Page 115 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

I grin as she looks at me with wide eyes. For someone so damn strong she’s adorably innocent at times. Fuck, I’m obsessed with every side of her. Her grumpy side. Her sweet side. Hell, even her ’shut up or I’ll cut you side.’ Everything about her drives me mad and gives me purpose at the same time. “We met under a cloudy sky. Very much like this one.” We look up at the same time. “It seems appropriate that I make you mine under it.” My gaze returns to her.

Kadra’s eyes are sparkling when they meet mine. “Didn’t know you had a poet’s soul, Solonik.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Only for you, baby.”

She lets out a shaky breath and I take that as the perfect opportunity to pull her closer. Suddenly I need to taste her more than I need my next breath.

I touch my lips to hers ever so gently. We both seem to freeze at the contact. My hands dig into her sides, and her hand lifts to my shoulder. My lips start moving, and she grants me access, my tongue sliding in just as hers meets mine.

After a long moment, she pulls back, but my hands stay locked at her waist. Her whiskey eyes—ones that remind me so much of honey—lock with mine. “I never felt anything like this.” She confesses while tracing the tattoos on my face. I like it when she does that. It feels as if she’s saving my face in her memory but it also fucks with my head the fact that maybe she’s doing it because she’s afraid one day she won’t get to see me. Fuck.

Leaning down, I kiss the tip of her nose making her smile. I feel like a king whenever she smiles at me. Nothing has ever felt quite like it. Quite like her. I told her that. “I’ve never felt anything like you, Kadra Parisi. I don’t ever want to feel anything unless it’s you.” I tell her truthfully.

I’ve never been in love before. Never.

But I know now because of her that when I love I love for life. So, no matter what life or this woman throws at me I won’t give her up. The devil will have to drag me to hell himself before I ever let go of Kadra Parisi and even then I’ll find a way back to her.

The woman takes my breath away the second she steps back, leaving my arms, and stands before me looking me straight in the eyes before slowly removing her clothes. Dried tears are staining her cheeks and her mascara has smudged yet she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever and will ever lay my eyes on. “When I told you I trusted you, Vitali Solonik, I meant it.” My breath gets stuck in my lungs as I stand paralyzed watching her slowly expose not only her body to me but her heart as well. The sweet heart that she’s been keeping to herself for so long. My heart. When she stands before me with only a tiny red thong, her perky, round, and perfect tits on full display, and her whiskey eyes blazing with desire I feel a primal need to take her into my arms and fuck her until all she sees and feel is me. I drag my eyes down her body. A low growl from me has a grin spreading across her cherry-red lips.

Taking a step forward, I wrap my arm around her small waist and pull her close to my body, loving the way her tits pressed against my chest. Fuck, my woman fits perfectly against me. “All I ever want to feel is you, Vitali. Only you.”

“Kadra,” I whisper, my lips lightly touching hers as a raspy breath leaves her full lips. “You are one of the most beautiful creatures I’ve seen on this earth.” My fingers dig into her cheek before I caress it with my thumb. Kadra’s hands end up on my chest resting there, and a look of wonder crosses over her stunning face as she feels the even beat of my heart while mine gallops inside my chest. “I’m not a saint, baby. My past isn’t pretty. I hunt, I torture, and I kill.” I lean forward and bite her chin, my teeth sinking into her soft skin before whispering as her eyes close. “My only redeemable quality is you.” It’s true. Kadra and Azariel are what keep me from losing myself completely in the darkness that has forever clung to me like a second skin.

The fire in her eyes burns brighter, matching my own. For a moment, it feels as if the world is standing still around us—as if we are the only two people in the world. Pinching her chin, I force her eyes up to mine before smiling. “Kiss me, love. You’re the one in control.”

After she confessed what that sick fuck Logan Beauregard did to her when she was so young, it helped me understand her a little bit more. Her traumas are the only aspect of her life my computer couldn’t get me access to but she gave that to me. She let me in, and if I can’t kill that son of a bitch for her, the least I can do is do as she asked and erase him from her mind and her body. I know I can’t turn back time but I sure as hell have the power to give her the future she deserves and that I will do even if I have to bend the world and force it at her feet. I will. And even if she hasn’t voiced it I know she needs to be in control at least this time.

Tonight.

Releasing her, I quickly remove all my clothing until I’m standing completely naked before her. “You’re perfect,” Kadra whispers as her eyes roam all over my body from my hair to my toes. My cock springs free and it’s hard as a fucking rock. She does that to me. She turns me on just by breathing. I’m whipped. “Perfect and beautiful…”

Taking a step towards her, I close the distance between us, pull her closer to my body once again, and kiss her senselessly. I kiss her with everything I have.

Kadra melts as soon as our lips touch, making me feel as if I’m on top of the world. That’s what she does to me. Sweeping my tongue across the seam of her pillow-soft lips, they parted with a sigh to let me in, our tongues exploring the deepest recesses of each other’s mouths like they held the power to reveal our secrets and all our desires. One kiss and she’s setting my skin on fire and erasing all the lips I tasted before her. Those memories become ash. They’re all meaningless.

Kissing this woman doesn’t feel like foreplay, it feels like the main event. So, I kiss her until we’re both breathless and her lips are raw and swollen. I kiss her until she’s mad with desire and the only word on the tip of her tongue is my name.

Our tongues duel like this is a battle for possession. I groan, and she moans. Her nails raked down my back, scoring my skin, marking me. Fuck, this woman is both my cure and my disease. With the way she’s kissing me while clawing at my back, I wouldn’t be surprised if I jizzed all over before I get my cock inside her.

Insane with the need to get inside her, I pick her up and the little tease wraps her long legs around my waist. I slowly lower us to the grass where there’s a picnic blanket. Once her back hits the blanket, I hover over her body, aware of her eyes on me. “You don’t have to be gentle, Vitali… I won’t break.”

I stop and look at her lying on the blanket with her long brown hair sprawled all over the cotton material. Her eyes are alert but filled with desire. My brave girl.

She looks like a goddess under the moonlight and with dozens of rose bushes surrounding her.

Looking into her eyes, I make sure she understands. “You deserve gentleness and for a man to worship your body as if it were his last meal. For tonight I’ll give you what no one but you gets from me. Tenderness. Tonight, I’ll make love to you but tomorrow…” I smirk, sliding the red cotton down her legs so her pussy is bare to me. “I’ll fuck you.” Nudging her thighs apart, I planted her feet flat on the blanket and got comfortable between her legs. “Do you want this, Kadra?” I ask, making sure she knows that I’m perfectly fine with stopping this at any moment if she ever feels uncomfortable in any way.

“Vitali,” she says breathlessly, a little whimper escaping when I drag my fingers through her slick heat, wet with her arousal. I want to build a shrine to her pussy. Worship at the altar of Kadra Parisi. “Ahhhh… yes!” her back arches and she pushes her tits up. Licking my fingers, my mouth waters at her sweet taste.

Kadra’s breath hitches.

Grinning, I guide my fingers which are coated in her juices to her lips. “Taste yourself, love.” A look of surprise crosses her face a moment before she tentatively sucks on my fingers. Her eyes are on me, cheeks hollowed, and my cock swelling as she licks my fingers clean. She’s not a sex expert which I love. I feel like a king when I think I’m the first man to teach her these things. The first man who has ever made her feel anything other than pain and disappointment.

I grin when she licks her lips. “Delicious, isn’t it?”

She blushes and my heart flips.

I drape her leg over my shoulder and use my thumbs to open the lips of her pussy, licking her from crack to clit. Kadra moans, lacing her fingers through my hair and holding the back of my skull. I pinch her clit between my fingers, my tongue diving inside her tight walls. I was in so deep I didn’t think I’d ever get out. Her moans intensified, and she’s writhing in front of me, her eyes closed. “Oh, my God.” That’s right. But instead of using God’s name in vain, I want her to scream my name. “You like this?” I ask, massaging her swollen clit and fucking her with my tongue.

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