Page 123 of Twisted Pact
He reaches for me slowly, giving me time to change my mind. When I don’t step back, his hands settle on my waist, and he tugs me against him. His cock is already hard, pressing against my stomach, and the contact sends heat pooling between my legs.
“I thought you were going to leave,” he admits against my temple. “When you walked away tonight, I thought that was it.”
I slide my hands up his chest and encircle them around his neck. “I’m just scared of what staying means.”
“I know. I’m scared, too.”
The admission surprises me. Alexei never admits fear.
I tilt my head back to look at him. He glides his hands up my sides, skimming over the wet skin. When he cups my breasts,his thumbs circle my nipples until they harden into peaks. The sensation makes me gasp and arch into his touch.
“Sometimes, I think I’m so focused on keeping you safe that I forget to listen to what you’re telling me.”
“You’re listening now,” I point out.
“Because you’re naked and wet and pressed against me,” he replies with a chuckle. “I’m highly motivated to listen.”
Despite everything, I laugh. The sound ricochets in the small bathroom, and some of the weight on my chest lifts.
“There she is,” he murmurs. “I was starting to forget what you sound like when you’re not crying or angry.”
“I’m still angry. At Novikov. At my parents. At this whole fucked-up situation.” I drop my hands back down to his chest, flattening my palms against the muscle. “But right now, I’m also so turned on I can barely think straight, so the anger can wait.”
His mouth crashes against mine in a heartbeat. There’s hunger behind it. Need that matches my own. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting and exploring like it’s the first time, even though we’ve done this before.
When he backs me against the shower wall, the cool tile contrasts with the heat of the water and his body. His mouth moves to my neck, trailing kisses and gentle bites that make my knees weak.
“I’ve wanted you since you walked in here,” he admits between kisses. “Wanted to pull you under this water and fuck you until neither of us can remember why we were fighting.”
“Then do it. Stop holding back and just take what you want.”
His hand slides between my legs, and he groans when he finds me already wet. “Christ, Mila. You’re soaking.”
“It’s the shower,” I tease breathlessly.
“It’s not the shower.” His fingers circle my clit slowly, building pleasure with each pass. “This is all for me.”
“Arrogant bastard.”
He slides one finger inside me, then adds a second when I rock against his hand. “Your pussy is practically begging for my cock.”
The crude words make heat crawl up my neck, but they also make me wetter. I love it when he talks like this, dropping the controlled facade and just saying what he wants.
“Then give it to me,” I challenge. “Stop teasing and fuck me already.”
His thumb finds the bundle of nerves that makes stars burst behind my eyelids while his fingers work inside me. The dual sensation has me clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks.
“I want to feel you come on my fingers first. I want to watch your face when you fall apart.”
“Alexei—”
“That’s it. Say my name. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”
He curls his fingers to hit that spot again, and my vision goes hazy. My hips move on their own, grinding against his hand while he works me higher and higher.
“Please,” I beg. “I’m so close.”
“Then come for me, Zaika. Let go.”
