Page 103 of Nemesis

“Do you want me too?” she asks suddenly, pulling back just enough to trap me with those earnest eyes. “It’s okay if you don’t, you know. I’ll take you in any form I can get, so if I’m doing something that will ruin what we have, please, stop me.”

My chest burns, somewhere between a laugh and an ache. This has got to be some kind of trial of my soul, right? Do you want me? How could she even ask such a ridiculous question? How does she think anyone could resist free-falling into the sickening pull of her gravity?

“I could live through many tragedies, moya zlaya.” I clear my scratchy throat. “But I don’t think I could survive your regret. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, and I’ll wait as long as you need. Even if that leaves me trailing after you at arm’s length for the rest of our years.”

Her lashes flash shut in a slow blink. When they open again, they contain so much trust and desire that my body physically hurts beneath the intensity.

She breaks contact to glance behind her, where a small security camera is mounted in the upper corner of the enclosed booth.

I move like a live wire, pushing her a few steps backward before reaching up and wrapping my fingers around the recording device. It tears off the wall with a crack.

Then her lips crash against mine, and the remnants of the camera topple from my fingers. I drink in her kiss like a man dying of thirst, trying to keep up with the collision of teeth and lips and tongue.

I drop my grip to her waist, hands curving over the round expanse of her ass and lifting her into my arms. Her legs immediately wrap around my waist like a vise, and my dick hardens painfully, nestled in that perfect place between her thighs. It feels like coming home. Real home. A place I never really saw.

Before I know it, the hem of my tight long-sleeved shirt is being tugged up my chest. Nails scratch my skin. The edge of pain causes my last coherent thoughts to scatter.

With two steps, I carry her over to the door that just clicked shut a few minutes before, pressing her body against the flat surface. Her thighs squeeze around my waist. I veer off to the corner of her mouth, biting and sucking as I make my way down her cheek and the smooth expanse of her throat.

A low moan vibrates into my lips, causing a bead of precum to leak from the head of my cock. She arches her perky tits into my chest in a needy movement that almost sends me toppling to my knees. Oh my God.

Perfect.

She’s perfect.

“Are you soaked for me?” I breathe against her throat. When she doesn’t answer, I nip the skin of her collarbone, inciting a high whine and a shaky nod. Then her heels dig into my ass, using me as an anchor to roll her hot pussy against.

“Please, Vas, I need…” she trails off, finding a spot to grind against to bring some relief.

“Do you need more, zlaya?” I tug up the hem of her tank top, exposing her tits to the air. Two pretty handfuls, each tipped with pretty pink nipples hardened into points. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about these since the last time I felt them.

My mouth closes over one of her breasts, and I’m instantly rewarded by a loud cry from her lips.

“So fucking needy,” I murmur, switching my attention to her other breast. “I love hearing you moan for me.”

I retreat just long enough to wrench the neck of her shirt over her head, and then the garment joins mine on the floor, and I gain back access to sweet heaven between her breasts.

“Vas,” she whispers, arching into my mouth, feeding me the best meal I’ve ever had.

“Does that feel good?” I release her nipple with a wet suck, wedging one hand between our pressed bodies to the button on her pants. “Tell me you want more.”

Something between a breath and a cry leaves her lips, and I already know the sound will be seared into my brain for eternity.

“Use your words, or everything stops.”

Calm down, Vasiliy. Jesus.

She grinds harder against the stiff outline of my cock. “More. Please.”

The soft word snaps the final remnants of my restraint. I slide down her zipper and shove my knuckles under the thin fabric of her panties. My throat releases an audible groan at how slick and warm her pussy is for me already. I think I could come just from feeling her.

My thumb circles her clit, causing her to buck against the door and cry out louder. I snake around the back of her neck, guiding her lips to my shoulder.

“Bite.”

Her blunt teeth bury themselves in my flesh just as I push a finger into her hot center, knuckle deep. My thumb keeps brushing tight little circles on her clit, giving her the pressure she needs.

The sweetest moan fills my ears.