I taste the salt of her tears, feel the heat of her breath against mine, the way her lips move like we’re both trying to erase what just happened. Like we can burn through it if we push hard enough. Her fingers bunch into my shirt, gripping tight, and that small, desperate touch has me forgetting how badly she hurt me.
Blyat.
“I can’t lose you.” The words cut deep.
“You won’t,” she breathes.
I don’t know if it’s a promise or a lie, and right now, I don’t give a damn. I kiss her again, deeper, harsher, until she moans for me. Because she’s mine, damn it. All mine.
My hands move down her sides and back up, gripping her like I need to remind myself she’s here, that she’s real, that she didn’t just walk into my life to tear it apart. Every inch of her fits under my touch like she was made to be there.
Her hands push my jacket off, tugging at my shirt, and I let her. I let her take what she needs. The moment her palms press against my back, a sharp sensation gnaws in me, like my body doesn’t know what to do with the feeling clawing through it.
But I don’t stop. I push her back, our mouths still locked, breaths colliding, until her thighs meet the edge of my desk. My grip slides to her hips, and I lift her without breaking the kiss, setting her on the surface. Everything on the desk goes in one rough sweep of my arm, papers and whatever else crashing to the floor.
None of it matters. Only her. Only this. This…this madness. The way she gets under my skin. The way she makes me forget what she did, forget everything except the way she feels against me.
I step between her knees, crowding her against the desk, and when I pull back to take her in, every muscle in me locks at the sight of her.
Tear-streaked. Breathing hard. Looking at me like I’m the only thing keeping her standing.
“You drive me insane,” I tell her.
Her arms come around my neck, pulling me back to her, and I go without hesitation. My mouth crashes into hers again, harder this time, like I need to leave something behind, something she won’t be able to walk away from.
My grip tightens at her waist, dragging her closer, needing more even when it still doesn’t feel like enough. Our clothescome off in impatient pulls, buttons slipping, fabric dragging against skin, the sound of it turning frantic.
There’s nothing careful about it. Just two people who nearly destroyed each other and chose to burn anyway, while I chase one thing: proof she’s still here. That she didn’t just tear through my life and leave me standing in the wreckage.
I lay her naked against the desk, grabbing her hips until they fall just slightly off the edge. As I push my body over her, my forehead presses to hers, our breathing uneven, colliding between us.
“You’re mine.”
“Kirill…”
I take her mouth again, swallowing the sound, holding her there, keeping her right where I need her. Because if I let go…
I don’t know what the hell happens next.
“You belong to me,” I rasp against her lips before I kiss her again, unable to stand even a second without her.
Her fingers clutch at my shoulders, my back, gripping like I’m the only thing keeping her from coming apart. And I want to be that for her.
The desk presses into her, but neither of us slows down. Nothing exists except this. Except her. Except the way she looks at me like she’s already fallen too far to climb out, and maybe I have too.
My mouth drags from her lips to her jaw, tracing the line of it, taking my time before moving lower and pull a nipple between my lips as her pulse races beneath my touch. A hand moves to her throat and I narrow my grip, eyes on her as I touch her clit before sliding two fingers inside her.
“Your cunt is sucking me in like it’s afraid I’ll let go. And maybe that’s exactly what I should do.” In one fluid motion, I flip her over the desk. “But I can’t seem to do that.”
I slam my cock inside her, her fingers curling against the desk as her pussy contracts around me, aching for more while she cries out.
I grip her hair and draw her in, my lips brushing her ear. “Ti moya. Tolko moya. Ti sozdana dlya menya.”You’re mine. Only mine. You were made for me.
Before I can think, I slam into her, harder this time.
She’s close. I can feel it in the way her body tightens, the way her pussy clings to me like she’s about to fall apart. I slip a hand to her core, rubbing her slow. My grip tightens in her hair, holding her exactly where I want her.
“You’re mine. Do you understand? Only mine.”
