Page 51 of Bound By Sin
I lean down and capture her mouth again, devouring her moans while I keep pounding into her. “Shit, I want to live here… Inside you, like this."
She whimpers and clenches around my cock harder. “I want that too. I want to feel you fill me."
I growl against her lips and thrust faster. “You're the best thing I've ever felt."
Her legs tremble around me and her breath comes in short pants. “I'm so close…"
I reach between us and circle her clit with my thumb, never missing a thrust. “Come for me, beautiful."
Her coil snaps, and her walls flutter and clamp down in waves. “Oh, God, yes… Oh, fuck."
I fuck her through it, keeping my rhythm steady and praising her the whole time. “That is it, baby. Come all over me. You look so perfect falling apart like this. I could watch you come forever.” Her walls pulse and milk me, and her hips keep rolling against my body every time I drive in. But her tears come harder now, drenching her temples and her hair.
I kiss them away, not wanting to ask what they're about and ruin the moment, then her orgasm starts to fade. I keep thrusting but slower now, drawing out every last tremor. “I need more of you, Z. Flip onto your side for me.”
I pull out just long enough to turn her body gently onto her side, lifting her top leg high over my hip. I slide back in from this new angle, sinking even deeper, and she moans loud at the change.
"Mmm…" is all that comes from her lips. I grip her thigh and start thrusting again, the position letting me grind against her clit with every stroke. “God, how can this be even better? Holy fuck, Zora. Your body was made for me."
She reaches back and grabs my ass, pulling me harder into her. “Yes, Kaz, right there. Don't stop."
Each thrust has my balls drawing up, pressure pinching at the base of my spine until I feel like I might detonate. But when she pushes her ass back harder and shudders, I lose it. I can't hold on anymore.
Hard shuddering pulses shoot through my groin as I unload in jets of hot cum. My body twitches and jerks. I mumble "Fuck yes," and Zora claws at my thigh as she whimpers and pleads for me to keep going. And when my orgasm calms and my body goeslimp, I feel her twitching, aftershocks of what I hope is another orgasm for her.
I slide out, lying down beside her, and then pull her against my chest, kissing her forehead. Zora curls around me, pressing kisses to my chest, but I know she's trying to distract me from her tears.
I cup her cheek, wiping tears with my thumbs and kiss her again softly before asking, "Why are you crying?"
She sniffles and shrugs. "I see you hurting and I want to take it away." Her response is so genuine and pure hearted, I can't even question it. I pull her against my chest and hold her tightly. A woman this pure should be protected and honored, and I want to do that for her.
"You're sure everything is okay?" I get the feeling she's too upset to really talk about it but that something is bothering her. Her brothers, maybe, or perhaps the break-in. I wish she would feel safe enough to talk to me.
"I promise…" She sighs. "I want some water," she says softly.
It pains me to pull away from her, but I pry myself from her grasp and head to my kitchen to get her a glass of water. Leaving her in my bed feels like the most natural thing in the world, though for a split second I do think about how my new phone is lying there in my pants pocket. But at this point, Zora has enough information to destroy me entirely if she wants. She doesn't need my phone now.
Besides, I trust her. I want this to work out because I love her, and because she deserves someone to take care of her for once. Timur and Stepan may still have their doubts, but I never did. I'm not letting anyone divide the two of us. We are soulmates,forever linked and one hundred percent inseparable. I can't see any reason I would stop loving her and wanting her.
They're just going to have to see it my way, or they’re gonna lose me.
24
ZORA
Three days without a single message from Bogdan, Makar, or Yefim, and the absence gnaws at the lining of my stomach every time I reach for my phone and find nothing waiting there. I sit at a corner table in a café on Sibirskaya Street with my coat draped over the back of my chair and my hands wrapped around a cup of black tea that has already gone cold.
I haven't spoken to Alisa in over a month. Thirty-two days, if I'm being honest with myself, and every one of them earned by the guilt I feel whenever I think about what I've been doing to Kazimir. Alisa doesn't know any of it, and she definitely doesn't know why I disappeared. The longer I let the silence between us grow, the worse the excuses became until I stopped trying to make them at all. But this morning, waking up in Kaz's bed with his arm over me, I thought about how long it's been since I talked to anyone who isn't him or my brothers. I need my best friend in my life, and I need to make this right.
So I texted her.
And she said yes immediately, no questions or guilt trips, because that's who Alisa has always been even though I don't deserve it.
The café door swings open and cold air rushes through the room, chilling me. Alisa comes in like a breath of fresh air, cheeks pink from the heat of the sun, and she's smiling broadly. After ordering she sets down her purse and drops into the seat across from me and grabs both my hands before I can pull them back from the table.
"You look different." She squeezes my fingers and tilts her head, scanning my face. "You look really good."
"I feel different." It's hard to hide how I really feel, but she's already putting me at ease.
