Page 56 of Leave Me (Touch of Death 2)
Her fingers creep beneath the edge of my shirt and press to my bare skin. Instinctively, I freeze, waiting for the urge to hurt her to rise. It never comes; instead, heat tears over me, seizing the breath in my lungs. Her touch trails higher, over my stomach and chest. A foreign sensation washes over me like a fog, blanking out everything else. Her touch, her kiss, the closeness of her body—it drives this strange feeling until I’m about to tear out of my own skin.
Then finally, I explode, and whatever leash I’ve kept on myself my entire life breaks.
Everything sane and rational ceases to exist, and nothing matters but Adelina. A feral kind of madness sweeps over me, and I grab her waist, lifting her before I toss her onto the dressing table. She clings to me, her legs parting beneath the layers of silk and lace. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t even know what this is.
She tears her lips from mine, and rapid breaths blow over my face. Her forehead presses to mine, and I glance down, watching as she slowly eases up the virginal, white material of her dress. My hands land on her bare thighs without permission, and I tremble as I trace her tanned skin.
She yanks open the button of my pants before lowering the zipper. The air crackles between us, and all the pent-up tension from the last few weeks seems to dissipate in an instant. The moment her hand slips inside my boxers, I forget…everything. She grasps my length, and I choke on a breath.
“Adelina,” I growl.
A small smile touches her lips, and she pulls me closer, brushing her lips over mine. “Make me yours, Sasha,” she almost pleads.
In an instant, I grip her hips and slide inside her, and my whole world changes. I’ve never been inside a woman before, but I could happily die right now. She’s perfect, so perfect. Her head falls back, and those full lips part like art. With each thrust, I want to crawl inside her and possess every single cell in her body. My fingers dig into her skin, and though I try to be careful, I can’t control myself. Each thrust gets harder and harder until a string of moans falls from her lips like music to my ears. She completely breaks, exposing the most vulnerable parts of herself to me. I fuck her brutally, unable to stop, the need to stake my claim driving my subconscious. And then something starts to creep up on me—a tingling that soon turns into an all-out explosion. A groan works up my throat as I feel myself empty deep inside her. My world shrinks to a single sensation, one long moment that I wish I could remain in forever. I bury my face in her throat, muffling the feral sounds that pour from me. She tightens her hold on me as though she would never let go. And then, it all just stops. We remain where we are, our rapid breaths intermingling.
“I…” I don’t know what to say, and in the aftermath of our blind lack of control, reality crashes over me. I pull away from her, staggering on wobbly legs. My entire body trembles as I fasten my pants and pull myself together.
Adelina’s cheeks tinge pink, and she drops her gaze to the floor before adjusting her dress back into place. That was foolish on my part. I thought I was done being weak for her, but truthfully, she’ll always be my vulnerability. She reaches parts of me that never even existed before her.
“Malyshka, come with me,” I beg, hoping that this time, now, this will be enough. I will be enough. I’ve given every scrap of myself to her, and I don’t even have my dignity anymore. She can keep it if I can just have her.
Her expression changes, and I watch as a single tear escapes the corner of her eye, tracking over her makeup-clad cheek. She closes the short distance between us and clasps my face in both her hands. “I wish I could,” she whispers. Her forehead touches mine, and I close my eyes, inhaling the scent of the unfamiliar perfume she now wears. “This will soon be over, and we’ll be together.”
But we won’t. An ache forms in my chest, and I hate it. I hate that after everything, we’re still right back here. Nothing has changed. Just as the rational part of mind knew it wouldn’t.
She’s determined to walk this path no matter what. I can’t stop or change it, only watch helplessly. I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have been so weak for her.
On a nod, I take a step back, and her hands fall away from my face. I take one last look at her, and then I take everything I feel for her and extinguish it. Adelina will be lost to the history of my mind. Whether she senses the change, I don’t know, but she steps forward, seeking me out.
