Page 101 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

“That only I get to see you this way and what a fucking beautiful sight it is, baby.”

Swoon.

I’m starting to believe Mila’s favorite romance novel heroes have nothing on my Russian. Nothing.

“Vitali, I—” I put my hands on his chest not knowing if I intended to push him away or pull him closer. All I know is that in the next instant he grabs me by the waist and pushes me up against the mirror wall. Then he grabs my hands and holds them above my head, pinning them to the glass. Pressed up against me, he drags his tongue down the shell of my ear, down my neck, and alternates between sucking and biting. I started squirming, the fire between my legs torturing me.

I crave him. I want him more than I wanted anything in my life.

I don’t recognize myself when I tug on his short strands and ask for more. More of his mouth. More of him.

I didn’t notice when he took his gloves off. His hand feels so warm on my skin as he squeezes the inside of my thigh dangerously close to my center.

He slides my lace underwear to the side and runs one thick finger between my slit. My knees wobble and I have to hold onto his forearms so I don’t fall.

Before Vitali, sex meant nothing to me. For so long I thought I was asexual. Nothing ignited the fire inside until him. When he touches me I don’t feel dirty. I don’t hear the voices in my head pulling me under. No, it’s just him.

I feel him everywhere. Not only do I feel his touch on my skin but in my heart and soul leaving his mark.

When he presses his calloused thumb against my swollen clit, I moan, losing my control, “Vitali…”

He grabs me by the neck while his skilled fingers play with my folds. “Do you like it when I touch you, love?” His voice comes out husky.

“Yes,” I said, panting, my long nails digging into his broad shoulders, my hips rocking, trying to fuck his hand. I’m close. I knew that if he pressed hard enough, I’d explode.

“Open up for me, baby.” Vitali gently slaps the inside of my thigh forcing me to spread my legs wider.

He then drags his thick fingers through my wet lips, and presses one finger against my other hole, circling it.

“Oh God,” I moan. So filthy. I should’ve known sex with Vitali would be just as dark and filthy as he is.

Then he does something I never thought I would ever witness. The prince of New York, Vitali Solonik, is on his knees. He is… for me.

My Russian kneels for me and in one quick move he shoves my knees wide and licks up my center, sucking my clit into his mouth. With my legs held back, Vitali devours me while looking up at me with so much heat and desire that has me holding onto his shoulders just so I don’t fall. The pressure is building. I can’t hold back the hisses and moans that escape me every time he flattens his tongue and laps on my pussy.

When my pussy begins to flutter, he inserts one finger inside me while licking me as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. The thought only makes me hotter for him.

“Do you want to come, Moya dusha?”

“Yes!” I moan loudly.

He continues fucking me with his finger while eating me out until the feeling gets to be to much and I feel myself coming. My body starts to shake, my head falls back hitting the mirror behind me and I bite my bottom lip trying not to be too loud but I fail tremendously. I shut my eyes tightly, I see stars behind my lids as I chase the high.

When I’m done, I open my eyes to find Vitali’s face close to mine. His eyes are hard and filled with lust. Leaning closer until our noses touch. I love the way he is looking at me as if he’s a beast trying to hold himself back. “That was… everything,” I say through gritted teeth, while trying hard to control my breathing that it’s gotten out of control.

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” he says, his eyes glazed over with lust, his voice low and seductive.

“I want you too… more than I should.” I breathe out not caring how it makes me look admitting that to him. “I need you...” I do. There’s no point in hiding it. My body needs this man as much as my heart does.

“Soon. Soon you’ll give me everything and in turn I’ll give you the world...” He kisses me hard before I am lifted off the ground, my legs encircling his narrow waist, his mouth crushed to mine as he carries us out the fun house.

All the way out all I can think of is of this beautiful feeling that has taken hold of my chest and all my senses. Joy.

Vitali made me happy but more than that, I wanted to make him happy. He makes me want… more. Just more out of life instead of settling. But most importantly, Vitali makes me want to dream when before him all I had were nightmares.

The man did the impossible… he not only brought a dead heart back to life but he made me dream.

If only he knew that all I dream is of him.

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