“I wantyou.”
“You realise my cock won’t heal you?”
“Never asked it to.”
Alexei nudged my legs apart, draping them over his hips. He poured more lube on his hand. “Do you want me to—”
“No. Just do it.”
His smirk softened. “You did not let me get away with that the first time we were together.”
“I’m a hypocrite.”
“You are.” Alexei dropped forward, catching himself with one arm while the other went to his dick. “But you want it enough that I will allow it.”
His cock pressed against me, easing inside me enough to make my body tense up.
I fought it, forcing myself to relax, and Alexei slid home with a rough thrust that made me groan.
“Fuck.” The pain was as dizzying as anything else I’d experienced recently. Breath left my body and I gripped Alexei’s arms hard enough to bruise. “Fuck.”
Alexei held still, giving me a moment to collect myself, but it was brief—a fleeting heartbeat in time that was over before I could blink.
He held one of my legs to his chest and began to fuck me, taking care not to jar my injured body in the wrong places, while still ruining me where I needed him most.
I’d been cold for days. Suddenly I was blazing hot, sweat coating my skin. I still couldn’t breathe, but the burn in my lungs felt good.
It felt right and I gave myself up to it.
Alexei groaned and snapped his hips harder. The pace and rhythm were nothing compared to the brutality I’d inflicted on him when he’d asked for it, but it was raw and dirty and rough.
It was everything I needed.
The coil inside me began to unravel. Sex as therapy was bullshit, but the release I felt as he drove into me was everything. “Don’t stop, Lexi.”
Another tortured sound wrapped around us—his, mine, I had no damn clue. My head burst open, every gnarled knotty thought escaping. They’d come back, I knew, but in this moment, right here with him, a different intensity smashed into me.
Nerves I didn’t know existed sparked to life... and then exploded, leaving seared flesh in their wake. Alexei’s movements grew deeper, scavenging every ounce of energy I had left. He held my face with slippery fingers, thrusting in and out of me, over and over. I wanted his lips on mine, but he was too far away.
He heard me, though, the freaky, psychic motherfucker. Goddamn, he was more like Saint than I’d ever realised.
They felt like one soul.
“Cam.” My name fell from his lips, his mouth slack with pleasure, eyes glazed. “Cam...”
Fuck it. “Kiss me. Please?”
It was a boneheaded move. Buried inside me, he had to lean on me, adding pressure to an injury that already felt like death itself, but I didn’t care. His mouth crashed to mine and I was overcome.
Undone.
Dead.
And so fucking full of him our pulses felt synched, his heart hammering with mine as urgency pumped my blood. I fuckingyelled,the force of it scraping my throat raw. My dick erupted, and then white-hot pleasure surged through me, arching my back, twisting every muscle and tendon tight.
I came as if it was the first time a man had ever laid hands on me.
In some ways, it was.
