Page 80 of Soul Sucker

She sat up and blinked at Vadim. “What’s wrong?”

He pointed behind him. “You trashed it in less than three hours.”

“Oh for God’s sake, it will clean up fine. I just moved a few things around.”

“Deliberately.”

“Maybe.” She flung herself down on the sheets. “Make up your mind, Morosov. Continue having your hissy fit, or shut up, turn off the light and come to bed.”

The light snapped off and she waited in the darkness, not sure if she wanted him to storm off in a huff, or join her. Her breath hissed out as he came down on top of her, his skin warm from the shower, his cock already hard and pressing against her stomach.

“Hissy fit?” He kissed her. “You are…”

She kissed him back and he shut up, his mouth gentling, his body aligning against hers, his already wet shaft pushing between her legs. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, trapping him, but he didn’t seem to object, only surged deeper and set up a steady thrusting rhythm that ignited all her senses, both physical and psychic. At some point, she grabbed his hair and pushed him over onto his back and rode him that way. He didn’t seem to mind, his mouth busy with her breasts, his clever fingers on her clit, her ass…

This time, when she came, the pleasure was even more powerful and she felt it reciprocated in him. She sank down over him and just lay there until her heartbeat returned to almost normal. His hand threaded into her hair and he lay quietly beneath her.

“Go to sleep, Ella,” he murmured, “and no more nightmares.”

So, she did.

* * *

“I don’t thinkyou should go home.”

Vadim’s unshaven jaw was set in an obstinate line that made Ella want to punch him. It was late morning and for once the sun was streaming in through the window of the hotel. They’d shared an amicable breakfast, which had swiftly deteriorated when Ella had stated her intention of leaving.

“It’s not up to you, is it?”

“As I’ve already said, we need to stick together.” He sat on the side of the bed looking disgustingly attractive despite the fact that he’d just come back from an early-morning run.

“Why? Didn’t you have enough sex last night?”

His eyes narrowed. “No. Did you?”

Despite everything her girly bits perked up at the very thought of even more sex. She clamped her lips together before she started whimpering and instead spent a moment retying the sash of Vadim’s silk robe around her waist.

“I’ll be quite safe at home.”

“Like the other empaths?”

Ella scowled at him. “I’m seeing Rich and Andrew on Sunday and I’ll hang with my neighbors for the rest of today. Satisfied?”

“Not really.”

“I’m going to shower and then I’m going home.”

He didn’t say anything but she was aware of him staring at her as she shut the bathroom door. If it were up to her lady parts, she’d be straight back in that bed and she’d never get out again. She turned on the shower. What was even more frightening was the thought that Vadim seemed to feel the same. He made love like a god and had the stamina of a full-blooded Fae.

Below the noise of the shower, Ella allowed herself a quiet moan as she thought of Vadim moving over her. She had to go home and think this through. Antagonizing him wasn’t going to work, so she’d have to try something else.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Vadim was finishing his breakfast. He looked up as she retrieved her coffee cup.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Walsh. Of course you should go home. I’ll walk you to the ferry.”

“Seriously?” She eyed him over the rim of her cup. “What brought about this change of heart?”

He sighed. “I was being overbearing.”

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