Page 105 of Porcelain Lies

“You feel so good,” I murmur, brushing her hair back from her face.

She whimpers at the contact, her walls fluttering. “More… Please, more.”

I thumb her nipples, rolling them gently. “You’re fucking perfect,krasivaya.” I thrust harder, deeper. “Take it all.”

She keens, her inner muscles clenching around me. She’s wet silk, fire, her muscles milking me as she peaks again. The sensation is too much, and my body reacts, taking over. My hips snap forward, my own orgasm building. Already, I’m balancing on a knife-edge.

But not yet. Not before I can watch her come undone again.

I prop myself on an elbow, withdrawing slightly and angling my hips. She’s tight and slick, muscles fluttering aroundme as she tries to pull me back in. My thumb finds her clit, circling it gently.

“Come for me again,zaychick.”

She claws at my back as I thrust forward, seating myself. Her inner walls flutter, milking my cock as her orgasm hits. Her mouth opens on a silent cry.

I’m nearly there, the pleasure building to an explosive high. Her skin is flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. Her pussy clenches around me as she spirals down. My hips stutter, burying myself as deep as I can. A groan tears from my throat as I spill myself into her.

For a long moment, we’re fused together. I hold still, breath harsh in my lungs, my eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me.

Her arms wrap around me, pulling me close, and I’m powerless to resist. She’s soft and warm, her scent filling my lungs. I turn my face into her neck, breathing her in.

Already, my mind is whirring. I should never have come to her. Shouldn’t be here in her bed. But her lips press to my shoulder, and I can’t bring myself to break the connection. My instincts scream to stay, to claim.

“Aleksei?” Her voice is sleep-husky, uncertain.

I tense, slowly becoming aware of the position I’m in. Of what I’ve done. Of the consequences.

I roll away, sliding from her clasping pussy as I settle onto my side, pulling her against me.

Stupid fucker.

What the fuck am I doing?

“Is…? Are you…?” She’s hesitant.

“Sleep,” I tell her, holding her more firmly against me. The demons are gone now. Her nightmares eased. But the strange urge to hold her lingers.

I wait until her breath evens out and her body goes limp.

Then I carefully untangle myself from her soft, clinging limbs. I slide out of the bed, reach for my clothes.

And I leave.

Chapter Thirty

Stella

Sunlight streams through the French doors, making my head throb.

I tear my eyes away from the windows and reach across the sheets, finding only cold emptiness where Aleksei’s warmth should be.

Was it just another dream?

The pleasant ache between my legs suggests otherwise.

I press my palm against my forehead, willing the headache to go away. The room spins slightly as I sit up, my stomach growling in protest of missed meals.

Shit.

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