Page 80 of The Sinner's Touch

“No, Kade. I’m crying because I’m happy. I’m crying because you make me happy. Just love me. Please.”

He leaned forward and cupped her face. “I do love you,moye serdtse.”

Then he slid into her with one hard thrust, his fingers curled around her cheek so he could watch her expression. She closed her eyes, and a low moan vibrated out of her. He pulled out then slid back in, rolling his hips as he touched every part of her. He did it over and over, keeping his pace slow and steady. Her hands fisted into the sheets and she pressed against him, trying to make him go faster. He chuckled when she bit his finger.

“Easy,milka. Just relax.”

He slammed his cock into her, every inch of him encased in her throbbing pussy, his balls resting against her. She arched her back and cried out. He gripped her hips to hold her steady. He never moved. Just enjoyed how she gripped him, her walls contracting around him, squeezing him so hard it hurt. She beat her fist against the mattress, her hips shoving backward, trying to make him move, but he was having none of it.

“What do you want, Angel?” He leaned down until his chest rested lightly over her back and his lips were right by her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want…” She gasped, and he rubbed his cheek against her. “I want you to move, Kade.”

“Like this?” He pulled out and thrust into her, his strokes shallow and slow.

When she groaned in frustration, he grinned. God, he loved teasing this woman.

“Fuck you, Kade. You know what I want.”

He pulled out then pushed his cock back into her, slowly, inch by inch. Her head bowed, and she panted. When she tried to widen her legs to relieve some of the pressure, he used his own thighs to keep them in place. “Nope, baby. You’re not getting off that easy. Tell me what you want. Tell meexactlywhat you want.”

“Please, Kade.” Her voice had gone soft, guttural.

“Tell me.” He pulled out then inserted just the tip of his cock into her. His dick urged him to go deeper, his balls pulsing in near pain, but he wanted her to do this. She needed to forget what it meant to be forced. He wanted her to call the shots, to regain the control she’d lost at Donovan’s hands.

“Fuck me, Kincaid.” She pressed herself low into the mattress, pushing against him so hard his balls curled in on themselves at the sensation. “Fuck me hard, fuck me fast. Please.”

“Good girl.” He kissed the shell of her ear.

Then he did as she asked and started to fuck her. His hands found hers, and he twined their fingers as he increased his tempo, his body a blanket over her to protect and cherish her. He dragged his tongue over the pulse point in her neck. Its rapid beating matched his own.

He felt her body clenching, coiling, getting ready to burst, and he increased his depth and rocked into her. He ignored the sound of the mattress, ignored the sound of the headboard beating against the wall, and listened to her rapid breathing, thesmall noises she made, the sound of his flesh smacking into hers. It was the most beautiful song he’d ever head.

When her orgasm crashed over her, he felt it coat him. His name left her lips, the scream loud in his ears as he slammed himself into her again and again. She was so tight. She’d always been just a little too small for him, and that hadn’t changed. He plowed his way through, forcing her to stretch wider and wider so she took all of him with each hard push. When his own release came, he buried himself right against her cervix, and his harsh shout matched her own.

He fell, his legs giving out, and landed on her, still balls deep inside her. It took him a moment to get control of himself and pull out. Her soft cry echoed in his ear, and he winced, knowing she was sore. “Sorry,milka.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Angel turned and rolled over, cuddling on his chest when he lay back. “Thank you.”

He laughed and kissed her forehead. “No, sweetheart, thank you, even if you almost killed me.”

Angel playfully slapped his chest. “Killed you? You were the one who decided to torture me until I think I lost my mind a little.”

He hugged her, and she lay there listening to the rapid pulse of his heart against her ear. It slowed, and the steady beat soon had her eyes drooping. He’d worn her out.

“Angel?”

“Hmm?”

“I was thinking.”

“That’s never a good thing.”

He slapped her ass playfully. “Behave. I was thinking with your school semester over and my being on medical leave for a while, we could go to Russia. My mama andbabushkawant to meet you. They’re both pissed at me because I never told them I was married.”

“Did you tell them about before?” She could just imagine that conversation.

“Yes. I told my parents and mybabushkaeverything.” The grumpiness in his tone spoke volumes about how that conversation went over.

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