1. Touch

Whirling around, I lunge at Nyla, pushing the door closed as I shove her up against it. She squeaks, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as my arms bracket her head in place.

     

“Dead to me still counts,” I say, pressing our foreheads together.

     

Her hands come to my face, fingers cupping my jaw. “Not really.”

     

Annoyed, and quickly growing more agitated by the second, I palm the base of her skull and crush my mouth to hers. My tongue forces its way inside, sweeping over her teeth and tangling with hers, warring for dominance. She lets out a tiny moan at the intrusion, and the vibration from it surges straight to my cock, which I grind into her.

     

When she breaks away, she’s breathless. “Jonas, we should probably talk about this.”

     

“After,” I insist, my voice gruff and hardly recognizable to even my ears. Trembling hands reach for her blouse, and I sink my fingers into the lacy fabric, pulling until it tears.

     

“Hey!” She fists my hair as I uncover her tits, bending down to roll my tongue around one nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Gasping, she arches into me. “That is Victoria's Secret.”

     

Releasing her with a wet pop, I switch to the other, delivering a bite on the swollen underside. “I’ll buy you the entire store as an apology.”

     

“The whole store?” Her hips shift, grinding slowly against me and making my cock leak.

     

Tearing myself her chest, I straighten back up and capture her mouth, kissing her so hard that her head bounces off the door. Fumbling for her skirt, I push the velvet hem up her thighs, baring the scrap of silk fabric between them.

     

“I’ll buy out their bloody stock,” I say, shoving her underwear aside and hooking` two fingers inside her.

     

Back bowing, one of her hands slaps the door as she strains against the invasion. Squelching sounds fill the air as she drenches my hand, writhing along with the frenzied pace I set.

     

“Bloody hell, listen to how soaked you are. Is that all for me?”

     

She nods. Whimpers, the sound eviscerating any pieces of self-control I’ve been hanging on to.

“Do you like the idea of being spoiled, my little puppet? Your cunt certainly seems to.”

     

The heel of my hand grinds against her clit as I plunge in and out, curling and massaging until she’s fucking shaking. She tightens her thighs, trying to gain leverage and push me in deeper, so I add a third finger, stretching her even more.

     

Fishing the shreds of her top from where they’re still tucked into her skirt, I push the material aside and palm one of her breasts, teasing her flesh until it’s hot and puckered beneath my touch.

     

“I wish you could’ve seen how smashing you looked when I walked in on you downstairs, holding that weapon to David’s throat.” Dropping my head, I skim my lips over the pulse in hers, flicking the tip of my tongue over it. “I knew you were murderous but seeing it in action is another thing entirely.” There's just somethig about the way she put her annoying and persistent ex in his place it did something to me.

     

Nyla breathes out a laugh, clenching around my fingers. “Violence gets you going, huh?”

     

“Only if it’s yours.”

     

Moaning into her skin, I drag myself up to kiss her again. And again, and again, until she’s pulsating and quivering, a blubbering mess on the brink of absolute catastrophe.

     

When she comes, that’s what it feels like: a raw, gut-wrenching cataclysm, sweeping away the last vestiges of my soul that try to insist there’s nothing here between us.

     

She climaxes, and it’s the most serene, truthful experience, even as a riotous sound rips out of her chest and into the air.

     

It’s exactly what I always expected: complete and utter absolution.

     

Her cunt floods my hand, drenches my trousers, and I feel cleansed of all my sins.

     

Withdrawing slowly, I fish my cock out and give it a rough tug. She blinks, head lolling in her postorgasmic fog, and reaches for me, wrapping her fingers beneath the crown. I groan, jerking at her touch, so bloody hard I can barely see straight.

     

“Put me in, love.” My words are ragged, rife with pure lust as heat unfurls in my gut.

   

  Straightening her spine, she adjusts her hold, positioning me at her entrance. My hips flex forward, sinking inside slowly, so fucking slow, as her nails dig into the back of my neck.

   

  “Oh, god…” she exhales, dropping her head against the door. “You feel so good. So big.”

     

My chest heats, arousal spreading like jelly through me. “And you take it so well. Who’d have thought such a sweet little snatch would stretch so wide and easy for my cock?”

     

“Made for you,” she murmurs, her words jumbling as I draw my hips back, slamming into her to the hilt. She cries out, and I swallow the sounds.

     

“Say it again,” I command against her mouth, gripping her arse in my palms. My thrusts grow brutal, punishing, and the door rattles with each.

   

  “My pussy was made for you,” she moans, kissing me back with a fervency I feel all the way in my bollocks.

     

They draw up as I piston in and out, coaxing my cock along her inner walls. I curse under my breath, biting down on the inside of my lip to try and stave off the release building in my spine.

“O-oh. Yes, Jonas, fuck. Harder, please.” Nyla starts to spasm around me with each stroke, and I hold her tighter, stabilizing her so I can increase the force of my thrusts. “Gonna come,” she chokes out, clamping down on my cock before she’s even finished the last word.

   

  I fuck her through it, my breaths erratic and the grip on her arse bruising, on the verge of passing out as she crests the hill of release.

     

After it rolls over her and she’s left panting, I whirl around and cross the room, tossing her on the bed. Her tits bounce as she lands, and I scramble up beside her, brushing the hair from her face and pointing my cock at her.

     

Fisting it tight, I pump my shaft rapidly, matching the pace I set when I was inside of her. My climax barrels up and out, pulling soft groans along with it, and she opens her mouth at the last second, holding her tongue out.

     

Hot, thick ropes of cum land on her face, collecting beneath her eyes and over her nose, spurting across her lips and tongue.

     

“Fuck,” I say, pinching my eyes closed as I paint her like the bloody Mona Lisa, my vision wiping out completely as I milk myself dry. “So bloody beautiful all messed up for me, love. If I could keep you covered in my cum forever, I believe I would.”

     

The last drops drip onto her smooth skin, and I sit back with an exhausted breath. Sweat glides down my back, so I slip from the bed and discard my clothing, watching Lenny for signs of distress.

   

  One of her eyes is covered, so she reaches up and drags her fingers through it. Her tongue sweeps out, savoring what’s on her lips, and my cock kicks against my thigh.

     

“Nyla…”

     

Ignoring me, she continues cleaning herself, pushing the thick liquid into her mouth, before opening wide. “Aaaah.” She smiles, swirling it around, and I have to grip the bedpost to keep from taking her all over again.

     

With a devious glint in her green eyes, she coats her index finger and brings it between her thighs. Keeping her gaze on mine, she pushes in slowly, adding my juices to hers.

     

“Careful, love. You’re playing with fire.”

     

Grinning, she withdraws her hand but doesn’t look at all remorseful. “Maybe I want to get burned.”

     

My chest aches with awareness, frissons of heat providing evidence toward that very possibility. That we aren’t at risk of catching fire; we’re already there, engulfed in flames with no end in sight.

   

Walking over to the bed, I lean down and scoop her into my arms, then carry her bridal style into the bathroom after making sure David has learnt his lesson and he hasn’t followed us up.

     

We clean quickly, and then are back in the bed within minutes. I draw her backside against my front, burying my face in her neck with a sigh.