Page 79 of The Pretty Psycho

"I fucking love you, Adrian Zylla," she mumbled, moving her hands to my neck, before slamming her lips to mine.

There was no time to savor this, no time to take it slowly. We fought, we bit, our tongues clashed, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I grabbed her thighs, lifting her up, making her wrap her legs around me. My cock fought to escape from my pants, needing inside her more than anything in this very moment, and I understood the look in her eyes—she wanted this as much as I did.

"I want you to remember that I love you," I said between kisses, rubbing my cock against her center. "Because I'm about to fuck you like I hate you, Bambi."

Her eyes widened, lips parted, and I wasted no time.

I lowered her down quickly and started unbuttoning her pants like a man possessed. My hands shook. Shit, my entire body shook, but she wasn't any better. She tried helping me, pushing her pants down before the buttons were off, and when she saw it was doing nothing, she started unbuttoning mine.

Her laughter echoed around us as our limbs tangled and as our pants finally dropped down, but just as fast as it started it died down. Replaced by my groaning and her soft moans as her hand wrapped around my cock.

"Fuck, baby," I rasped as she worked me up and down, making me rock my hips against her. "I need to be inside you. Right. Fucking. Now."

"Then take me," she mumbled breathlessly. "I'm yours."

Those two little words could mean a thousand things, but to me, as I looked at her, they pushed any lingering fear away. They finally sealed the fact that Vega Konstantinova belonged to me as much as I belonged to her. There were no more games, no more lies, and no more fucked-up shit between us.

She was my soulmate.

My forever.

She was the one I would die for, kill for, destroy every single person for if she only asked me to do so. Wars were waged for women like her throughout history and now I understood why. When you love someone, really, really love them, you would do anything to make them happy. To keep them safe.

To show them that love wasn't just some myth meant for sappy stories and people who grew up in perfect, little families. Love belonged to all of us no matter what. It wasn't something we had to earn. It wasn't something we had to die over.

It was something that simply happened, that made us finally see that after all those years and all those nights when we thought we were all alone in this world, there was someone out there just waiting for us. I had no idea I had been waiting for her all this time, because had I known I would've found her sooner. I would've chased her to the ends of the earth because I now didn't want to imagine my life without her.

She tried kicking away her pants, only to look down and realize her boots weren't allowing her to do so.

"Dammit," she grumbled, making me chuckle. Before she could bend down to remove them, I knelt in front of her, dragging my hands over her soft skin, trying not to look at the wound on her hip.

"You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Bambi," I said, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "The fiercest," I pressed another kiss to her knee. "The softest when you want tobe." And one more to her other knee. I looked up at her only to see the tears gathered in her eyes, but I knew it was not sadness that brought those up. I knew she needed to hear this. We both did.

Her entire body trembled as I unzipped her boots and pushed her pants farther down as she stepped out of them. My knees scraped on the debris-covered floor, but I didn't care. I didn't give a damn if I had to bleed to show her how much she meant to me.

My lips trailed over her legs, from her calves, to her thighs, and all the way to her center, as my hands dug into her backside, bringing her closer to me. My nose pressed against her mound, filling my head with her heady scent, while her soft, whimpering noises wrapped around my heart like a vise, reminding me I almost lost this because I felt self-destruction was a better path than talking things through.

My lips pressed to the hood of her clit, savoring her scent like a man on the edge of sanity, before diving straight in. Her fingers dug into my hair, pulling and pushing, gyrating her hips against my mouth as I ate her out, my face becoming soaked in her juices.

"Adrian!" she shrieked, her quivering legs barely holding her up, and just as she started pulling away from me, trying to get away, I pulled her closer and pushed a finger into her channel, finding that sensitive spot, and pressed.

"Fuuuuuuck!" She erupted like a volcano, shaking, pushing, pulling, and completely mindless with pleasure. I could feel my cock leaking with precum, begging to be inside her, but I refused to chase my pleasure before letting her come at least one time before claiming her.

I looked up, licking my lips, seeing those hooded eyes and those parted lips that belonged to me.

"This pussy." I cupped her, making her moan again. "This belongs to me, Vega."

"Y-Yes," she hissed.

I removed her vest, letting it fall to the ground, before my lips pressed against her stomach, while my eyes were locked on hers. "This body, this stomach." I slowly moved up, pushing her shirt higher and over her chest. "These nipples." I bit down softly, replacing the burn of the bite almost reverently with my lips. "These are mine, Vega."

"All yours," she murmured, pulling me up to her. Our lips met, our tongues danced, and I had never felt more at peace than at this very moment. "Now take me like you fucking mean it, Adrian," she said after a moment, pressing her body to mine.

I wanted her naked. I wanted her in my bed, at my mercy, but this would have to do for now.

I didn't wait another second. My hands gripped her thighs again, lifting her up until she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

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