I tried to close my thighs.
He didn’t force them open. He kissed the inside of one knee and waited until I opened them again myself.
“That’s unfair,” I said breathlessly.
“Yes.”
“At least deny it.”
“No.”
A laugh broke out of me.
It barely sounded like mine.
Vadim’s face changed.
Not soft. Never only soft. But the look in his eyes made the laugh catch in my throat.
“What?” I asked.
“I want years of that sound in my house.”
My chest tightened.
I reached for him because I didn’t know what to do with words like that. He came willingly, settling his weight between my thighs, careful where I was sore even as his cock pressed hard and hot against me.
I wrapped my legs around his hips.
He went still again.
“I need you inside me,” I said.
His eyes closed for half a second.
When they opened, the restraint in them was fraying.
“You will be sore after.”
“I’m already sore.”
“Nadia.”
“I want to feel you when I walk.”
Vadim’s control broke on a rough sound wrapped around my name. He gripped my hip and lined himself up. The head of hiscock pressed at my opening, thick and blunt, and I remembered the size of him with a flutter of panic and need.
He bent and kissed me. “Breathe.”
“I am.”
“No, you’re arguing.”
“Same thing.”
His mouth curved against mine.
Then he pushed in.
