Page 73 of Ruthless Creatures
There’s no turning back now. No changing my mind.
What surprises me is that I don’t want there to be.
No matter who or what he is, I don’t care.
I’m all in.
I pull his head down and kiss him hard, knowing as I do that the girl I was before this moment no longer exists. When we rise from this bed, it will be as one person, not two.
I guess he and I are alike in that way: there’s no halfway for either of us.
We’re both all in or nothing.
He commands, “Give me your eyes.”
I open them and stare up at him through a blissful haze. He looks beautiful, otherworldly, his gaze burning hot, his brow furrowed with intensity.
He picks up the pace of his thrusting, and I get that he wants me to watch him climax. When he comes inside me, he wants us both to have our eyes wide open so we can see everything plainly, all there is between us as we share our bodies and breath.
He said it but he wants me toknowit: I belong to him now.
Just as he belongs to me.
I reach up and touch his face. I murmur, “All those years I spent waiting… I don’t think it was for him anymore. I think it was for you.”
He shudders, moans, drops his hot forehead to my neck. Then he empties himself inside me with a series of short, jerking thrusts, gripping my hair and whispering brokenly in Russian.
I wrap my arms around his back and my legs around his waist and close my eyes, feeling like I’m flying.
Feeling like I’m finally, finally home.
We doze.
After a while, Kage rouses from my arms and gets undressed, standing at the side of the bed and quickly peeling off his jeans, briefs, and boots, impatient to return to me. He crawls back into my arms and nuzzles my breasts, pulling me against his big, warm body. Tangling his strong legs between mine.
“Why are you laughing?”
I open my eyes and look at him. Even sweaty and disheveled, his messy dark hair falling into his eyes, he’s so handsome it takes my breath away.
“Because you left your shoes on.”
He crinkles his nose. It’s adorable. “I was in a hurry.”
“You don’t say?”
He quirks his lips and examines me from under lowered lashes. “Is my woman trying to tell me I left her unsatisfied?”
“My woman.”Hearing those words, a little thrill runs through me.
This relationship is probably going to be a total disaster, but right now I’m so happy I could burst.
Smiling, I stretch against him, pressing my breasts to the hard expanse of his chest. I love how hard he is.
Hard everywhere except for his eyes, which are achingly, adoringly soft.
“Nope. Just making an observation.”
He pulls me closer. We’re lying on our sides. I’m tucked into him, perfectly safe and warm, his scent in my nose and the slow, steady thump of his heart next to my ear. I could stay in this exact spot forever.
