Page 63 of Volatile

The thumb in my ass moves back out, massaging around the ring as he shifts and gives me more of his weight. He feels even deeper and slaps my ass with his free hand. I combust, burying my face into the plush pillow until it’s choking me instead of his hand as he alternates between fucking me harder and pushing his thumb in and out of me.

“That’s my fucking girl, again.” My body rocks forward as he slaps my ass and orders, “Soak me, malysh.”

Fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling it off the sheets until it’s positioned between my thighs in silent instruction. Vitali threads his fingers through my hair at my scalp and pulls my head back up. There are little wet spots on the pillow and my teeth have marked the fabric. I know what he wants before he demands, “Lips, Asya.”

I blindly turn, searching for him.

He kisses me like he needs it to breathe, my air and his are the same and we’re smiling against each other as my finger circles my clit faster.My breath stutters and I grab anything I can to stabilize myself as he throbs inside me. All I can feel is pleasure, Vitali is the source of it and hot liquid flows down my cheeks. My mouth opens on a silent scream, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and he wraps his arms around me to stop me escaping while grinding up into me and biting into my shoulder. Heats fills me from the inside out, it’s too much and drips down my thighs while my body rewrites itself.

He hugs me to him as we wait to breathe normally and little flashes of light burst around the room as I try to blink. His lips greet every inch of my skin he can reach with reverence as his heart races. My neck, my cheek, my shoulder, my nape, nowhere is left out of reach. He slowly pulls out of me once we’ve recovered and fills with awe.

“Never coming in your mouth again.”

My chest shakes in an exhausted laugh, and he kisses my crown before lifting me up to go clean up. It should be awkward, the social expectation is to do it separately, but he doesn’t know what personal space is, the concept is as foreign to him as the knowledge of other worlds and the warmth in my chest grows as he sits me on the vanity and cleans us both.

When he’s finished, he steps between my shaky thighs and curls his fingers around my nape to plant a chaste kiss on my lips. His voice is soft despite the way he’s searching my eyes as he asks, “All good, sweetness?”

I look around for something to take us back to what we were as I lay my head on his shoulder, contradicting my need for it. “You have better shampoo and face creams than me.”

No wonder his skin is so soft, the vain idiot spends all his ill-gotten gains on his appearance. I can’t complain when I’m the one benefiting from it, and he is extremely pretty.

The soothing vibration of his hum travels through his chest into mine as he rests his lips against my hair and fills with questions again. If he had a suggestion box it would be full of requests for his inquisitive mind to stop.

“What’s your favorite holiday?”

It’s not some deep thought-provoking insight and I look up as I answer, “Halloween.”

It’s obvious when all the others revolve around family or companionship. Halloween is for the lonely souls, the dark ones who can’t find a place in the world that constantly tells them you need people.

His smirk is filthy as he asks, “So, you like dressing up?”

I’m too relaxed to stop my real laugh and fall against him. There’s no voice in my head telling me it’s awful and I sound like a braying donkey, it’s lightness and I nuzzle closer to the warmth. It’s cut off when he tips up my chin with his knuckles. Vitali’s lips softly move against mine. His thumb makes random patterns on my skin and I’m breathless when he breaks our connection.

I keep my hands on him to resist the urge to press my fingers to my lips, and my voice doesn’t sound like my own.

“What was that for?”

His hands didn’t go anywhere other than my face and we’re both naked without him inside me. His gaze follows his thumb tracing my lips, as he whispers, “I wanted to taste your happy.”

Stupid puppy.

Emotion clogs the back of my throat, making it hard to swallow and he takes a step back, grabbing a fluffy robe off the back of the door.I’m going to miss him. It never bothered me before, but now it does. I like being around him and forced out of my inner discomfort. He’s gentle as he drapes the robe over my shoulders, puts my arms through then tightens the tie so it can’t slip open. There’s no robe for him to put on so he pulls on a pair of shorts before lifting me off the vanity and guiding me out of the room. Wherever he’s taking me better be good because I’m naked under the fluffy material wrapped around me.

The sun hasn’t come up yet and I freeze, turning bright red at the sight of Viktor walking towards us as we step into the hallway. He can’t even keep his eyes open as he drags a pillow on the floor and goes into a room beside the stairs, muttering, “Dom and Vas are pissing me off, wake me up in a few hours.”

The car bed is set up for someone a lot younger than him and he slams the door behind him as Vitali starts walking again as though it’s normal for children to play musical beds.

TWENTY-TWO

Vitali

Imake a mental note to change Viktor’s room so he’s not stuck on a bed too small for him as I drag my girl behind me to go to my second favorite place – the kitchen. I don’t know who orders the meals, but they always stock up on my favorites.

I’m nearly thirty years old and I should be embarrassed but who gives a fuck, I could barely make toast without burning it when I was a kid and if Vlad wanted to baby us I wasn’t going to stop him.

Stasi’s cute as fuck with a faint blush on her cheeks. I can’t stop myself and bite it as I pull her to stand in front of me.

“What are you doing?”

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