War(47)

“Maybe,” she said, her tentative smile lifting my heart.







Milan



Since he’d left I’d been worried, nervous, but I didn’t realize how much so until he’d walked back through those doors.

When I saw him again, I felt like I could breathe again, the constriction against my lungs falling away.

He walked toward me, opening his jacket as he moved, each motion precise, measured. But still, though there was little outward sign of it, I saw relief in him too, and saw the desire in his eyes.

I wanted to go to him, but stayed still until he reached me, not trusting myself to be calm, to not embarrass myself when my emotions were like this.

He reached into his pocket and then slipped his hand into mine.

“What?” I asked, looking down.

When I saw the packet he had pressed into my palm, I looked up at him again and smiled.

“I did promise,” he said.

“You did,” I replied, smiling.

Then I watched him as he disrobed, careful, precise, and continued to watch as he carefully set his clothes aside.

It was a beautiful sight, the way he moved. All of his body was beautiful. His cock especially so.

I’d never thought of a cock as beautiful, but his was, his thick shaft, the intricate pattern of veins under the thin skin a work of art. One I wanted to study, learn, convinced I could spend forever learning this body and the man who inhabited it.

I wondered how related they were, my relief at seeing him and the potent sexual desire I had for him.

I didn’t know how and why they were, but I knew that in this moment they were feeding each other, the worry I had felt while he was gone, the relief that he was back, the need to touch him, to be with him, all coming together to make this moment what it was.

I undressed and then walked over to him, condom gripped tight in my hand, and when I reached him, I kneeled in front of him.

I laid my head on his heavy thigh, breathed in the scent of him, and then I kissed the base of his thick shaft.

I wanted to taste him, feel him fill my mouth, take as much of him as I could into my body, but even more I wanted his cock in my pussy again, so I opened the condom and rolled it on.

I’d thought about being this close to him far too often for the circumstances. I had made plans, mapped out how I would take my time, be slow, deliberate, tease him with glancing touches and kisses. But the urgency of the moment left me unable to follow through with those plans. Instead, I quickly turned and then stood, my breasts swaying, my sex tight with need for him.

He stood before me, huge and naked and hard, everything I had never known I wanted.

I reached up, touched his chest, and hoped he understood what it meant.

That was the most I could do, speech having fled me, but when I looked into his eyes, I thought I saw something of what I felt in them.

Then I was facing the wall, and on instinct I lifted my hands to brace them against the headboard.

I felt him move behind me, his skin brushing against my ass, and then he anchored his hands on my hips before he began moving them up and down my back, then resting at the curve of my waist.

“Now,” I said. “Please.”

He complied, and in the next breath his thick shaft was splitting me, his girth and length filling me to almost overflowing.

He thrust hard, hard enough it made my breath catch in my throat, but it was still the most amazing sensation, him inside of me, deeper than anyone had ever been. Deeper than anyone would ever be, a voice in my head whispered.

I ignored it, curved my fingers tighter around the headboard, and allowed myself to feel.

His hands, surprisingly rough against my skin, his heavy thighs cradling mine, his thick rod filling me.

I listened, too, the smack of our bodies, my moans, his, loud in the room.

When I climaxed, him still inside me, I found peace, and with my last shred of reason I sent out a silent prayer that it would last forever.





Twenty-Six





Priest



“How’s your leg?” she asked.

“It’s holding. The glue will last for a few days yet,” I said. I hadn’t really given it a second thought. My leg wasn’t even on the list of priorities, but I liked the idea that she cared.

She shuddered, but instead of pulling away, she got closer to me.

“What?” I asked, feeling the question in her eyes and body.

“Did you go see your father?” she asked.

I looked at her, wondering why she had asked that but unable to come up with an answer. “Why do you ask that?” I said.

“You reached out to someone. I couldn’t think of anyone else you’d reach out to,” she said.

I hadn’t ever considered it that way, but I could see her point.

I’d spent almost my entire life with Maxim and knew little about him. Such was the nature of our relationship, one that I hadn’t even questioned. Much like the other things I hadn’t questioned, at least not until Milan had showed up.