My fingers dip between her legs, where I find her swollen and slick and sensitive as hell from what I just gave her. I playwith her there, slowly at first, then faster, dragging her back toward that precipice. My other hand roams her body, cupping, teasing, memorizing every line.
She’s wild, writhing against my grip, helpless to do anything but chase what I offer.
Her second orgasm smashes through her. She buries her face in the pillow while her body shudders so violently, I brace her hips to keep her steady. The sight and sound rip right through me.
I never want to stop. I want to be her last thought before she blacks out.
Her pleasure is my pleasure.
The more I wreck her, the better I feel. Not because of power or mind games. But because of the raw, primal satisfaction of owning her bliss.
Everything she’s experiencing, I’m giving to her.
And I’m feeling generous.
She’s still dazed and spasming—eyes glassy, lips mauled, breasts swollen and taunting—when I roll her boneless body over.
She looks totally ruined and fucking perfect.
I line my cock up at her entrance, ready to fully claim what’s already mine.
Her eyes find mine, and she brushes my cheek with her thumb in an achingly gentle gesture.
“Kirill.” My name from her mouth means the world.
She lifts her hips, silently begging for me.
So I give her what she asks for.
And then I lose myself completely.
Chapter 22
Jordan
I arch up, chasing him, desperate for the way he fills me.
He answers with a sudden withdrawal, leaving me empty for a breathless half-second before he slams back in.
We both cry out as he sets a brutal but flawless rhythm. The sweet, salty air drips with sweat and lust.
He stretches me, each thrust both a promise and a demand. An exquisite ache builds in my core.
Our moans tangle, blocking out the world. I bite my lip, but the feral noises escape anyway.
I’m coming apart under his hands, under his body, every part of me breaking and melting into pure sensation.
He’s crumbling too.
His arms shake. His hips stutter against mine. The headboard thumps against the wall in time with our frantic bodies as we race, side by side, toward oblivion.
All I know is the heat of his skin, the taste of his mouth when he crushes his lips to mine, and the slick press of our bodies, every inch of me branded by him.
Our eyes meet, and I suck in a sharp breath when I find that dark void. That flat, dangerous emptiness he brought intomy world the moment he materialized in my apartment and upended my life.
Only now the void shifts, cracking open like ice splintering under a spring thaw. Beneath the danger, I catch glimpses of a wounded man with a soul-deep hunger and spy glimmers of hope shadowed by hints of fear.
My heart stutters. This is why the universe sent him into my life.
