Page 137 of Anton

My name barely makes it out of her mouth before I kiss her again. Lavender fledges over our legs as I walk her back a few steps, one palm gripping the back of her head and the other braced at her waist. When we reach an open patch in the middle of the field, I lower her onto the grass, her dress spreading around her thighs.

I climb over her, my body molding to hers as my mouth claims her again, unable to stop now that I’ve had a taste. She drags my shirt up, the warmth of her hands sliding across my back as I help her take it off and throw it aside.

Thora stares up at me, mouth swollen, eyes too clear and trusting, and then her grip slips to my belt.

“I want you too.” She reaches up and steals another kiss, her fingers urgently undoing the buckle before pulling the zipper down.

I don’t question her desire or how she keeps giving it to me, even when I don’t understand why she never gives up on me. I envy that because I gave up on myself a long time ago.

Sliding out of my shoes, I push the pants down my hips, my cock dragging against the heat of her through her panties. When I reach down and slide the fabric to the side, her eyes squeeze shut and her legs open wider as my finger spreads her wet pussy.

Her hand slips between us, and the first stroke of her fingers around my cock makes my jaw clench.

“Blyat.”

Her hand flexes around me as she strokes, splintering the last of my restraint. I hold her stare and drive two fingers inside her, bending them exactly how she likes, and the sound she makes nearly ruins me.

“That feel good, detka?”

“Yes.” She squeezes my cock, dragging a curse from me as my thumb circles her clit and my fingers continue fucking her.

If she doesn’t stop soon, I’ll come before this even begins.

“Don’t,” I groan, catching her wrist. “You’re too good at that.” My mouth drags along the side of her throat. “And I want to keep you for a little longer.”

Thora rests her forehead against mine, soaked and squeezing my fingers as her hips rock in small, desperate circles. Every breathless sound she makes has me swearing I’ll never walk away from her again.

“You’re mine, Thora Whitlock. I’m more convinced of that right now than I ever was before.”

My fingers keep moving as she trembles against me, and when her hips start chasing the climax on their own, the need to be inside her turns violent.

“Anton…please…” Her hand finds me again, folding around my length. “I need you inside me.”

A groan tears out of me as I pull her against my mouth, rolling us until she’s on top of me. She grips my cock, her stare riveted to mine as she sinks down and takes every inch. She turns motionless, her cunt stretched hot around me, and for a second, I can’t breathe.

I never realized how much I’d been missing in my life until she entered it. I don’t know if it would’ve been better to never know this at all, or if having her for even a little while is worth the pain of losing her later.

Because this won’t last. It can’t. There are too many obstacles in our way.

But I’ll fight it. I’ll fight for her. To have her. To keep her. To⁠—

I can’t finish the thought.

Instead, I grab the back of her head and bring her down to me, taking her mouth with everything I don’t know how to say. My tongue pushes past her lips, invading her the same way I’ve invaded every corner of her life since the moment she became my target.

She gives it right back, just as desperate, her body moving over mine until her groans vibrate against my tongue. Her core clenches around me, her hips rolling as she takes what she needs. My hands slide over her thighs, her hips, the curve of her waist, needing to touch all of her.

Her tongue strokes mine as she rides me, hungrier now, and my hips thrust up to meet hers, the kiss turning rougher, needier, into something that feels too much like a promise neither of us is ready to make.

When I ram deeper inside her, her nails dig into my shoulders, her cries growing desperate as she sits up and rides me harder, eyes closed while the sun beats down on her. I drag the straps of her dress down, baring her breasts, and tug on her nipple until her mouth parts and her eyes lock on mine.

Thora’s pace falters, pleasure catching her off guard when I thrust up a little harder.

“Yes, right there,” she moans.

I do it again, gripping her hips roughly, wanting to give her everything I’m capable of. Those brown eyes narrow, her chest rising and falling with each gasp as my cock slides out and pounds back in. She’s close, her body trembling, on the brink of collapsing over me.

“Anton…” she cries, and I lower her down, my mouth brushing over hers.