Page 156 of Mile High Ruin

He watches my face. “Come.”

My body tightens around him. He keeps his thumb moving, and the orgasm builds so quickly that I barely have time to brace myself before it rolls through me, my thighs clamping around his hips while my nails dig into his shoulders.

I bury my face against his neck, and he keeps holding me through it. Then, before I have fully recovered, he shifts. One arm goes around my waist.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Turning you around.”

“I can see that.”

He ignores me.

A second later, I’m on my hands and knees with my face near the pillows and Vadim behind me. I look over my shoulder. “You really have no concept of moderation.”

“No.”

He grips my hips. Then he pushes back inside.

My arms nearly give out.

“Fuck.”

His palm slides slowly up my spine. He bends over me and kisses the back of my shoulder, which would feel almost tender if he were not driving into me hard enough a second later to make the mattress shift beneath us.

I clutch the sheets. The angle is deeper like this. Much deeper.

He knows it too. His hand comes around my waist and holds me steady while he fucks me, each thrust strong enough to make my breath leave me in broken little sounds that I know he can hear.

“You like this,” he murmurs.

I laugh breathlessly.

Then he drives into me harder, and the laugh disappears. His hand slides up my body and closes around one breast, squeezing while his mouth brushes the side of my neck.

My head falls back against his shoulder. “Jesus.”

He kisses beneath my ear. “No.”

I manage to turn my face toward him. “Did you just correct me?”

“Yes.”

“That is incredibly arrogant.”

Instead of an answer, his fingers move between my thighs again and find my clit.

My entire body tightens. “Vadim.”

He keeps fucking me while rubbing slowly, his chest pressed against my back, one hand holding my breast and the other working me until I’m barely aware of anything except him.

The second orgasm takes longer. Maybe because my body is already oversensitive. Maybe because he refuses to rush me. When it finally hits, I collapse forward with my face against the pillow and his name muffled against the fabric. He follows not long after, holding my hips so tightly that I know there will probably be fingerprints there later.

For a while, the room is completely still.

Then he kisses the back of my shoulder.

I close my eyes.