Page 146 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

Staring into his eyes, those eyes that I missed so much but kept me company every time I needed strength, I speak. “I’ve lived all my life running from love because in all honesty I always believed that I didn’t deserve it. People like me who carried so much hatred in their hearts aren’t capable of loving but then you came along and even when I was just a girl who didn’t know much about the world except for the hell at home, I knew that you were someone important. You made life sweeter and I found myself feeling things I never experienced before. Things I couldn’t even put a name to yet I still felt for you. And even as my heart grew colder with the years you were the only person to light the match.” I let out a shaky breath when I see his eyes flash with something that looks a lot like softness before he masks it. “What I’m trying to say, Russian, is that I’ve never loved and will never love someone the way I do you. The way I love your son.” A spark pops in his gray eyes when I mention Azariel. “I want a life that’s filled with love and magic. I’m tired of fighting the world on my own and for me to give you both the love and life you deserve I had to put an end to everything that kept me down. I had to come to you without my demons.” My hands start to shake and he notices it. Silent falls between us as he stares at me. I decided to give it one last try before I pick up my heart from the floor if he decides he no longer wants me. Did he stop loving me? Did I misunderstand his gifts? Please, no. “Tell me I’m not too late. Tell me you still love me.” There was no stopping the plea. Pain and desperation twisted through my expression.

He stays silent for a cruel moment before he speaks, putting me out of my misery.

A slow smile curves that firm, serious mouth into a crescent moon. “Do you think I could ever stop loving you?” He says a second before crashing into me in a landslide of passion.

One hand dove into my hair and the other curled around the side of my neck as he crushes his mouth against mine. Kissing me for the first time in a year.

And even with the year spent apart, my mouth still recognizes his.

How could I ever forget? Impossible. Because nothing had ever felt quite like kissing Vitali. It was an out of the body experience. Like flames and heat and pure relief. It was everything.

Addicting.

I suck it in, imbibing the feeling as he devours my mouth. My chest nearly blows with the power of it. By the way my heart thrashes violently against my ribs. With the devotion that surges from the deepest and purest part of me that had always been meant for him.

My heart.

My soul.

God, I missed him so much. And it only made matters worse that he sent gifts every single day. He was there for me the only way he could. He never left me alone.

My sword and my shield.

Vitali stops kissing me when the toes of his boots bump against my heels. He wrapped a hand around my head and intertwined his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck, making me gasp, making my heart pound faster.

“Russi—” But I don’t get the word out because he closes his mouth over mine and devours the sound.

I hadn’t forgotten the feel of him, of his cherry red lips. I still remember the way he tastes and the way his body feels so hard and powerful.

I dreamt at night of how he used to tug my hair and force my face up to his.

Much like he is doing now.

His tongue slips into my mouth, and I close my eyes, leaning into his hand as his other one slides up over my hip and waist to cup my breast and squeeze a nipple.

He breaks our kiss, grabs my chin forcing me to look up at him then whispers. “You’re never leaving again. You’re mine.” I press against his chest, squeezing the muscle beneath it, then move my hands to his biceps and curl them around before I kiss him back, liking it when he bites my lip a little, liking the feel of his cock hardening at my belly. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Never again.” I breathed out, wanting to make him understand that this is it.

I fought my wars and he’s my reward.

Vitali takes a second just staring at me as if trying to figure out if I’m being truthful or not before I hear the door lock behind me.

Vitali’s gray eyes penetrate my soul. Oh, yes, how I missed them. I missed everything about him.

I stand there panting, my mouth slightly opened, my eyes tearing as he tugs a little harder on my hair. “I’m going to fuck you now, love. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel me for days.” He says, my hands on his chest, unable to get enough of his heat, his strength. “So, fucking hard that there won’t be a doubt in your pretty little head of who fucking owns you, Kadra Parisi.”

Owns me.

Once I would’ve told him off or said something sarcastic but not now. Not when it’s the truth. He does own me. Every single part of my being.

My body.

My soul.

My mind.

But most of all… my heart.

A growl escapes him before he rips my shirt down the middle and pushes it from my arms. He looks down at me as he pushes the cups of my bra beneath my breasts. Taking one hard nipple into his mouth, he sucks and then bites a little harder than he had my lip.

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