Page 84 of Devotion

“Maybe after a short break.” I know damn well she is as sore and bruised as I am.

The past few days have been a gauntlet of car chases, gunfights, and more recently, nonstop party-till-you-drop marathon of lovemaking mayhem.

Safe to say, I have not slept much.

Neither has she. And I am here for it.

If there was a challenge for every single position attempted in twenty-four hours, I think we’d give somebody a run for their money. It’s like, regardless of how many times I take her from however many directions, I can’t seem to get enough, I want her more and more. She wants me again and again.

Every time we kiss, every time she touches me, it makes me fucking nuts. Simultaneously we let out long, moaning, satisfied sighs. Followed by a shared, conspiratorial grin.

“You know, that thing you did with the legs bent back?—”

“Oh, definitely. I didn’t know you could bend that way, let alone me,” I marvel, ticking my neck to the side with a loud pop.

“I think I call that one ‘Break-Back Mountain,’da?” She snickers, nestling into my chest.

“Ha! Clever. But um, maybe a different name…that one makes me think of, well. Other things.”

“Like the thing I did with my finger when you?—”

“Hey! You know, sometimes we both get caught up in the moment.”

“Don’t tell me you are shy now!”

I swear, she is unstoppable. And just as willing as I am to try…anything. Bold does not even begin to describe her confidence in the bedroom.

“No, no, no. I’m just saying that compared to the Gulag, you’re next level shit, baby.”

And I grin ear to ear as that fiery look takes over her face again.

“You say things like this, makes me want to take you one more time.”

“Then take me one more time, baby,” I rumble in her ear.

Her instant gasp and back arch absolutely do the trick for me, raising me right to attention again. Especially when she brushes her spectacular breasts against me. A slight groan escapes my lips as she climbs on top of me again.

Then it’s like I’m renewed. Replenished and ready to go.

Never mind the claw marks down my back, the teeth marks accenting both of us from head to toe. I’ve never seen something so beautiful or arousing in my life.

Wait, scratch that.

Vanya stretches up, craning her neck back, her arms overhead in a long, languid stretch. The midmorning sun clips through the curtains, kissing her pale skin, spotlighting her above me.

I could stare at her forever.

Until she backs that ass up, slipping me effortlessly inside of her again.

“Holy…”

“More like unholy,” Vanya croons, gyrating her hips. If I was hard before…

“How do you do that!” I gasp as she flexes inside.

“Secret Russian technique.” She bears down on me harder, biting her lip.

“If you tell me, you’ll have to kill me?”

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