“Harder,” Sofia gasped, bracing her hands against the headboard.
This was what made her spectacular. She knew what she wanted. What she needed. She wasn’t afraid to demand it and take it.
And she was so beautiful like this, flushed and naked, back arched so her breasts stood high and proud, legs over his straining arms.
Laszlo was a very headstrong, autonomous man, but in this moment, he thought he could live the rest of his life in service to making this woman mindless with pleasure. Nothing else existed when they were like this except the friction of their bodies, the tear of their panting breaths, the sweet clasp of her as he drove himself into her and the exquisite chills of approaching climax that raced across his skin.
“Tell me when,” he said, not sure which language she used. It was taking everything in him to wait for her. He fought the culmination that teased in the base of his spine, holding back while he watched her lashes flutter and her lips part, holding back until—
She cried out.
He let go, vision turning white as he slammed into her in an uneven, primal rhythm. Acute pleasure exploded within him, and he was nearly wrenched apart by the intensity of his orgasm. Sensation sharpened and softened and convulsed his muscles as her flesh quivered thrillingly around his.
They held like that for eternity, as though trapped in golden amber.
He wished that’s exactly what happened, that they were frozen in ecstasy forever, but the waves of euphoria slowly faded and his arms weakened and he melted onto her.
He tried not to crush her as he sank down, but there really was no more delightful place to settle than upon her damp and quivering body while still shaking with their shared pleasure. He wanted to set his teeth against her neck like a damned animal, keeping his mate exactly where he wanted her.
He had to dispose of the condom, however. He gathered his strength and touched a kiss to her closed eye as he withdrew.
When he came back, she had gathered her clothes and stood with them clutched to her naked breasts.
Not this time was the emphatic, barbaric imperative that rocketed around in his brain. That might have been how they did things in the past. Tonight he yanked the rumpled covers back and said in quiet, implacable command, “Get into this bed.”
She lifted her brows and snorted her affront, arms firming across the drape of her clothes, pinning them to her stomach. Her mouth tightened and a small wrinkle appeared on her brow.
“I really can’t linger, but there’s something I should tell you.” She turned to drop her clothing into the chair and began to dress, back bowing as she stepped into her underpants and drew the jewel-green lace to cup her pretty round ass. “I had a pregnancy scare last time.”
Laszlo was so taken aback, his foot bumped into the night table with a sharp jab he barely felt.
The world was a harsh, terrible place where harrowing, life-altering things happened all the time. This news shouldn’t be such a surprise.
Maybe the fact it didn’t feel terrible surprised him most.
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