Page 111 of Inked in Devotion

“It fucking turns me on to see my cum leak out of you, but I don’t want to let it go to waste.”

Fucking caveman. “Help me up! I think you’ve nailed me into the table.”

The slow rumble of his chuckle zinged between my thighs.

Oh my God, my pussy was an idiot.

He helped me up slowly and turned me around.

Warm tenderness replaced the feral heat in his eyes. It was harder to watch because it wasn’t simply a physical response. That tenderness? It was a physical response inside my chest. An ache. The good kind. My heart swelled with hope. It was as if I were standing on a precipice, about to fall without a safety net.

“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing my cheek.

I stared down between us. I was bottomless, while Kolya was still fully dressed. His erection had gone down but still looked formidable.

“Princess, if you keep looking at my cock that way, it’ll be ready for another round.”

“I need to wash up.” I started for my bedroom.

Kolya swung me up in his arms.

“Kolya,” I gasped. “Stop being a Neanderthal.”

“Stop making me one,” he growled.

“What does that even mean?”

He carried me to his bedroom and straight into the en suite.

Setting me down, he started the shower.

The last time we showered together was during our weekend fling. And from my experience, Kolya was adept at shower sex.

He peeled off his shirt, revealing the intricate tattoos of skulls, snakes, cathedrals, and stars on his chest. I had loved tracing the swirling, colorful art with my tongue and pressing kisses all over them. The last time we had sex, I didn’t get the chance because I kicked Kolya out of the house.

Steam filled the bathroom.

Kolya discarded the rest of his clothes and guided me into the glass enclosure. Jets of water streamed all over us.

“Your shower is better,” I told him.

He merely smiled; his attention was elsewhere. “I neglected these beauties earlier.” He cupped my breasts, brushing his thumbs over my nipples. Then he pushed me against the tiles.

I gasped at the cold contact to my back, but Kolya soon scrambled my mind with the way he was sucking my nipple while stroking me between the legs.

“Kolya,” I moaned. “We’re supposed to talk.”

He released my nipple and buried his face in my neck. “I can’t help it. The need to fuck you. I can’t resist putting my cum inside you. Make you pregnant. It’s driving me crazy.”

I yanked his hair so that I could see his eyes. They were wild again. “What?” I choked in incredulity. “Are you talking about breeding me?”

“Yes,” he rasped. “Don’t ask me why, princess. I just have this compulsion.”

He was hard again. His cock nudged at my entrance. “But only with you.”

He surged up and filled me once again.

Unlike earlier, his thrusts were slower, more deliberate, even gentle.