Page 105 of Little Blue

With a final thrust, he roots himself to the hilt. Against my chest, I can feel his heart pound.

Even though it drives me to the brink of madness, he makes love to me slowly, gently. His thrusts are agonizingly tender as they push me slowly to my peak. My muscles quiver and my heart riots as he whispers lovingly tender promises, vows for the future, into every kiss.

When I shatter around him, and he fills me with his seed once again, I drop back against the blankets, sated, and sleepy even though I only just woke. My eye catches the diamond where my hand sits against his shoulder, and I smile.

Instead of pulling from my body as I expect, Ilya grips my body against his before he rolls onto his back to take my weight.

“Wha—” I start to ask, but he pins me in place with an iron arm around the small of my back. “I’m not ready to leave your body.” With my legs spread wide around his hips, his mostly hard cock still buried deep, Ilya gives me another long thrust. I’m so over-sensitive, I groan. My brows furrow, his eyes taking in everything. “You’re so beautiful when you take my cock, Little Blue. I can’t wait to fuck you from behind, watching how it stretches your pretty pink cunt.”

No one has ever. Ever. Spoken words to me like that.

The effect they have on me is shocking. Around him, my core clenches in another hot wave of arousal. He growls, his icy blue eyes heating.

“Ilya,” I gasp.

He laughs, the thick cords of his neck lovely as he throws his head back. God, he’s so beautiful.

I think my heart actually skips a beat.

His eyes find mine again, and he hugs me just a little tighter. “You’re a fiend.”

“You only have yourself to thank,” I huff, but I can’t hide my smile from him. I’m happy in a way I haven’t been happy in years. A chirpy rumble sounds as Lucy leaps from the bed to join us on the floor. My eyes grow serious as I watch the only thing of importance, I have from my past life come closer. A pressure closes around my heart. “Thank you.”

A wry grin stretches his mouth. “Are you thanking me for kidnapping you?”

“Yes.” I surprise him again. His smile falls, his eyes growing intense. “I guess I am.”

He lifts his head to press a kiss to my bare shoulder. “Did I not tell you you’d fall in love with me?”

I snort, giving his shoulder a shove as Lucy gives it a bump with his nose before settling into a sprawl by his head. The sight makes me laugh, because Ilya is not the kind of man one would think would be okay with a cat curling up next to his head. But he doesn’t look displeased at all as he watches me.

He looks—content. Happy. Hopeful.

How did this happen? How did I fall for my kidnapper?

The answer comes on the wings of a thought that flutters into my mind inconspicuously, only to barb on contact. Because he’s my savior, too.

Dipping my head, I lower my lips to his, kissing him in a way that feels exposing. Which is insane, considering all that we’ve done together these last twenty-four hours.

With one hand in my hair, the other around my back, Ilya devours my mouth until I feel him turn rock hard inside me once more. But when he begins to push my body from his, I cling tighter, my legs clamping around his waist.

“Little Blue,” his voice is rough with desire. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“You were a virgin only yesterday,” he tells me gently. “I’ve had you more than I should already.”

“I’m not sore.” It’s not an entire truth, just as it isn’t a complete lie. I’m sore, but I’m not so sore that I don’t ache for him. Again.

I rock my hips, and he inhales through his nose as he does a curl, abs clenching as he arcs to kiss me again. But he doesn’t thrust, taking considerable care to hold himself still inside me, even.

I’m not having it. My hunger for him really is insatiable, I decide, as I pull back on his shaft, and sink down. A whimper leaves my lips as I fill myself with all of him, my hands coming to his chest as I push myself up over him. And then I ride.

A Russian curse whispers roughly from his lips as he grips my hips in his big hands, holding me as I ride him. At first, my motions are choppy and inexperienced, an experiment. Then, as my arousal begins to grow, I find my rhythm. Tipping my head back, my eyes drift closed. My hips rock, and sweat gathers across my skin, between my breasts. When he makes a low noise, my core clenches in response and my eyes open, my gaze drifting back to him. My breath catches, snagging hotly in my throat as I take in the sight of him watching the point where we join. Where his length is exposed, wet and hard and so thick with every time I pull back, only to disappear into my tight heat.

The sight sets a match to my blood, and I moan. His eyes snap to mine, and whatever he sees there has him doing a full sit-up, his hands splayed wide on my ribs as he takes a breast into his mouth. He sucks hard, nipping with teeth before flicking the tip with his hot tongue. His arms come around my back, squeezing me hard against him before—even from the bottom and to my delighted surprise—he takes over. His hips buck up into me, fucking me more frantically now as we both near that crest. I cling to him as he fucks me over the edge, my teeth finding the skin of his shoulder and biting.

He grunts, his upward thrusts uneven in the moments before he grunts a low, sexy sound. Then he spills inside me again.

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