Page 66 of Control: XXX Vadim 1
I cry out, gasping iterations of his name as my nails sink into his hair. I know even as my body clamps down around him, trembling with release, that I’m far beyond the danger zone when it comes to him. I think I’ve been past the point of return for days now.
I burry my mouth into the crook of his shoulder, stroking his back as he slams into me, inching my body up the wall with every thrust. I never knew sex could be like this.
Raw.
Real.
Intoxicating.
We’re experiencing something more than just a sharing of bodies. Something primal that makes me cling to him long after my orgasm rips me apart.
So much for finding a billionaire to screw for the weekend. Vadim Gorgoshev has shattered those simple expectations. This moment cements that whatever we share is already far beyond that.
And far more than my sexual adventure is at stake.
I’m falling for him.
Hard.
And from this height, I don’t see any soft landing in sight.
* * *
He bathes me again,massaging my limbs while I lie prone on the shower bench at his mercy. The water has long since stopped running—triggered by an automatic shutoff from what I could tell. A warm haze of steam bathes everything in a soft, dreamy blur, misting our skin and fogging our glass surroundings.
We’re in our own private universe, one I never want to leave.
“Your body is a masterpiece,” Vadim says, his voice a low rasp. I shiver as he drags a rag across my lower back as if memorizing every divot and curve.
“Why, Mr. Gorgoshev!” I exclaim with mock alarm. “Is that a compliment? Dare I say praise?”
He smiles, and it’s breathtaking. I make a mental note to never allow him near his asshole of a brother again. No one is worth making him lose this smile.
“Or should I call you Dima?” I wonder, recalling the moniker Milton and his brother used.
I instantly regret the suggestion as his face falls flat.
“No,” he says, stroking up the curve of my spine. “I… I love the way you say my name.”
My grin is a mile wide, and I attempt to practice my sexy purr, “You mean like this?Vadim.”
He nods, his nostrils flaring. “Like that.”
I roll onto my back and observe him leisurely, drinking in every inch of his gorgeous frame.
“Will you pierce me now?” I wonder as he turns his attention to my torso. He skirts the cloth between my breasts, traveling down over my belly.
“Now?” He releases an appreciative sigh as his gaze lowers to my legs. “Perhaps,” he says. “You still want this?”
I grin wickedly. “More than ever.”
Something equally feral alights his gaze as he stands and pulls me into his arms. Cool air assaults us both when he finally opens the shower stall, and we forsake the warmth for a brisk return to the real world. On his way into the bedroom, he grabs a handful of towels and dries me off before letting me crawl onto the mattress.
I twist around, reaching for him. “Are you going to do naughty, sexy things to me before I’m pierced?” I wonder, my voice giddy.
“I—” A crisp, musical tone cuts him off. Confused, we both turn to the nightstand where his cell phone rests. It dawns on me that I’ve never heard it ring before. The novelty of the fact makes him frown, and I suspect it’s not by accident. Few people must have that number, their calls unavoidable. “I have to take this,” he says reluctantly, crossing over to the end table.
I lie back and watch as he casually answers, only for his posture to shift drastically in the space of a heartbeat. He hunches over, gripping the end of the table, his voice hoarse. “T-Tomorrow? No, I understand. Yes, I am still interested. Placement?”
