Pleasure on pleasure.
She writhed and screamed as another orgasm caught her up and carried her to the pinnacle again.
And just when everything should have grown quiet, he felt a third wave launch, for both of them.
He drove faster as he came, as she came, as together they reached the top of another mountain of shared ecstasy. She held him pinned in her arms, crying out, shouting and holding him fast.
It seemed like an eternity before his body began to settle and her grip on him lessened.
Slowly her legs released him, then her arms. She lay on her back, her hands touching his shoulders lightly, her eyes closed. She breathed hard in deep gasps, her mouth open.
When at last he lay slack on top of her and his own breathing had evened out, he smiled.
He didn’t want to leave her body. Ever.
She stroked his hair and the back of his neck, using both her hands. She kissed his forehead repeatedly. He felt her gratitude, a perfect reflection of his own.
* * *
Shayna knew now that on every possible level, she’d never really had sex before. She’d had a few thrills, yes, but never sex.
She felt so connected to Marius, truly one with him, that she never wanted to leave.
He was her man.
He always would be.
That thought, so out of left field, hit home, striking deep and burning a hole through her heart.
Marius was her man.
She rubbed his back, savoring the dips and falls of his muscular shoulders. She hugged him repeatedly.
He lay very quiet on top of her, his weight a layer of pleasure all on its own. He was still buried inside her and in a half state of arousal that felt really good, beyond good. Amazing.
The cords were still attached to her wrists. She lifted one to look at it. She wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d snapped the wood off. Instead, the cord had shredded near the knot around the post.
That moment, of breaking free, had released something tremendous inside her, a rush of euphoria equally as profound as the series of orgasms she’d just experienced.
She truly felt liberated from the emotional pain and trauma she’d endured at Michelson’s hands.
She could move forward now, and it crossed her mind that she needed to have a long conversation with the Seattle Police Department. She wanted the trauma that she’d experienced at Michelson’s hands on record just in case any other women came forward. She might even have to charge him for what he did. Better to stop him now than to have his criminal mind decide to step up his game and actually murder the next woman he got involved with.
Marius stirred and lifted himself up to look at her. He kissed her. “Thinking about things?”
“Yes.” She told him she now intended to visit the Seattle PD and to report what had happened to her. “I just think it ought to be out there.”
“I think that’s wise.” He shifted, easing out of her. “I’ll get you something.”
“Thank you.”
He left the bed, heading for the bathroom, and a minute later brought a washcloth back to tuck between her legs. He kissed her on the lips then returned to the bathroom.
As she lay in bed, the vision of all those village children going down both sides of the potluck table suddenly whipped through her head.
What if Marius got her pregnant?
But she was so full of feel-good hormones that she released a deep sigh and wallowed in the delicious feeling of bringing a child of his into the world.