder, before a gentle kiss pressed there. “May need a minute. Or thirty,” he murmured.
A smile tugged at my face as I snuggled back into him. I’d been wrung out. Wasted.
Yet, I’d never felt so energized, so alive.
And at the distant periphery of my consciousness, a hidden part of me, one that I’d suppressed for far too long…began to rouse.
Behind me, Alec stirred and the bed shifted. Even in the calming near-absolute darkness, I sensed he’d left the bed and walked across the room, distancing himself from me.
Too sated to care, mind in a blissful haze from hours of pleasure and two more orgasms, I stretched, every muscle in my body sore from the incredible sensual workout.
But then I blinked my eyes open, forcing them to adjust to the dimness, distinguishing the various shades of black from one another. More awake and aware than I ever remembered, completely attuned to my body in ways I hadn’t imagined, I propped onto an elbow and stared toward the sitting room right as he opened one of the french doors. He stepped out onto the balcony, then sat in a cushioned chair.
He left the door cracked open, and the previous muted hum of the rolling ocean waves grew to a low roar, booming louder with each powerful crash. Distinct shapes emerged as my vision cleared: the cozy room, the foreign world beyond, the silhouette of a man in repose who’d I’d never expected. He’d both disrupted my mind-numbing life in the most chaotic of ways and set everything to order again—but different…better.
I pushed upright from the cool tangle of sheets and wrapped my arms around my bent legs, resting my chin on my knees as I watched his unmoving back and the endless nightscape beyond.
So much had changed in twenty-four hours.
Inching toward the edge of a cliff over the last months—really the last couple of years—all I’d ever been able to see was a bottomless chasm, an unknown massive void threatening to swallow me whole if I let go of it all and fell. But something altogether different existed over that edge now—something more.
And I wanted whatever more the world had to offer.
No matter the obstacles.
Regardless of the danger.
The fractures that had begun to splinter me apart, one hairline crack at a time, had eroded my confidence, blinded me to the possibilities. I’d been reduced to my fear and anger, to all the pain I’d buried deep inside in order to be able to function.
And all of it had been slowly killing me.
But now?
I’ve never felt more alive.
My entire body vibrated with such excitement, I leapt from the bed. The room’s air-conditioned coolness rushed over my skin, causing goose bumps to break out. On the next step, my toes hit something soft, and I bent down to the clothes strewn haphazardly over the tiles and plucked up the nearest item: Alec’s T-shirt.
Unthinking, I pulled it over my head and became momentarily lost in sensation all over again. Soft fabric glided over every nerve ending he’d brought to life as his masculine scent surrounded me. I drew in a shaky breath as the material slid over my breasts, teasing my nipples, before it fell to my hips and settled over them.
And still, Alec sat out there, unmoving, oblivious to my erotic distress. Only twenty feet away, the earth stood stable for him. In here, I struggled to find balance in the midst of an earthquake.