<b>Chapter </b><b>170 </b>


    <b>She </b><b>turned </b>toward him, her hands working at his belt. <b>“</b>Your turn.<b>” </b>


    <b>But </b><b>he </b>caught her hands again, his expression suddenly serious. “Keira, we need to talk about protection.”


    Reality crashed back in. They were in a warehouse, held captive, with no ess to contraception. The responsible thing would <b>be </b><b>to </b><b>stop</b>, <b>to </b>wait until they were safe and could take.


    proper precautions.


    But looking into his eyes, feeling the connection between them that had nothing to do with physical attraction and everything to <b>do </b>with something deeper, she found she didn’t care about being responsible. They may never get another chance at this. If things went <b>badly </b>she wanted to experience this. Forget doing the right thing.


    “Are you on the pill?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of stopping when they were both so far gone.


    “No,” she admitted. “But it wouldn’t matter. I couldn’t get to it


    His jaw tightened. “If we do this, you could get pregnant.”


    anyway.”


    The words made her freeze, thinking of her cycle. “I should be okay. Wrong time of the month.” It wasn’t entirely true, it was close, but she didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t stop. Not now. She needed him regardless of what cameter.


    Something flickered in his eyes, control warring with desire. “Keira…”


    “I know the risks,” she said firmly. “I’m choosing this. Choosing you. Please.”


    For a moment she thought he might argue, might do the responsible thing for once which would really piss her off. Then his control snappedpletely. He kissed her hard, pouring all his pent–up need into the connection of their mouths. She could taste herself and it pushed her renewed desire into overdrive.


    She helped him out of his remaining clothes, her hands shaking with anticipation. When he was finally naked beside her, she took a moment to appreciate the full picture. He was beautiful, all lean muscle and golden skin, exactly as magnificent as the tabloid photos had suggested but somehow more real, more hers. “Shit, you are hung.”


    “Keira.”


    “Sorry but it had to be said.” She had never seen one so big. She wasn’t talking stupid like you would read about in women’s books. But it had to be a good length; the thing that worried her was how thick he was. Was that normal?


    He positioned himself above her, his weight supported on his forearms, making her forget her line of thinking once he nudged her, oh god the heat.


    “Are you sure?” he asked but she could hear he was so close.


    “Stop asking, I’m more sure than I’ve ever been about anything,” she replied without hesitation.


    He entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust. The feeling of him filling her<b>, </bpleting her, was overwhelming. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, She felt stretched to her limit.


    “God, Keira,” he breathed against her ear. “You feel incredible.”


    He began to move, setting a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies finding a perfect rhythm that felt so good.


    The rhythm between them grew more desperate, more urgent. What started as gentle exploration transformed into something primal <b>and </b>


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    <b>consuming</b>. <b>Alexel’s </b><b>restraint </b><b>shattered </b><bpletely </b>as Keira’s nails raked down his sweaty back, her body <b>arching </b><b>beneath </b><b>him</b>.


    <b>Harder</b><b>,</b><b>” </b><b>she </b>gasped against his ear, her voice rough with need.


    <b>He </b><b>responded </b>immediately, his hips driving into her with increased force. The narrow cot creaked beneath them with each <b>powerful </b><b>thrust </b><b>but </b>neither cared about the noise. The world had narrowed to this moment, this connection between them. He was hitting <b>somewhere </b>inside her she had never experienced before.


    Keira’s breath came in short pants as he pounded into her, each stroke hitting deeper than thest hitting that spot. The intensity was <b>almost </b>overwhelming, but she craved more. She’d never felt so thoroughly imed, sopletely possessed.


    “Like that,” she whispered, her legs tightening around his waist. “Don’t stop.”


    Alexei’s control was gone entirely now. He grabbed her thigh pulling it higher up his body as he drove into her relentlessly, his movements rough and demanding. The sound of skin against skin echoed in the small space, mingling with their ragged breathing and muffled cries.


    “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his release. “So perfect.”


    The words sent heat spiraling through her core. She could feel another orgasm building, more intense than the first. Her inner walls clenched around him, drawing a harsh curse from his lips.


    “I’m close,” she panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She knew she would be leaving marks on him but didn’t care.


    “Come for me,” hemanded, his rhythm bing even more punishing. “Let me feel you. I need you to let go.”


    Thebination of his words and the relentless pace pushed her over the edge. She bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cry as


    the


    orgasm tore through her, more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced. Her body convulsed around him, muscles contracting in


    waves.


    Alexei followed her over, his own release iming him with a force that left him shaking. He buried his face in her neck, his body rigid as he


    spilled inside her with a low, guttural groan.


    Theyy tangled together afterward, both breathing hard. Keira’s body still trembled with aftershocks, oversensitive and sated. She mped down on him one more time and shuttered.


    Alexei’s weight pressed her into the thin mattress, but she didn’t want him to move.


    “Jesus,” she whispered when she could finally speak.


    He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes still dark with satisfaction. “Are you okay?”


    “More than okay.” She traced the line of his jaw with trembling fingers. “That was…”


    “Intense,” he finished for her.


    She nodded, unable to find better words. Nothing had prepared her for the raw intensity of being with him like this. The desperation of their situation had stripped away all pretense, all careful control, leaving only pure need and connection.


    Alexei shifted slightly, but didn’t withdraw from her body. “No regrets?”


    “None,” she said firmly, surprising herself with the certainty in her voice.


    “I’m d.”


    “<i>We </i>should clean up,” Keira said reluctantly. “Get dressed.”


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    <b>Alexei </b>nodded, though he made no move to release her. “Five more minutes”


    <b>She </b>smiled against his chest. “Five more minutes.”


    When they finally forced themselves to move, they took turns in the small bathroom, cleaning up as best they could. Keira retrieved <b>her </b>underwear, now dry, and slipped back into her ruined dress. Alexei redressed in his wrinkled clothes.


    They settled back on the cot together..


    “What happens when we get out of here?” Keira asked, voicing the question that hung between them.


    “I don’t know,” Alexei admitted. “But I want to find out. Do you?”


    She looked into his eyes, seeing her own hope reflected there. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I do.”


    His smile caught the faint light as he drew her closer, settling her head


    <i>on </i><i>his </i>


    shoulder again.


    “We need to rest,” Keira murmured.


    “I know.” His words came from above. “Don’t leave my arms.‘


    Fatigue pulled at her despite her attempts to remain awake.


    “Rest,” Alexei whispered, reading her resistance.


    “You need sleep as well. Your injury-”


    “It’s ok.” He brushed his lips across her forehead. “Rest, Keira. I’ve got <i>you</i>.”


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