I wedge my tongue into her entrance. She feels so impossibly tight that I almost spill into my hand. I won’t last long, not with her beneath my mouth.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl against her sex, sucking her swelling bud between my lips. Her hips buck and her pussy starts to spasm against my mouth, even as I eat her up with reckless abandon, chasing her pleasures like they’re my own.
“Oh …Yes, Oh fuck—”
Yuri screams as her body seizes up, tightening around my tongue. I take her clit between my lips again with slow suction that has her shaking as I drag her orgasm longer. Her cries turn into whimpers as I soak up the dredges of her orgasm.
When I feel the familiar twinge in my spine, I stand and thrust into my fist a few times before finally spilling against her glistening pussy. My growl is loud and hoarse as I come, trembling as I empty myself. I look down at Yuri to find her eyes fixed on mine and I am overwhelmed by the need to confess my feelings.
I want to tell her just how much I love her. How these feelings I have for her go beyond love, verging on obsession. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy. I would kill for her to keep her safe. I would trade every penny of my hard-earned wealth if that’s what it took to keep her in my life.
When I meet her fucked-out gaze, warm and softly smiling up at me, I am overwhelmed by the need to confess that I am nothing but a servant to her needs. She owns every last bit of me like no one else ever has or ever will.
I want Yuri like I need my next breath. She holds my very existence in her hands.
Chapter Five
Yuri
“Are you hungry?”
I could have sworn Adam was going to confess his undying love for me given the way he’d been staring at me earlier, but it seems I was wrong. I must be out of my mind to think a man like him would fall for me after that but … I want it to be true.
Is it illogical to think that someone can fall madly and irrevocably in love after such a short time?
Yes. The answer is yes. It’s downright delusional and my therapist would tell me to snap out of it, but I can’t help it. I can’t help how he makes me feel.
“Does the chicken taste bad?” Adam asks, snapping me back to the present. I look up to meet his gaze, swallowing hard at how sinful and dreamy he looks. His hair is damp and he didn’t bother to put his shirt back on after his shower, so he’s sitting on the floor of my living room shirtless while we eat the food we just had delivered. He even smells like my soap too, which is so domestic that I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.
“No, it tastes great. Why do you ask?”
“You’re frowning. People don’t usually frown that much when eating chicken.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just lost in thoughts, the chicken tastes great. Where did you order it from again?”
Adam names a restaurant I have never heard of before but then again, I can’t claim to know every single restaurant in the city.
“Are you originally from the city?” he asks. His look lingers for just a hair too long and it makes heat crawl up my neck.
“Uhm yeah. Born and raised here,” I say. “My mother is originally from Tokyo and my dad was born in Boston before they moved here to start a family. They moved away a couple of years ago and left me the house. I have an older sister, but she’s married with kids and lives on the west coast now. What about you?”
“My parents were both from the city. They passed away when I was young, so I was raised by a much older sister alongside her son. There’s only five years between us so I was able to leave my businesses to him when I got incarcerated.”
“Do you miss it? Working at the bar?” I ask, leaning back against the couch.
“Not really,” he murmurs. “I thought I would but now that I’m out, I don’t. I started it because it felt like a good investment at the time, and I was right. I went over everything as soon as I got back, but it seems my nephew is running the place better than I ever could, so I probably won’t go back.”
I frown. “Then what will you do? Everyone gets bored after a while.”
“Not me,” he rasps, heat flashing in his eyes. “I’ve found something I want to do more than anything in the world.”
“What’s that?” I ask, leaning in eagerly. Adam doesn’t give me an answer, choosing instead to flash me a maddening grin. “Oh, c’mon, now I want to know.”
“Soon,” he smiles.
“Fine,” I say with a yawn. Everything feels so cozy with him, I can’t help feeling relaxed while he’s around. I tap my phone with my pinky, and it lights up to show that it’s a quarter to midnight. I stretch my arms over my head, letting out another yawn as the day’s exhaustion finally hits.
“You should get some rest, Yuri,” Adam says. I nod in agreement, watching him with half-lidded eyes as he cleans up after us.