Page 152 of Bleed with Me

The car came to a halt, offering a beautiful view of the forest. I smiled at Dorian, who stared at me with curiosity, and hastily climbed over the center console.

“What are you…” He exhaled.

“No talking,” I ordered, kissing him violently.

My chest pressed against his, my pussy hating the fabric of our clothes separating us. His hands settled at my waist, steadying me. Every ounce of frustration, relief, fear, and stubbornness I’d carried since leaving the hospital poured into the kiss.

Dorian answered with equal intensity, his forehead resting against mine when we finally came up for air. His breathing was uneven and warm against my lips, his thumbs tracing slow circles over my sides.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I know.” My arms wrapped around his neck, nails digging into his silky hair.

“You scared the hell out of me today,” he admitted in a hushed voice. The playfulness faded from my face.

“I know that, too,” I admitted, brushing a strand of dark hair from his forehead. “But I’m not trying to make your life harder, Dorian.”

His eyes searched mine.

“Then please, stop making me imagine a world without you.”

My heart clenched. No one had ever looked at me the way Dorian did, with so much devotion and affection that it knocked the air from my lungs.

“I’ll do my best,” I promised, capturing his lips in yet another searing kiss. Dorian pulled me closer, so close it felt as if he wanted me to melt into him. My hands traveled under his T-shirt and moved down to the button of his jeans.

“Someone might see us,” he mumbled between the tiny pecks he smothered all over my neck, but he didn’t look like he intended to stop.

“And?” I beamed, reaching into his boxers. “Don’t you have another few hundred for a fine?”

“Thankfully,” he threw my top and bra at the back seat, “I have enough for bail.”

He attacked my chest with the fervor of a starving man, making me moan out loud. My hips moved on instinct against his hard cock, my pussy eager to accommodate him inside.

“Oh, fuck,” I exhaled, clutching his shoulders when he finally entered me. Stars clouded my vision as I slowly moved up and down. Pleasure crawled through my veins, Dorian’s touches and kisses magnifying it until I almost burst.

“Oh, my…” I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, focusing on the mix of sensations that was bringing me to heaven.

“You feel so good, Nina,” Dorian groaned into my ear, the tip of his tongue grazing my earlobe. “So… fucking… good.”

Every part of me buzzed with delight when he pushed me on his rock-solid cock harder, quickening the rhythm. My satisfied wails filled the space of the car, blending with Dorian’s guttural moans.

The orgasm almost tore me apart. My entire body exploded with euphoria, wiping every coherent thought from my mind and leaving only a satisfying calm—the tension I carried for days dissolved until I felt weightless.

I held on to Dorian, for a moment simply existing in his embrace. He finished a few seconds after me, his breathing uneven and forehead sweaty when he pressed it against mine.

Mindlessly, I brushed my nails through his wet hair as the realization seeped deep into my bones. No matter how impossible we were together, this was exactly where I belonged.

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Dorian

Sitting on the floor, up to my eyeballs in paperwork, my thoughts involuntarily drifted to my sleeping wife upstairs. I had meetings to schedule for Zyon about his underground medical facility. Interviews had to be run, the shipments had to be planned, a million things could go wrong if I didn’t focus on every minor detail. But instead of organizing the chaos, my brain pushed images of Nina to the forefront of my still-frightened mind.

“Bloody fuck,” I exhaled, running a frustrated hand through my tousled hair.

For years, I knew exactly who could destroy me. Zyon. Malin. Ramzan. Mom. The list ended there. Then Nina barged into my life like an avalanche, and suddenly every nightmare my head could invent wore her face.

Nothing happened to her, idiot, the demon snarled, his presence stronger when she wasn’t around.