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When her heels press into the backs of my thighs, urging me to go harder, faster, I become her slave.

With each thrust, as she sinks her fingernails into my ass and kisses me with everything she has, she moans my name. It’s like she’s branding hers on my heart, short-circuiting my brain.

And then, somehow, something more extraordinary happens.

When our foreheads press together and we edge closer and closer to falling apart, she opens her eyes. And it’s like I’m back to the moment we first met—when I looked into them and knewI was doomed. Her eyes are just as breathtaking and hypnotizing as ever, but it’s not their beauty that hits me. No. As I thrust into her, over and over, it finally clicks.

“Ya ne mogu bez tebya zhit,” I whisper against her lips.I can’t live without you.

She cries out, her eyes squeezing shut, her erratic breathing telling me she’s right there on the brink. “Nik…”

I drive into her faster, harder, deeper. With a gasp, she arches beneath me, her body clutching mine as her orgasm tears through her.

One last thrust, and I follow her, my release ripping through me with a roar. Our lips meet in a desperate, consuming kiss as we fall over the edge together.

As I spill inside her, I bury my face in her neck, trailing my mouth along her throat until I reach that tender spot where her shoulder curves. I bite down hard, tasting the metallic tang of her blood as I desperately try to claim her as mine—forever.

Chapter 42

Kat

I wake up in a dream.

In my dream, a devastatingly beautiful angel watches over me. His warm brown eyes glow in the soft morning light, and his full, velvety lips leave featherlight kisses on my cheekbones, my throat, my stomach. My belly flutters at the tender caress, and he smiles against my skin, wicked and knowing.

Then, with agonizing slowness, his mouth trails lower, descending to my sex. The first languid flick of his tongue pulls a gasp from me, the sound raw and helpless.

Pale sunlight filters through the thick drapes, haloing his dark head as it rests between my thighs. The devilish glint in his eyes gives him away—he's a fallen angel, after all.

His gaze locks on mine as he lazily kisses me, his movements deliberate, unhurried, devastating. I try to hold his stare, but the pleasure overwhelms me. My hands clutch at the crisp white sheets, and my eyes squeeze shut as his sinful mouth brings me closer and closer to heaven.

His tongue teases me, flicking and circling, knowing exactly where I need him most. When he slides a finger inside me, the warmth and slow, rhythmic thrusts make my back arch off the bed. His lips close over me, gently sucking, teasing, pushing mecloser to the abyss. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t relent, his touch both tormenting and worshipful.

Every stroke of his tongue, every movement of his finger, builds the pressure inside me until I’m trembling. My moans spill into the air, unbidden, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

“Nik…” I beg, my voice shaking as I teeter on the edge.

My eyes flutter open, and he’s still watching me, his gaze intense, carnal. The hunger in his eyes reflects the unholy fire burning in mine, and, cruelly, he shifts, lavishing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of my thighs.

“No, no. Don’t you dare,” I protest, my voice sharp with frustration. “Don’t stop. For the love of God, don’t you fucking stop.”

With his lips curved in a wicked smirk, he looks sinfully gorgeous as his teeth graze the delicate skin on the inside of my left thigh.

“Tsk, tsk. You have to ask me nicely,kiska,” he chides, his dark eyes glittering with mischief.

I exhale sharply, trembling with frustration. “Please, Nik.” I roll my eyes, and his soft chuckle vibrates against my skin.

Before I can say anything else, his hand reaches up, long fingers pinching my nipple just hard enough to make me gasp. My breath catches as his lips move to the sensitive spot behind my knee, his laughter warm against my skin.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” His voice is soft but laced with dark amusement, his mouth trailing just below my navel.

I grab fistfuls of his hair, trying to push his head lower, but he resists, grinning up at me with that boyish, sunny smile—the one that first undid me back on the airfield.

I have no defenses against that grin. My grip loosens, and my fingers brush through his hair, smoothing it off his forehead. My voice softens. “Please, Nik. Kiss me again.”

His eyes light up with approval as he murmurs, “Ah, much better. Good girl,kiska.Mygood girl.”

And then he gives me what I’ve been begging for.

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