Page 141 of Ruthless Creatures

He spreads my cheeks with one hand, sliding his fingers aroundthe place where he’s buried inside me, stroking me there as he pushes deeper still. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did, but I still feel uncomfortably full. I’m full front and back, and my face is burning.

I whisper, “Green. Fuck me, honey. Please.”

He growls something in Russian that sounds filthy. Then he flexes his hips and slides the entire rock-hard length of his cock into my ass.

The sensation is indescribable.

And he’s still stroking me all around the edges of where he’s fucking me, making the feelings overwhelming. Everything is throbbing and tingling, pulsing and aching, hot and slick.

I shiver, moaning his name.

He slowly pulls out, then presses in again, maintaining careful control though I know he’s aching to let go and thrust into me hard.

The love I feel for him at this moment is huge and frightening, a sudden hot, uncontrollable expansion inside my chest.

Feeling as if my heart just cracked wide open, I sob.

Kage freezes.

I plead, “Don’t stop. I’m okay, I promise.”

He lowers himself over me and plants his hand on the mattress beside my head. Breathing hard, he kisses my cheek. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me. Make me come. Say you’ll never let me go and mean it.”

He groans softly, then kisses me again, on my cheek, my neck, and my shoulder. “I’ll never let you go.”

He pumps into me.

“Never, baby.”

He pumps into me again. His voice drops.

“Never.”

Then he rises to his knees and pulls me back with him until my bound arms are stretched out fully and I’m sitting back on his thighs, my chest hovering above the mattress.

He winds an arm around my waist, wraps my hair around his wrist like a leash, and starts to fuck me, saving us from the shipwreck we’re headed for, just for a little while.

THIRTY-FOUR

KAGE

When the view outside the bedroom window lifts from black to gray, I’m treated to my new favorite thing in the world:

Natalie waking up in my arms.

She stirs, sighing. Her head rests on my shoulder. I stroke her hair and kiss her softly on the lips. Her lashes flutter, then lift, then I’m gazing into those amazing blue-gray eyes and my heart is falling all over itself in happiness.

She whispers, “You were staring at me while I was sleeping.”

“I was.”

Suppressing a smile, she pretends to groan instead. “Socreepy.”

I kiss her again, loving the feel of her soft mouth against mine. “I can’t help it.”

“You like me, huh?”