Page 95 of Vitaly

He releases my wrists only to cup a hand over my mouth as he slides on top of me, one hand hurriedly working the buttons on his jeans. He pushes them over his hips and drives into me. My eyes roll as my pussy stretches. I moan around his hand while wrapping my legs around him, and the moment he releases my mouth, I know our game is over.

His lips plant to mine, and I kiss him with my mouth opened slightly, inviting him in before he even knocks. I wrap my hands around his neck and moan as he thrusts, ecstasy warming my skin and squeezing my limbs around Vitaly.

My chest feels like it’s filling with something warm and thick, making it hard to breathe. I break away from Vitaly’s lips and pant against them, closing my eyes while trying not to suffocate.

He just feels like too much. And everything I want. And not nearly enough to satisfy my craving all at the same time. It overwhelms me.Heoverwhelms me.

I find my eyes watering, which is absolutely ridiculous, so I keep my eyes closed and ignore it, focusing instead on his cock stuffing me. Every thrust presses against a button that sends a wave of tingles up my core, and I move with it, my hips moving to meet his.

The waves build until it’s a tsunami crashing over me, washing away every thought from my mind in one dizzying spell of endorphins. Except for one...

“I love you,” I cry through my orgasm, stupid tears wetting the creases of my eyes.

Vitaly replies by speeding up his pace, rocking into me with so much force that my whole body jolts. He grunts as he comes then stills on top of me, resting his forehead against mine.

A minute passes while we pant, our hands finding each other’s arms in an embrace that says everything our winded lungs won’t let us.

“’Bout time,” Vitaly manages, an amused grin playing on his lips.

I smile with him but don’t reply. He rolls off of me and wipes the sweat from his forehead, facing me on his side. I roll to face him as well.

“I knew I loved you as soon as you said it.” I crook my arm beneath my head. “I just needed a minute to digest.”

His smile falls. “I was just teasing, Mila.”

I nod. “I know…”

My eyes feel heavy with a peaceful kind of sleepiness, but I only close them a moment before opening them. The tattoo on his chest comes into my view.

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.

I smile at it, but it isn’t happy. It’s sad.

I get it now. I gethim.

When I first spotted it, I wondered if he was religious or something. I wondered what horrors had happened to him in prison to turn him humble. To turn him kind.

He was never afraid to talk about what happened to him in prison. He was afraid to talk about what he did.

“You’re not religious, are you?” I ask, my finger tracing the cursive letters.

He doesn’t look down at his chest. He seems to know what I’m talking about. “No… A friend of mine is. The tattoo is a story he liked to tell me… It’s to remember him by.”

To remember him by.

I don’t believe it. I think I know what he’s really trying to remember.

“Everyone is always looking for revenge,” I say with a sigh. “While all you’re doing is looking for a second chance… You’re noble, Vitaly. No matter what you think of yourself.”

He huffs, but there’s a soft smile left in its place. “Do you believe in giving people second chances?”

I shrug. “For the right person.”

He stares at me like he’s considering that, and for a solid minute, he seems lost in thought. It isn’t long before we both come down from our momentary bliss and remember the lives we’re living, the responsibilities we have.

He can’t stay.

But what if…

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