When is it Enough

Chapter 14 - Everything to be Nervous About

Aleksander never chewed jurda, but he imagined that it would feel like this. Every part of his being was alive. Every nerve was on fire. The last few days weighed heavily on his bones, but his muscles refused to sit still. His mind refused to slow down.

Jurda, however, could never simulate the heady rush of her mouth crashing into his.

As soon as the door to the cramped room shut, her hands were tugging his shirt over his head. His hands quickly fell to her waist, rucking hers up to her shoulders. She whined as he broke their furious kiss to free her soft, delicious torso from its confines. She discarded his shirt as he did hers.

He tasted blood as she jabbed at him with her teeth and tongue. He parried with his own, smiling against her lips at her ferocity. She moaned, and it sent a blast of ice-cold wind down his spine.

His pants felt far too tight. His whole body felt too tight.

Pushing her up against the door, he lifted her by her ass, and she encircled his waist with thighs corded with deceptively strong muscle. Her body made a heavy thud against the worn wood, the brutality of it seeming only to encourage her. Her breath came in hot against his right ear, gasping for the breath she'd lost against his lips. He kissed her neck, drawing down on the apex of her shoulder.

She ground against his lower stomach, sifting her fingers through his jaw-length hair and gripping it like it was the only thing holding her aloft. Aleksander feared he might finish right there.

"Aleksander?" she moaned breathlessly. He would never get tired of hearing his name from her kiss-swollen lips.

"Mm," he replied, mouth decidedly busy as he licked down to her breast. His hand fumbled with the clasp holding her bra in place.

"I- ugh," she failed to say anything as he succeeded in his task, swirling the newly freed nipple in his mouth. He lapped and flicked until the skin was flush, the bud hard against his palette. He lightly rolled the pebbled tip between his teeth. Her head dropped back and hit the door with a thud.

He looked up immediately, concerned that she'd hurt herself. She looked down at him, hair mussed, lips pink, and eyes blown wide. They were making a beautiful mess of each other.

"Bed," she breathed, and she gasped as he swung her around with little effort to deposit her onto the hard surface.

He was tugging at her pants as soon as she hit the sheets.

She laughed at him as he tried to remove every layer of clothing between him and her. "Boots first."

"Too complicated," he growled, abandoning her pants and underwear at her ankles.

She only managed to roll her eyes around halfway before Aleksander tongue descended on her core and they fluttered closed.

Sensation blossomed from the apex of her thighs. Alina arched into Aleksander's mouth, encouraging him to delve deeper. He grabbed her knee and hoisted her legs over his head, so her knees rested on his shoulders, ankles on his back, trapping him between her unwanted pants and her dripping cunt.

She was breathing heavily when they locked eyes again. Something almost feral lay underneath his hungry gaze. Something deeply excited lay beneath hers.

"Aleksander."

"Alina."

He dove back down into her, his hot, frantic breath heating her center as he slipped two fingers inside her. She let out a sinfully dirty moan. He chuckled against her clit as he began to work her open, sending vibrations up her spine. Her legs kicked and her hips bucked under him as she struggled against the confines of the unremoved pants.