Page 147 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

I groan, arching my back.

He looks at me, his face an inch from mine and his cock stands ready at my entrance.

I open my legs as wide as I can, inviting him into my body.

His rough hands, soft lips, and warm tongue caress every inch of my body, leaving chills in their wake on my skin, sending ripples of heat between my quivering thighs. Damp heat circles my nipple then he tugs it between his teeth, pinching my other nipple between his fingers. I thrust my hips, seeking the friction as his hard length glides through my slick heat, teasing me with the promise of more. “You’re so wet for me, baby,” he hisses, his lips ghosting down my neck, his voice low and husky. “Fucking drenched.”

The man is a tease.

“I want you inside me, Vitali,” I grit out as he continues his gentle assault on my body.

He chuckles darkly. “I missed the way your sweet little pussy clenches my cock.” I whimper, my core clenching just at the mention of it. I ache for him. I’ve been aching for months. Nobody could turn me on like Vitali could. Touch me or fuck me he does. My Russian doesn’t even have to touch me to make me wet for him. His voice makes me wet. His closeness. His filthy mouth. Everything about him drives me wild. “I missed the sounds you make when I pound into you. The sounds you make when I split that tight little pussy. The way you scream my name. The way your cunt strangles my cock. But most of all I missed the way you take it like a good girl. My good girl.” Oh God. I whimpered again. I’ve never been good. Not really. Never cared to be either but for Vitali I am. I don’t mind being his good girl. Not when he treats me the way he does.

Strong arms brace on either side of me, he hovers above me, his muscles flexing and bunching. I reach up with both of my hands and cradle his face, pulling his mouth to mine. I kiss him with everything I am and everything I have. With one kiss I show him just how much I’ve missed him too. We moan into our kiss, and I inhale his exhales, filling my lungs with his every breath, my hands gliding to the back of his head, fingers tugging on the ends of his black hair. Until finally, he stops teasing and guides his tip to my entrance. Then he’s inside me in one quick thrust. My legs clamped around his back, his hips gyrating, grinding, and circling, not giving me a chance to adjust to this fullness. He’s always been a large man but somehow he feels larger now. “Does my cock feel good, love?” he asks, and I’d have to remind myself to breathe. His attack on my pussy is brutal. “Yes,” I pant. “Don’t stop, Russian.” I need you is on the tip of my tongue. I need more of you. All of you.

He kisses me again, his hands strong and gentle, stroking me. “Fuck. You feel so good.” A groan escaped my lips when he slid out, leaving me empty. Aching. “Tell me who owns this fucking pussy, Kadra.” He pinches my clit between his fingers and I let out a yelp of pleasure mingled with pain. My long, red fingernails dig into his back, scraping the skin as my breathing comes out labored. “Say it,” he commands.

“You do, Vitali,” I grit out as he drives back into me.

“Nobody else gets to fuck you.” Thrust. “This sweet little cunt is mine.” Thrust. “Fucking mine, da?.”

I’m lost for words too busy getting lost in the feel of his cock inside of me.

Vitali stills and looks down at me, his gray eyes lock on mine. Something in his expression has me furrowing my brows in concern. I placed my palm on his cheekbone to soothe his troubled mind. “What’s wrong?”

“You won’t be able to walk away. Not again. Never again.” He growls but the look in his eyes is what disarms me. Anger. Love. Sadness.

I hurt him.

I put that look in his eyes.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. “Open your eyes, kotyonok. Look at me. I’m right fucking here.” His voice is raw, anguished like it pains him. I slowly open my eyes and watch his face. That beautiful face that looks as if God carved it from stone.

As I look at him, I’m able to see his naked vulnerability. So real and raw and beautiful. This moment right here feels more intimate than any of the other times. This is two people who finally found their way home.

And as we both stare into each other’s eyes, he continues making love to me. His eyes never leave my face, as our fingers entwined, our hands clasped on either side of my head while he glided in and out, his pace unhurried like he wanted to make this last forever.

Nothing could hurt as much as it did when Vitali made love to me this way. It was his way of showing me just what I mean to him. Just how much he loves me too. Because the man I love is never gentle with anyone else but me and his son.

And at this moment I realized that I never want to be without this again. Without him. The thought of being away from Vitali is unbearable. A physical ache that squeezes my heart and steals the breath from my lungs.

“One fucking year. Three hundred and sixty-five days. Eight thousand and seven hundred hours.” He was angry and sexy as hell. “I won’t ever let you walk away from me again. Fucking never.”

I bite my lip again, harder, until I taste blood, and I come undone for him. I come with him watching me and then he soon follows. My pussy throbs around his cock, and he never even blinks until I’d squeeze every drop of pleasure from him. I take inside of my body everything he gives me, knowing this is it. I am his and this is the beginning of forever.

His forehead drops to mine, our chests heaving as we both struggle to regain our breath, and for a few long moments, we stay like that, not talking, not moving, just breathing the same air with him still inside me. Afterward, he carries me to the black sofa near the window and we lay side by side, staring at the ceiling, his tattooed hand wrapped around my thigh, his thumb making lazy circles on my skin.

Rolling onto my side, I propped my head on my hand, peering down at his face, my hand over his beating heart. The space over his heart was the only part of him that wasn’t inked.

It is now.

With tears in my eyes, I whispered what I’ve been meaning to tell him since I came looking for him. For Azariel too. “I love you… I loved you every second I was away. You saved me again. My dragon.” My heart beats faster when he guides my hand to his inked chest, placing my palm flat against my name. He has my name inked on his chest just like I have his name tattooed on my heart. Now our names, Azariel and mine fill up the blank space. Unshed tears swam in my eyes, distorting the image. “Vitali,” I whisper, brushing away the tears. He is mine, and I was his. My everything. He smiles like he hadn’t just stolen the last remaining piece of my heart. “Da?” I shook my head. “I…” I swallowed, trying to find the words but there were only three words that seemed fitting at this moment and I already overused them.

This was what Vitali did.

This was why he owned me.

Body, heart, soul.

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