Page 496 of Rage

Maybe I was deluding myself. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.

But fuck it, that didn’t mean I couldn’t savor the moment, this fleeting, desperate illusion that she wanted me. Craved me.

Loved me.

She cupped my face as we broke apart for air. I wanted to believe the concern in her gaze was real as she studied me.

“You’re hurt,” she whispered, her soft fingers trailing over the cut on my cheek.

“I’m fine, kitten. It’ll heal.”

She melted into me as I kissed her again. Feeling her warmth against me sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. Katya stirred in my arms, trembling beneath me, and the way her body responded to mine had my cock straining painfully against my pants.

“I want you,” I murmured as we parted for air.

I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have put myself in such a vulnerable position in front of her. Yet, I didn’t regret it. Her eyes were glazed with mixed emotions as she looked at me. I didn’t dare to try to decipher them.

Katya wrapped herself tighter around me, pulling me closer. A shiver rushed down my back as she tugged at my ripped shirt, undressing me. I allowed her to do it. I helped her get out of hernightdress, and I quickly unfastened my belt and removed my pants and boxers.

“Dimitry…”

Her voice broke as she took me in. Katya moved her fingers so gently along my chest and shoulders that it felt as if they were made of feathers. I realized she was tracing the scars and bruises that covered my skin. I didn’t even notice them after the blast.

“I’m fine,” I assured her again.

I froze as she pressed her lips to mine, clawing at my back in her attempt to pull me closer. I allowed myself to believe, for a fucking second, that she actually wanted me. Needed me.

She was so sweet, and more of her unique taste flooded my mouth as our tongues entwined. Katya squirmed under me, and she let out a tiny mewl as my cock jerked against her thigh.

“Please, make love to me,” she breathed against my lips.

Those words ruined me. She sounded so vulnerable and innocent. Maybe she was trying to manipulate me, but I didn’t care. I craved nothing more than to have her. My dick was so hard that it hurt and all I wanted was to hear Katya moaning my name.

Her eyes were so soft as they met mine. I moved on top of her, placing tiny kisses on her smooth skin. She writhed and stretched as I took my time to worship every inch of her beautiful body.

I cupped her large tits, massaging them while sucking on her nipples in turns. My pulse quickened as Katya moaned and thrust her chest forward, pushing herself more into me. As if she needed me as much as I needed her.

I felt her palms roaming over my back, pressing me into her. It made me feel as if I belonged to her. As if she owned me. I loved that feeling, and a shiver of fear zinged through me at the realization.

“Dimitry,” she whimpered and thrashed, her lips curling into a gorgeous, sweet smile.

I didn’t remember ever seeing her smiling like that before. Maybe when I’d told her about helping her father, but that one had been different. This one was content and passionate, and with a mix of lust and blissfulness I couldn’t exactly describe. And pure. So fucking pure.

Fuck!

The desire to take care of her, to claim her and keep her as mine, to make sure she always had a reason to smile, was overwhelming.

Katya let out more tiny mewls as I crawled down her body, trailing my mouth along every part of her. I wanted to give her pleasure, and watching her so delighted by my touches pulled at something inside me I didn’t know existed before.

I wanted to please her. To protect and care for her, to see her happy. Fuck, I really was in love with this wild kitten.

She’s going to be the death of me.

Her breath grew labored as I moved closer and closer to her pussy. She trembled and let out more soft moans as I spread her long legs and caressed them.

I watched her quivering and panting as I placed little kisses on her inner thighs. God, she was gorgeous, and the way her body responded to any of my touches was like a drug. Intoxicating. Addictive. I wanted nothing more than to claim her and keep her as mine.

“Dimitry!”

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