Page 210 of A Touch of Poison
I’d said it before, but this time…
His eyebrows squeezed together, and his fingers tightened around my thigh, and I knew he understood.
This time, there was only us.
No Robin. No contract that said I belonged to anyone else.
In every possible sense I was my own woman and I could say what I gave, if anything, to anyone else.
And I was Bastian’s.
I chose him.
And now no one could get in the way of that.
“Yes, you are.” His canines flashed as he pulled me down his dick, wringing a strangled cry from me. “Mine, Katherine.Mine.” He said it with each thrust, gaze flicking between mine and the point where he disappeared into me.
The pleasure in me soared, no longer building—that was a mundane, limited thing—but flying higher and higher, untethered by anything so tedious as gravity, almost at the sun.
“And I’m yours.” He said it savagely, like he dared the world to tear us apart again. “Yours,” he bellowed as he filled me so thoroughly, I thought I might die from it.
I reached that bright and obliterating place, body burning up with pleasure, heart too full, mind fractured and unable to hold things like fear or thought.
All I knew was Bastian’s body locked with mine in ferocious joy, and my fingers digging into his arms like that would stop me spinning away into space entirely.
He went rigid as he gushed into me with a hoarse cry, joining me in the overwhelming oneness of us.
Slowly, like a feather, I drifted back to earth. Slick and sticky with sweat, we caught our breath. He smiled and kissed my shoulder as he lifted me off himself and watched as his come spilled from me.
I bit my lip, something fascinating about the sight. I felt at once completely powerful and utterly filthy, like maybe the second of those two things wasn’tbadlike I’d been told but actually a secret path to the first one.
“Katherine,” he murmured against my skin, “I love you. Beyond all reason. Beyond all control. Beyond everything. I love you.”
My heart didn’t just skip—it tripped and fell. I broke away from the mirror and turned in his lap, meeting his gaze directly. “And I love you. There is no reason when I’m with you. I give up control. I give you everything, and I love that you give everything right back.”
We kissed, slow and deep—deep enough to touch my weary, broken soul.
And perhaps Bastian’s hobby wasn’t only contained to his workroom, because I felt a little less broken than I had before coming to Tenebris.
Eventually, he pulled away, cupping my cheek. “We should have a wash and get ready.”
I scoffed and nudged my nose to his. “Iwasready untilsomeonehad other ideas.”
“I can’t imagine what you’re talking about.” He grinned. “We have time for a shower… together.”
The promise of it fluttered through me. Bastian had a shower in his bathroom and its warm rain was my new favourite thing. The water spilling over my body and my scalp was like a thousand touches, and the first time I’d used it, it had brought me to my knees.
I glanced at the orrery on the mantelpiece. Barely enough time. Though a glint in his eye told me that he was ready for more.
Eyes narrowed, I pressed a hand to his chest. “Justa shower.”
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Kat
It wasnotjust a shower.
And wewerelate to the meeting.
