Page 112 of Blood Code

He took me in for one more minute before he seemed to let it go and return to what he was doing. He pulled all the way out and thrust hard and deep inside of me.

My head fell back again. “Yes, Moy—” I clamped my lips shut to keep myself from speaking Russian.

But, fuck. That was close.

He continued his pace, and I moaned. “Harder. Oh god, harder.”

Always a good listener—and lover—he did as asked, and I fell apart completely.

My walls clenched around his cock as the orgasm crashed through me. I screamed, and he let out a roar as he came, his hot seed filling me.

His head fell against my breasts as I panted, my chest rising and falling with each breath, and his breaths warmed the skin.

One hand slid up my waist, and he cupped the breast he was still using as a pillow.

I didn’t dare say a word. I didn’t know what the fuck to say.

Sorry, I got so angry I fucked you? Thank you for the consensual orgasm? I haven’t truly had one of those since the last time you fucked me. Let’s do it again?

No. I absolutely couldn’t say any of that.

That would be foolish.

But I didn’t need to say anything. He stood, cupped the back of my neck, drew me toward him, and brought his lips to mine.

He kissed me slowly. Sensually. Wonderfully. And it seemed to go on for ages.

It was a kiss of devotion. The kind of kiss you only gave someone you loved.

And that was when confusion spiked through me, followed by horror the moment he opened his mouth and spoke.

“Xeniya?” he breathed against my lips. “My Xeniya.”

Every muscle in my body went rigid. Every tissue froze. Sinew by sinew turning into rock-hard ice.

Because he’d just called me by my name.

My fucking name. Did he know? Was the way I fucked that obvious?

What. The. Fuck?

The name snapped me back into reality.

I shoved against his chest, his cock still inside me. I needed him out. I needed him to get away from me.

“Get off of me,” I seethed.

He pulled out and quickly tucked his dick back into his pants.

My chest heaved as I pulled up my bra and dress, tucking everything back into place while glaring at him.

“Every woman loves to be called by someone else’s name.”

The color drained from his face as he realized what he’d done.

I gulped, shoved him aside, and jumped off the desk, cum dripping down my leg.

But I didn’t fucking care.