She arches as her muscles clench, thighs locking around my head as she cries out. Then she breaks, falling apart on my tongue, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave strong enough to drown us both.
I hold her through it, licking every last tremor from her body until she slumps forward.
But I’m nowhere near done. I flip her onto her back, her chest heaving like she just ran a mile. I strip off my boxers and wrap my fist around my cock.
“I want you slow this time.” I stroke the head of my cock through her soaked pussy. “I want your eyes open. Watching me feed you every inch.”
Her nails score down my chest, and she doesn’t look away. Not even as I press inside her, inch by inch, filling her until her back bows.
Her eyes roll back, her legs lock around my waist, and I thrust again, deeper this time. She wraps around me like gravity—inescapable, inevitable—and all I can do is hold on and lose myself in it.
“Feel that?” I whisper into her ear, grinding deeper. “That’s how well we fit.”
She moans, her walls clinging around me like a vise. I slam into her, chasing the way her body grips mine, and she meets me thrust for thrust, sweat slick between us, need building to a breaking point. Her fingers dig into my back as my lips find her neck, and when she whispers my name…blyat, it undoes me.
I snake a hand between us and find her clit, rubbing tight circles until she shatters all over again, body convulsing as she screams into my shoulder.
And I follow. With a growl, I bury myself deep and come with a force that leaves my vision tunneling, my body locking, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest as I empty every last drop into her, her name falling from my lips like a confession I can’t take back.
I stay there—inside her, against her, tethered by something I don’t dare name—until her breathing slows and her fingers curl softly against my chest.
And for a second, I don’t feel like a monster.
I feel like I’m hers.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
FIONA
I stretch slowly,limbs tangled in expensive sheets, the remnants of sleep still clinging to my skin. My arm drifts across the mattress in search of warmth, only to meet cool linen and empty space.
He’s gone.
Something sharp and unnamable flickers through me. Not disappointment, because that would imply I expected him to stay. I didn’t. I don’t. The less I see of Aleksei Marinov, the better. Space is safer. Distance keeps this...whatever this is...in the box it belongs in.
A dull ache throbs between my thighs as I push myself to a seated position, ignoring all thoughts of him. I shouldn’t think about the way he touched me, the way his hands held me like I was something breakable while his mouth whispered things that made my heart trip over itself.
Look how good we fit.
I want you slow this time.
Lies dressed up as something sweeter. Temporary fantasies woven between sheets that were never meant to hold meaning.
My fingers find the edge of the comforter, gripping it tight for a moment before I throw it off.
The air is cool against my bare legs, but not enough to clear the thoughts I don’t want to acknowledge, thoughts that cling even when I tell myself it was just sex.
That’s all it’s ever been. No matter how gentle he was. No matter how good it felt. No matter how much of me he seemed to see.
My focus lands on the rings. The diamond glints in the morning light, paired with the band he slid onto my finger…and the problem is, I don’t hate how they look.
Shaking those thoughts loose, I climb out of bed, ignoring the slight sting in my muscles as I move. I’m beyond exhausted, but I have work and there’s too much to do for me to be late.
Slipping the rings off, I place them in the nightstand drawer. There’s no chance in hell I’m wearing them to work. When I told him no one can find out about us, I was dead serious.
Dressing quickly, I slip into a cream blouse and black slacks, step into low heels, and dab concealer beneath my eyes, praying it hides the kind of exhaustion that sleep never touches.
Halfway down the hall, the scent of coffee and something savory drifts to meet me. My stomach grumbles before I can stop it. I really hope he has green tea.
