Chapter 48
Louhi
I’m positively soaring. Professing my love to Sean was easier than breathing. I don’t know what I was so afraid of.
My cheeks ache from smiling, even as my heart fights to the death to escape my chest. I’m panting as I slam my mouth against his again. When he grinds against me, I groan into his mouth. I unbutton his trousers and shove them to his knees. “Fuck, I need you, Sean.”
His tongue slips into my mouth as his hand moves between us.
He grips the waistband, then roughly yanks them to the ground.
I didn’t have time for knickers earlier.
I’ve only gotten one foot out before he lifts me by the hips and unceremoniously thrusts inside me.
“You’ve always had me, Lou. From the moment I first strapped you to that metal table. ”
Pops of gunfire echo in the background, followed by grunts and shouts elsewhere in the dacha.
When he slams into me again, I moan and shake my trousers off my one remaining foot.
My fingernails scrape over the smooth, warm skin of his back as I claw at him.
He drives into me harder, his heavy breaths against my ear.
His thrusts are at the perfect angle to drive me bloody wild.
I come hard, screaming his name as I shatter with the force of a thousand broken windows.
“That’s my messy girl, coming all over my cock.”
The pressure builds again as Sean’s teeth find my shoulder, and he bites down. I thrash against the onslaught of sensations, making my hair fall in my face. The flame that blazes between my legs spreads hot and fast, infiltrating my heart.
“Who do you belong to?” His heavy pants and grunts bounce off the walls of the room, and I move my hand to clutch the base of his skull tightly. His measured strokes are long and hard as he fucks me, my other hand smearing the blood between his shoulder blades.
“You,” I shriek, my clit pulsing, “I’m yours.” And he’s mine.
My back arches as though my body is desperate for more contact with him as his hard cock slides back into me with brilliant force. Ecstasy bursts like warm sunshine in my belly, and my flesh tingles.
“Sean,” I cry out, my heels burrowing into the meaty, muscled cheeks of his arse as I rock my hips against him. He feels so good inside me, stuffing me full until I feel him in the fabric of my skin and the beat of my heart. Fuck, I really do love this man.
“You drive me fucking wild, baby.” I know the feeling.
There’s another shout from the other side of the house, followed by two more pops, but the only noise I truly register are the short, heavy pants, moans, and grunts shared in this room.
“Come with me, Lou. I want my cum dripping down your pretty thighs for the rest of the night.”
Ah, fuck. My head drops back against the wall, my pussy clamping down around him as my legs begin to shake. I fall over the edge as liquid fire pumps through my veins. With a rough grunt, he follows me over the cliff a moment later, his head dropping to my shoulder.
We stay there, tangled in each other and catching our breaths for what feels like forever. When I lift my gaze, I titter softly at the sight of the dead soldier’s blank stare and the pool of blood pooling beneath his head.
“I think it’s over now,” Sean mumbles against my skin.
Boneless, I blink as I listen closely. Only discovering muffled conversation and no shouts or gunfire, I huff out a laugh. “Any chance they saved some for us?”
He snorts. “I doubt it.”
I pout as he pulls out of me and sets me on my feet. His cum falls from my aching cunt, and I drag two fingers through it. I suck my fingers clean, and Sean groans.
“Just putting it back where it belongs.”
His smirk is positively devastating, and I consider asking for another ride when Honey Eyes’s voice thunders through the house. “You owe me a thousand bucks, Lou. If the two of you are finished fucking, you can see for yourself.”
Sean chuckles. “I think they heard us.”
“They’re just jealous.” I grin up at him.
He slides a palm over my cheek and adjusts my head so I’m peering up at him. His lips find mine again, making my knees weak. The kiss is chaste, but it says everything words don’t.