Oh boy, you've guessed it, it's smut time again.

Look for the stars. Everything in between the two rows of stars is just FILTHY! You're relatively safe outside of them. Have fun my loves!

How they made it through dinner with Ernst, Anna had no idea. Both of them had barely been able to keep their hands off one another, always finding little ways to touch and tease.

Ernst had very much caught onto their games and grumpily made excuses about his long journey home not long after dinner had finished. Anna was glad. She was pretty decided that his company was not one she would willingly keep. She was certainly interested to meet his family though. What in the world would they be like?

Mathias wasted no time in taking Anna straight back to his. He seemed to be driving especially fast, even though he'd made it clear that he didn't live far away at all.

'So, you want to celebrate Hanukkah with us this year?' Anna asked, her hand keeping Mathias' in place over her thigh.

'Whatever means I spend the most time with you,' he said. 'And you'll come to Christmas?'

'Of course,' she said, trying not to chuckle at the absurdity that they were making plans several months in advance. She was past caring about how ridiculous it all was at this point. Mathias was throwing himself into it just as much as she was. Why not indulge?

'My grandmother will be thrilled,' he said with a small laugh. 'You'll be the first woman I've ever brought home.'

'Really? You didn't even sneak girls in when you were a teenager?'

Mathias scoffed. 'No. I don't like anyone else in my bed.' His eyes caught hers for a brief moment before settling on the road. 'You are the exception to every rule I've ever set.'

Infinitely pleased, Anna nestled into him, breathing in his cool, fresh scent.

The buildings around them were all tall and infinitely lavish. They were at the very heart of Berlin, where the wealthy elite lived and played. As they turned onto Rüdersdorfer Strasse, Anna couldn't help but let her mouth fall open. She came from money... but not this sort of money.

The trees down the street were overly pruned and perfectly presented. No cars lined the road and even the pavements seemed pristine. This was still the epicentre of Berlin. This wasn't a residential area, and yet so much care and attention had gone into its presentation.

They drove leisurely towards a tall, white building, ornate fixings adorning the very top and lower levels. Mathias cut off to the left and drove down into an underground garage. He parked up, the cut of the engine plunging them into silence.

Where he usually paused, Mathias instead eagerly grabbed her bag and his other suit off the back seat before darting around to open Anna's door for her. When she was close beside him, he led her up a short flight of steps to the lobby.

This was just as ornate at the outside. There was a neatly uniformed guard on the door, who tipped his hat to Mathias before he went back to watching the street.

The lobby floor was marble, the ceilings high and the walls all dark wood. Even the long wall of post boxes was all in the same dark wood, with individual brass numbers garnishing every small door.

'Let me guess,' Anna said as Mathias took her into the lift. 'You have the penthouse?'

'Would you expect any less of me?' he asked as he pulled the doors shut.

'Of course not.'

Grinning, Mathias kept his arm tight around her, leaving her only briefly to open the lift on arrival and then again to open his front door.

Mathias set her bag down by the small telephone table, in a deep blue velvet chair, his suit thrown carelessly on top. Anna peered around him to take in her surroundings.

The penthouse was huge. Several rooms all led off from the long, black and white tiled hallway, every single door large and ornate. He had leaned into the 1920's architecture, an art deco theme all pervading.

Anna was surprised that he simply ushered her in, helping her to remove her outer layer. She had expected him to have stripped her fully and had her on the floor. Instead, he hung her cardigan in the small discreet cupboard in the hallway, then led her to the living room.

A sleek, black velvet couch sat pride of place a top a beautifully woven black and white rug that was surrounded by more chairs in a similar upholstery. The walls were a deep blue, gold lamps sitting atop dark wood tables throughout. There was a large fire place opposing the seating; most of the mantle seemed purely for decorative purposes as the fire itself was gas. To the side was a fully stocked bar, a huge mirror set behind the marble topped cabinet.

It was incredibly masculine whilst remaining chic and impressive. Everything was spotless too, though she suspected that was down to a cleaner rather than Mathias himself. He had exacting standards, but didn't seem like the type to upkeep.

'Your apartment is beautiful,' she murmured as he went over to the bar.

Smiling, he began fixing them each a drink. 'You've only seen one room.'

'Did you design it yourself?'

'Of course,' he replied, leaning down to get some champagne from a chiller box. 'I won't settle for less than perfection.' He popped the cork in a smooth, swift movement, his eyes never leaving hers.

Blushing, Anna stood fiddling with her fingers. Is that why he liked her so much? Because she was perfection to him? Instead of pondering, she focused on him pouring her a glass of Dom Pérignon into a cut crystal coupé.

He made up a bucket of ice from the chiller box, nestling the champagne in there before he poured himself a neat vodka.

'You didn't need to open that just for me,' she chastised as he finally turned with both drinks in hand.

'Of course I did. I want you to have everything you want.' He passed her the glass, his finger stroking hers as she took it. Turning, he went and sat down in the couch furthest from her. Anna made to join him but he shook his head, making a short sharp noise to halt her as he sipped his drink.

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His throat bobbed as he swallowed the vodka, letting out a small satisfied gasp as he set the drink on an end table close to him. 'Crawl to me.'

Frozen, Anna took a deep, calming breath. 'Excuse me?'

He sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his eyes undressed her. 'Crawl to me, little cuckoo bird. I want to see you on your knees.'

Still Anna didn't move. She couldn't deny that her throat tightened with need, sparks fluttering through her right down to her core. That devilish look on his face was all the incentive she needed to drop to her knees and do exactly as he asked. But giving him the upper hand was still not something she was ever prepared to do in entirety. He had completely run the show earlier. Perhaps, she should try obstinance again.

Slowly, Anna walked a little way towards him, draining her glass of the champagne before she set it down.

His gaze didn't leave her once, and she noticed him shift a little as though it might stay his overtures.

'What do I get if I do?' she asked, her voice surprisingly calm.

His mouth twisted into a delighted, smug grin. 'Bargaining will get you less than if you simply obey.'

The back and forth was thrilling. She wanted to push again. 'I'm not crawling to you for nothing, Mathias. What do I get?'

He sat back, lazily stretching his arm across the back of the sofa. 'I'll let you ride my face if you come here right now.'

Swallowing, Anna tried her best to hide how much she wanted to do that.

Of course though, he saw. 'But I also get to punish you properly for the first time.'

'Earlier wasn't enough?'

'Not by a long shot.'

Slipping her shoes off, Anna focused on him as she removed her clothes, glacial in her every movement. She wanted to tease him, feel the power over him that he had over her. 'How will you punish me?' Her dress dropped to the floor, Anna now only in her underwear.

'I told you before, I want to make your backside red with my hand. I want to see my mark on you, plainly.'

'That's quite the punishment,' she returned, reaching around to remove her brassier.

'I was going to rip that off with my teeth,' he cut in.

Anna paused. Embarrassment coloured her cheeks, but she decided to ignore it. For the first time in her life, she really felt confident in her sexual desires. He'd told her to explore them. That was what she was going to do.

'I want to be naked while you're fully clothed,' she said, unhooking the back and discarding her brassier to the ground. 'Except for my diamond, of course.'

His jaw tightened as she stood opposite him. The air around her skin peaked her nipples, Anna standing tall with bold and brazen need.

'Just how I imagined it.' Mathias let out a long breath. 'I'm surprised by your gumption, little cuckoo bird.'

Panic swirled in Anna's gut. Had she done this wrong? Had she just made a fool of herself.

'No,' he said sharply, making Anna jump. 'Don't doubt yourself.'

She really was an open book to him.

'I like seeing you this way for me,' he continued. 'But I'm afraid the moment I have you on my lap, you'll be too focused on how I feel inside you to do anything other than beg.'

Biting her lip to keep her nerve, Anna slipped off her underwear, finally completely bare. 'Who says I'll beg?'

Grinning, Mathias loosened his shirt button. 'Your whole body does. Every curve is begging for my touch, your nipples desperate for my tongue.' His gaze dipped down. 'And don't even get me started on that pretty cunt of yours. I can still taste your sweetness from earlier.'

Letting out a long breath, Anna dug her fingers into her thighs, almost to hold herself up. Giving into this obscene way of speaking was the greatest thing she had ever done. Knowing he wanted to do this with her forever made her forget how vulgar it was. Now, it was only exciting.

Pointing his index finger, he tapped his knee twice. The command was clear.

Crawl.

Sinking neatly to her knees, Anna placed her hands on the rug in front of her, keeping her eyes on her target. His legs sat wide open, the perfect space to tuck herself into. Ignoring the rapid pace of her heart, Anna began her journey across the floor.

Every lithe, slinking movement was watched closely by her lover, each pace closer making him draw a deeper breath. The need he had for her was abundant and so perfectly delicious. She couldn't help but think she would do anything if it meant he always looked at her like that.

As she reached him, she placed her hands just above his knees, drawing herself up so that her back arched towards him.

'Perfect,' he breathed, leaning forward and crushing his lips to hers.

There was no slow build up to this kiss. His tongue explored hers immediately, his strong hands wrapped in her hair as their kiss darkened and deepened. Tugging her up, he spread her legs wide and set them either side of his hips, one hand trailing down her spine to cup her buttocks. He grabbed one, pulling her closer to him so that his length rubbed against her intimately. He helped her hips to grind against him, palming the flesh of her backside to the point of mild pain.

Reaching down, Anna fiddled with his trouser buttons, exposing him to take him in her hand. He more than filled her palm, Anna delighted by the way he groaned and bucked into her grip. The thought of sliding down so he was sheathed inside her made her entire body hot with need. Pushing up onto her knees, she lined him up and let herself move down again.

Both of them groaned in unison, Anna adjusting to the new sensation of him so deep. So eager to come, Anna began to move, the depravity of him nearly too much. Her fingers tangled into his shirt and she revelled in the feel of his clothes against her flushed, naked skin. It was decadence in the best sense of the word. Winding her arms around his neck, she kissed him again, whimpering into his mouth with every grind of her hips.

Breaking their kiss, he yanked her head back by her hair and took a nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking in rhythm with his squeezing hand on her buttocks.

Anna's head fell back, moans drawn from her throat in a long luxurious song.

'You were so good crawling to me,' he murmured against her skin, moving across to the other nipple before he spoke again. 'It almost pains me to have to punish you.' In one swift movement, he flipped her so that she was bent over the arm of the sofa. 'Almost.'

Leaving her hair, he ran that hand down her back to meet his other at her backside. The feel of his trousers brushing against her made her heart flutter. It felt so much more delicious when she was the only one naked.

'You're going to count for me, sweet cuckoo bird,' he said, his voice low and throaty. 'For each strike, I want you to sing out the number. Understand?'

'Yes,' Anna said, her voice breathless. She was scared in the best way possible. Never in her life had she imagined doing something like this, yet it felt so right. Wrong, but right.

Kneading her flesh, one hand disappeared for a moment, before he brought it down with a hard, loud smack.

Anna jolted forward with the force of it, pain searing across her skin as she gasped in shock.

'I told you to count,' he gritted out.

'One,' Anna managed, as she adjusted to the discomfort.

'Better.' He brought his hand down on the same spot, Anna crying out in shock before she managed to shout the number. There was no pause between three and four, Anna screaming the numbers together in a garbled mess. Every blow he delivered hurt, but dear god did she like it.

If Anna lived her normal life with the burning intensity she did, then it made sense that this was something she needed. Mathias was right; convention wasn't enough. This feral approach to lovemaking was intoxicating.

Stopping at seven, Mathias drew back.

Confused, Anna made to turn around. Then she felt his tongue on her tortured flesh. Again she cried out, but from ecstasy as his tongue and hands massaged the swollen skin on her arse. Kicking her legs further apart, he left her again for the briefest of moments. Then he was on his back, tugging her so that his face went straight between her thighs.

'Oh god,' Anna breathed, suddenly terrified she would crush him. She tried to climb off but his hands eagerly grabbed her thighs, cementing her position over him. His tongue was everywhere, the sensation so glorious that her hips mirrored the movement. He growled against her, encouraging her to chase the release she was already so close to claiming. The more she reacted, the further he pushed, as though her release was just as vital to him as it was to her. She was so close, teetering on the fall of the most sensational orgasm.

Then he pulled free of her.

Anna looked over her shoulder, her entire body tingling with the sting of his absence as she steadied herself on the arm rest. 'Why did you stop again?'

Smiling, he wiped his mouth with the edge of his fingers, licking them clean almost instinctively.

Anna squeezed her legs together, very aware of her throbbing pulse.

'I told you. I want you begging.'

'That's cruel,' she spat, her desire not abated.

Grinning, he grabbed her hips, smoothing over them with his palms before he fully gripped them and pulled himself in again.

Anna mewled, her head falling to the arm rest in defeat. She would just revel in his triumph alongside him. Then she felt him bend towards her, wrapping his arm around her torso and pulling her up so her back pressed against his chest.

'What's happening?' she managed, looking back to him.

Smiling, her cupped her jaw. 'Look.' He turned her gaze forward.

Now Anna understood.

The ornate mirror behind the bar showed them perfectly.

Mathias kept his arms wrapped around her, playing with her breasts so her head fell back onto his shoulder. 'This is how you're going to come,' he whispered to her, every single word he spoke laden with heat and wanting. 'You're going to watch as I touch you and fill you so fucking flawlessly.'

Anna couldn't speak as he found his pace. It was all she could do to keep her eyes open and watch their mirror image. There was a deep flush to her cheeks and chest, but the rest of her body remained creamy white, melting into him so absolutely. The muscles in his arms were beautifully pronounced against her softness, even through his shirt. He was hard lines and she was sweeping curves.

'Look at how fucking perfect we are together,' he said through gritted teeth. 'You see how well you take me?'

'Yes,' she managed in a whine.

'You were made for me. Just me.' His relentless rhythm quickened, one hand slipping slowly down her belly to touch her below.

'Mathias!' she cried, every single nerve in her body ignited as his teasing finger moved in torturous circles.

'That's it,' he said, a guttural grunt grinding out of his clenched jaw. 'Say my name when you come. Show me how I own you.'

Higher and higher she climbed towards this peak, its end in sight but still out of reach. Every time she thought she could let go it simply continued to build. 'Please!' She spluttered.

His laugh was deep and throaty in her ear. 'Please what?'

'Please let me come.'

His fingers applied just the slightest bit of extra pressure. 'Beg me more.'

The words were tumbling from her mouth in an anguished flurry. 'I'm begging you. Please Mathias. I want to come for you. I need to...'

She gasped again as he tweaked her nipple with his thumb, biting her neck to the point of suffering. It swirled and contorted into something beyond pain, beyond pleasure. It was the perfect mix of the two and she could handle it no longer.

Gripping his arms to anchor herself to him, Anna succumbed to the euphoria they had chased together. Her orgasm was powerful, stars dancing across her vision as she slumped against him.

Mathias held her tight, every thrust brutal and secular in purpose. She could do nothing but continue to ride the wave, her body moulded completely to his. His moans were the most delicious serenade, the way he spat out obscenities so utterly perfect. As he finished, he fell forward, pressing her into the couch as together they sweat and panted through their joy. She could feel every pulse of his climax as he pushed his cock so deep into her, the sinful throbs fell in time to her heartbeat.

When Anna came to, she was entirely aware how much the skin on her backside hurt. It was incredibly sore, each tender nerve snagged against his clothes. Why did she like it so much?

Pulling out with a satisfied gasp, Mathias sat up. Anna turned over to see him completely dazed and dishevelled, his chest rising and falling heavily with each gasping breath he took. He turned his dark gaze on her, his icy eyes taking in her image.

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'Oh the things I'm going to do to you tonight,' he said in a low voice. 'You'll never set foot in a church again.'

Anna smiled. 'Good thing I never went anyway then.'

Mathias reached for his vodka and drained it, resting the cold glass on his chest for a moment before he set it on the table again. 'Let me show you the bathroom,' he said, pushing to his feet. 'We'll explore the shower together. Then, I'll show you the bedroom.'

Stunned, Anna took his proffered hand. 'Is two times not enough for you?'

Wrapping his arm around her frame, he brushed her hair behind her ear with his free hand. 'It will never be enough. I will never have my fill of you.'

Anna reached up and kissed him gently. 'Then take me to the shower, and we can get started.'

Scooping her up, Mathias carried her away, ready to start this depraved dance all over again.

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Tipping his head back, Mathias took a long drag on his cigarette, his fingers buried into Anna's hair. He lounged on his bed, the sheets tangled around him and Anna as she dozed beside him. Her head was in his lap, her soft curves pressed against his leg as she lay sprawled across the mattress. She was exhausted, the handprints on her arse a beautiful contrast to the crisp Egyptian cotton beneath her.

He'd never had a woman in his bed before.

This was his space. A place that he retreated to so he could set his mind at rest.

Yet he'd never felt so relaxed as he did having Anna curled around him. She had approached their evening together with unbridled enthusiasm. He hadn't expected for her to last as long as she did. If he was sore, then she had to be in agony.

After their little session on the sofa, they'd played so many different games for so many hours. The shower, which was only supposed to be to clean up, had turned into her on her knees again with him in her mouth. He'd finished on her tongue for the first time. Her eyes had shot wide at the sensation, but she'd swallowed him down without question. He hadn't expected that. But she told him it was because she intended to taste him in every way possible. He'd made her come two times in his bed before he fucked her again, just to show her how pleased he was.

Normally, Mathias found missionary a means to an end. It was a great way to get started before he could get to something more exciting. But with Anna, it could be the main event and he'd never get bored. The way her breasts bounced beneath him; her meaty thighs tangled around his; the feel of her soft, plump stomach pressed against his own hard abs sent him into a complete frenzy. He'd nearly ripped the headboard off when he'd been pounding her, his grip on it so tight as she'd clung to him like a little koala bear. Anna had misbehaved that time. She was supposed to wait to come when he did, but she'd not been able to stop herself. Its why she had more marks on her gorgeous backside.

She'd loved that, being bent over his knee. All the way through he'd felt her squeezing her thighs together to stay her own need. He was proud of her for keeping herself under control that time and delaying her orgasm, though there was a part of him that wished she hadn't. Then he would have been able to enforce another punishment.

Plenty of time for that though.

Stubbing out his smoke, he looked down at his sleepy cuckoo bird. Her hair was a complete mess, her cheeks flushed and lifted by a small content smile as she slept soundly. He couldn't help but linger on her bottom lip which hung open just slightly. His cock got hard just thinking about pushing it into that rosebud mouth. But it hurt. He'd never had friction burn quite like this before. It was wonderful.

He allowed his palm to trace down her back, his hand splayed over her as he rubbed her soothingly. She shivered, letting out a soft, content purr before she cozied into him more. Mathias couldn't help but smile. Seeing how much she wanted him, how much she wanted to be here, was addictive. She'd just flopped down after another body shower and declared she needed to rest, with no hesitance about not being in her own bed. He'd expected her to be nervous given that this was so new to her. Instead, she was completely at ease. He was happy to let her sleep here. She needed to be well rested for the other things he had planned.

The telephone rang, shrill and intrusive.

Glaring into the hallway, Mathias let out a long sigh. Very few people had permission to get through to his home number, and only one of them had the gumption to call this bloody late. Or early. However 3AM was termed, it was a ridiculous time to call.

Anna stirred, lifting her head up to squint at him. 'Is that the telephone?'

'It is,' sighed Mathias, easing her off his lap and setting a pillow under her head. 'Go back to sleep. It's nothing important.'

'Okay,' she managed, and nestled into the pillow. It wasn't like her to be so accepting, but he had fucked her so thoroughly that her usual scepticism had disappeared.

Reluctantly, Mathias dragged himself away from her, pulled on his trousers that lay crumpled on the floor and padded into the hallway where the ringing intruder was sounding. Taking the time to spark another cigarette, he finally picked up the receiver. 'What do you want?'

'Great. Already the attitude has started.'

Mathias hated that voice. It was so unwelcome whenever he heard it. 'You've phoned me at three in the fucking morning and I'm busy. What did you expect?'

'What are you so busy with at this hour?'

'Hardly your business.'

'I'm your father, of course it's my business.'

Mathias couldn't help but chuckle at that. Felix was the most reluctant father to ever have existed. 'Is there a reason for calling? Or are you just happy irritating me?'

Felix huffed on the end of the phone, clearly already tired of his son. 'Do you care to explain to me why the Berlin police have a certain badly beaten University professor making accusations against you?'

This time, Mathias couldn't quell a full blown laugh. 'That fucking idiot. I can't believe he reported me.'

'You beat the shit out of him in broad fucking daylight, Mathias.'

'No one but Müller saw me.'

'That's not the point! Why would you leave him alive?'

'I have my reasons.'

'Which are?' There was a long silence. 'You've caused me no end of trouble. I think I should get an explanation.'

'You can think that all you like. It's still my business.'

'Fine. But why do it in the first place? Why are you targeting some sixty year old creep? That's not your usual style...'

'You make it sound like this is a habit of mine.'

Felix swore under his breath. 'Stop behind a petty little cunt and tell me.'

Staying completely silent, Mathias just took a long drag on his cigarette.

Another sigh was drawn from Felix. 'Don't tell me the reason Krause gave was true.'

'What did he say?'

'That you got jealous over a young woman.'

'Oh,' said Mathias as smoke billowed from his mouth, 'that's what the old letch said, was it?'

'Is it true?'

'In a manner of speaking.'

'Elaborate, or I will let you take the fall this time.'

Sucking his teeth, Mathias finally gave in. 'He molested the woman I love. I'm not going to apologise for...'

'The woman you what?' spluttered Felix. 'The woman you love?'

Mathias bared his teeth at his father's mocking tone. 'Yes. The woman I love.'

'Jesus Christ. Your grandmother said you were smitten with some archaeologist, but I didn't for a moment believe it was true.' There was another pause. 'So, what happened with this professor?'

'He was going to rape her. That fucking arsehole stuck his finger inside her against her will and forced himself on her. Are you telling me that doesn't deserve a response?'

'Ah. That's why you tried to cut his finger off with a cigar cutter.'

'That was just a bit of fun.'

Felix coughed out a small laugh. 'I just can't believe you were defending a woman's good graces.'

'I will not have her disrespected and abused.'

'Hmm,' sighed Felix. 'Not surprising that he didn't admit to the real circumstances.'

'Indeed. So is it sorted? Or do I have to go and finish him off?'

'It's sorted.'

At least Felix was good for something.

'Did you pay him?' asked Mathias.

'Yes. I funded his entire dig and then paid him extra compensation.'

'Are you making the donation public knowledge?'

'Of course. It's prudent to demonstrate a good working relationship if we want to dispel suspicion.'

Mathias seethed, his hand now gripping the small end table that the telephone was sat on. 'You publicly funded his fucking expedition? The very thing he was holding over Anna's head so he could do as he pleased with her?'

'Would you prefer that I let him press charges? Then who would protect her, hmm?'

For the first time, Mathias had no answer. He'd never had to consider another person before. Felix would never let the family name fall to ruin, so any little indiscretions were always cleared up for him. But now, if he did do anything reckless, then it could impact Anna. He'd be damned if he let anything take that beautiful smile from her face.

'Fine,' Mathias spat out.

'My, my,' chuckled Felix, Mathias grip on the phone tightening. 'I never thought I'd see the day where you were so cunt struck you fell in line.'

'Of course you'd find it hard. You've never done anything more than settle your dick in something for five minutes before moving on. It's pathetic really.'

'I'm not the one giving up my freedom so readily.'

Mathias laughed, the sound throaty and thorned. 'She is my freedom you fucking moron. Taunt me all you want, you know what this means.'

'Do I?'

'We already share the business, Felix. And with a wife on my arm, I have longevity. Do you think the shareholders will keep faith in a spoiled aging playboy like you? You're the one that's always been so obsessed with looking forward, yet your attitude is so backwards.'

'Ah, so this is all to get at me?'

'Don't flatter yourself. Anna is nothing to do with anyone else. She's mine.'

'Ooooh. Possessive, aren't we?' There was a pause. 'Are you sure you even deserve her?'

Nostrils flared, Mathias slammed the phone down. With a growl he kicked his front door, the sound ringing through the empty hallway. His cigarette was nothing but a long stem of ash, which he stubbed in the nearby ashtray before he began to massage his temples.

That utter shitbag. When the time came, Mathias was really going to enjoy watching his father's demise. He loathed him. More than anything else in this world.

'Mathias,' came a small voice. Anna peered around the bedroom door, her eyes hooded with sleep and her chocolate hair an adorable tangled mess.

He was transfixed as she walked towards him with the sheet thrown over her shoulders. All of his anger ebbed away almost instantly, melting into the nether along with every other care he had. If he had to put up with Felix chastising him then so be it. It was all for her.

Mathias strode towards her, wrapping his arms around her immediately.

'I heard a crash. Are you all right?' she asked, her voice a little hoarse. Probably from the way she'd screamed through her last orgasm.

'Perfectly. I didn't mean to wake you.'

'It's all right. I missed you next to me any way. It's cold without you.'

Did she mean to be so fucking endearing? No, of course she didn't. She just was.

Biting his bottom lip, Mathias slipped his hand under the sheet and let it tumble to the floor, enjoying the sight of her completely naked body as her skin prickled under the chilled air. Her hand instinctively pressed against his chest, her peaked nipples brushing against his skin.

'If you're not careful little cuckoo bird, I'll have you bouncing on my cock again any moment. That would keep you warm.'

Her smile was dreamy, one of her delicate fingers trailing down his stomach. 'I thought we were resting?'

His cock was already throbbing, rising up as though to meet her teasing touch. He definitely ached in every respect, but that didn't matter; he'd rested long enough.

With a grin, he bent down and hauled Anna up by her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist.

'Mathias,' she whined as he pressed her into the wall and left biting kisses on her throat. 'I'm still sensitive.'

'Hmm,' he hummed out, one hand dipping low to run his fingers over her. 'And so fucking wet already.'

Anna gasped, instinctively grinding against his touch. 'I was dreaming about you.'

Smiling, Mathias tugged his still open trousers down to expose himself. 'God, you're ready to take me already, aren't you my sweet little cuckoo bird?' He pulled himself in, deep and slow so that she moaned with every inch he gave her. 'You're fucking indecent.'

'And you love it,' she panted, her feet locking behind his back.

'Yes I do,' he said in a snarl, her cheek pressed to the wall as his nose brushed up her neck and to her ear. He loved every part of her. He loved her body, her mind, her soul. He loved her. Never in his life had he thought to love anything, but this was so easy, so complete. 'Who owns you, Anna?' He drew back and thrust into her again so she cried out deliciously.

'You,' she breathed, her voice husky in such a decadently sinful way. 'You and only you.'

'Stay with me this weekend,' he said, easing in and out slowly. 'Don't go home. Let me have you.'

Anna cupped his face, only managing to nod in response, her lips crushing his so that her keening reverberated across his tongue.

There was no more time for talking. Now all Mathias could do was devour her, flesh, bone and soul. She was his. A miracle sent to him from some unknown god.

Salvation had never felt so fucking sweet.