Jozef held her gaze, his lake-blue eyes speaking of heat, longing and love as he surged into her.
Shaun gasped, her hips arching to accept the slam of his own. The union, after a long separation, felt like coming home when nothing else about their relationship made sense. She clung to him as he pulled back and thrust back into her, a growl of pleasure escaping his lips. She dragged his face down to hers and kissed him, her tongue plowing into his mouth as he took her body to incredible heights.
He picked her up off the bed, dragging her into his lap while still inside her. The change in positions made her feel impossibly full. She arched, pushing her hands against his pectoral muscles. His arms tightened and he pinned her to his chest, his hands sliding down her back to settle on her hips, his fingers digging into the crevice of her ass.
Jozef forced her hips to undulate, pleasuring both of them at the same time. Shaun was mindless, writhing on top of him, digging her nails into his flesh in a bid to both pull him closer and push him away. He took the pain, his own fingers tightening against her hips until she knew she would bruise. She didn’t care. In that moment, she wanted his mark, wanted his cum, wanted everything about him.
“Fuck me,” she moaned against him, pressing her head against his and thrusting her tongue in his ear.
He groaned and turned his head, slashing his lips over hers in a passionate kiss. His cock grew inside her until he could barely thrust. He let out a short, sharp bark as he exploded, bathing her with his cum.
Before she could catch her breath, he was shoving her back on the bed, his body pinning hers to the mattress while his hand slid between their bodies.
“No, no, no,” she gasped as his fingers found her, sending lightning bolts through her over-sensitized pussy. Pain and pleasure collided as he pinched her clitoris hard enough to draw a shriek from her, before curving his fingers inside her.
Shaun was helpless against the intense sensations, incapable of moderating her responses. She screamed so loud she was sure Jozef’s team would bust down the door any second to save their leader. No one came to save her though; she was on her own as Jozef drove her toward the most painfully explosive orgasm of her life.
Finally, she was there.
Her mouth gaped in a scream that grew in crescendo until she was sure even Jozef was surprised, and pleased, if his expression was anything to go by. Her body was so taut she was able to lift him off the mattress as wave after wave crashed over her.
She had no idea how much time passed, but finally the orgasm let go and she collapsed onto the bed, Jozef’s body covering hers like a blanket. As she stared at him with wide-eyed blankness, he lifted his fingers and licked them one at a time, his eyes never leaving hers. When he finished, he dropped his hand to her face, caressing her, touching her lips as her breath gradually evened. She caught her own musky scent, along with the scent of his semen. It was a heady smell, one that she had spent a year craving.
After a few minutes of cuddling, Jozef rolled off the side of the mattress and walked naked to the bathroom. Shaun squinted against the light when he turned it on. He left the door open as he walked to the toilet, flipped the lid up and took the age-old male stance. It took a moment, likely still recovering from the sex, before he was able to let out a steady stream.
Shaun sat up in bed, gathering the blanket around herself. Now that she was coming down from the incredible high of being fucked by a master in the art of sex, she was beginning to feel doubts creeping in.
Once again, Jozef hadn’t asked her permission. He’d assumed since she was there that her body would be available for his use. Even worse, he hasn’t used a condom.
Shaun was done with his high-handed assumptions. If he wouldn’t be mature about sex, then she would be. She heard him turn the shower on, then a few seconds later step inside. She climbed off the side of the bed, dragging the sheet with her and tucking it beneath her armpits. She walked toward the bathroom door, purpose in her steps.
She stopped outside the bathroom, some of her conviction draining as she remembered who she was about to confront. The man who held her life in his hands. A man with a lot of personnel and weapons behind him. She wasn’t sure exactly where he stood in the Koba organization, but so far, she hadn’t seen any evidence that his absence had caused him to lose position or power in Prague. Granted, she had no real way of knowing what was going on, but she was intelligent, and she could guess.
“He’s not going to kill you,” she reminded herself, stepping into the washroom.
Jozef was scrubbing his face and hair, so he didn’t see her stand in front of the shower, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes narrowed.
“Jozef.”
He looked up when she said his name, blinking water droplets from his spiky lashes. Her mouth went dry and her body heated up all over again. If it was possible, Jozef was even harder than he’d been a year ago. Each slab of muscle on his body was clearly defined, the veins popping out like there was so much muscle there was no more room to hold them beneath his skin. His ink was a beautiful and stark contrast
