“Only for you,” she whispered.
He slammed into her with such force, she couldn't help it, she shrieked. She bit down on her sheet after that, moaning into the Egyptian cotton while he pounded her from behind.
“Jesus, Katya, if you were fantasizing about this when you were seventeen, I definitely should've taken notice,” he groaned. She managed to nod.
“Oh god, I wish you had.”
His hand was suddenly in her hair, pulling so hard and sharp, he earned another shriek. She was jerked away from the mattress, her back arching as he continued yanking. While he pressed his forehead to the side of hers, she reached out and gripped the top of her headboard, trying to maintain her balance.
“Does he fuck you as good as this?” he hissed, and she felt his teeth against the apple of her cheek.
“Oh my god, I can't ...”
The conversation should've made her uncomfortable, but it didn't. Her body temperature was sky rocketing, and her stinging scalp was sending a pulse of pressure straight to where he was fucking her oh so good.
“Tell me, Tocci. Who's got the better dick? Who makes you come faster? Better? Harder?” he grunted out his words as his thrusts almost became brutal.
Katya went back to biting her lips between her teeth. No, he wouldn't force that out of her. Even drunk on his passion, intoxicated by his touch, she wouldn't betray herself. Betray Liam. Turn herself over to him completely.
Or at least, I pray I won't …
“You feel so good,” she finally moaned. He stopped moving and she actually let out a sob. He let go of her hair and she fell forward. His fingers trailed through the sheen of sweat on her back, twining around her vertebrae. Then he backed away completely and she couldn't feel him at all.
“That wasn't what I asked.”
She was panting, half suffocating on the blanket that was in her face. Then she felt his hand around her ankle, and she squealed as she was jerked down the length of her mattress. He flipped her over and his hands were on her thighs, his grip painful. Being quiet was already out the window and she cried out when he started thrusting into her again, over and over.
“Did you ever fantasize about this? Me fucking you in your bed?” he was speaking loudly, sounding out of breath while he fucked her like he was angry at the whole goddamn world.
“Yes, yes, god, so many time, yes,” she cried, her hands squeezing her breasts.
“Did you fuck yourself while thinking about me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you still?”
“All the time.”
“Do you picture me when you're fucking him?”
Her whole body started to shake, and she could feel the orgasm blossoming in her chest, causing her breasts to tighten up. It moved lower, finally meeting that point where his dick was burrowing its way to a new home inside of her. There her orgasm took root, coiling around her lower stomach, growing larger and hungrier.
“Tell me,” Wulf whispered, leaning down close, crushing her hands and breasts under his chest. “Tell me who's the best for you. Tell me who makes you feel things you've never felt. Tell me who fucks you better. Tell me, Katya.”
All his commands and demands hadn't worked on her. She had thought she could stand strong in his presence. She was wrong, though, and her own name was her undoing. She let out another sob as her entire body erupted in orgasm, clamping down on him so tight he actually hissed. She thought she was babbling incoherently, almost on the verge of tears as the orgasm consumed her, body and soul. It was causing every nerve ending to fire off and shut down. But as her body unclenched and he started moving again, so gentle as he pumped in and out, she could finally hear herself.
“You. It's you, Wulf. Only you. Always you. Just you.”
15
Katya woke up with a start the next morning. She was completely under her sheet, her head covered and all. She struggled with it before finally pulling it away her face.
The morning sun was coming through her windows. That perfect kind of light, where everything glows white, but isn't hot to the touch. She glanced at her end table, but her lamp and alarm clock were on the ground. When she looked up, the picture that usually hung over her bed was gone. It had fallen behind her headboard.
Hmmm, might've gotten a little crazy last night …
She glanced to her right and instantly, warmth spread across her chest. Wulf was asleep next to her. Hadn't he said he didn't like to spend the night with women? Maybe he'd meant only in his apartment. Either way, she didn't care. He'd never spent a full night with her before, and that's all that mattered.
She sat up and took her time looking him over. God, what a body. He had such fair skin, especially contrasted with her own naturally tan skin, and almost no body fat. Just sleek muscles, long and lean, built from a lifetime lived in a pool. A pillow was covering his face, hiding a strong jaw and a sharp nose – even in repose, he had a tendency to look like he was glaring. Like he was ready to fire somebody. His face was just structured that way, but he was still gorgeous, with his thick brown hair softening the overall look. His blue eyes were charming almost to a fault, and when he smiled, he could stop her dead in her tracks.
She dropped her eyes lower, but a sheet was loosely draped low across his hips. Hair trailed low on his stomach, becoming thick before the fabric cut off her view. She glanced down at herself. She was still completely naked. Wulf was obviously naked – if the low sheet hadn't given it away, the massive morning erection he was sporting would've. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, then turned and leaned over her bed. Grabbed at the alarm clock and picked it up.
Almost six in the morning. She laid back down and stared at the ceiling for a second. Let memories from the night before wash over her. What a bad man, making her admit such horrible things. She felt like such a disloyal friend, and Liam had been so good to her. But the truth was the truth, and Wulf had dragged it from her screaming, traitorous, orgasmic body. And if she was still willing to be truthful, it had been hot. He'd been so demanding of her. So forceful. So out of control. Her ass was sore, her thighs were weak, and her scalp was still tingling. She loved it.
Her teeth pressed down into her lip as she looked over his sleeping form. He rarely ever spent the whole night with women, he'd said. No one had ever looked at him like a Christmas present, he'd implied. She wanted to reinforce both of those things for him. Unwrap him, and show him how good the morning after could be.