"You’re dripping for me.” My thumb circles her clit.
“Because only you make me feel like this. No one else.”
I slide two fingers into her, steady and relentless. She moans my name, clenching around me.
“I could make you come just like this,” I murmur against her skin. “Watch you fall apart on my fingers.”
“Don’t you dare. I want you inside me when I come.”
Her plea nearly makes my pulse race.
“Please,” she breathes. “I want you now.”
The first slide of my cock into her makes us both cry out with relief. She’s so wet that I sink into her in one stroke, stretching her around me.
“God, you feel incredible.” I hold her still to let her adjust to my size before I start slow, savoring the way she feels around me.
Katya has other ideas.
She rolls us over and straddles me, thighs clamping around my hips. The sight of her above me, black lace barely hanging on, nearly makes me lose it.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I rasp as my hands grip her waist.
“I need you deeper.”
Her words make my cock twitch inside her. She starts to move, slow rolls that drag every inch of me.
“Fuck, Katya.”
She grinds down harder, nipples brushing my chest as she leans over me. “I love watching you lose control.”
“Then finish me.”
Her pace quickens, desperate, head tipped back, hair falling over her shoulders as she rides me raw. My thumb finds her clit, and she breaks apart with a scream, pulsing around me until I can’t hold back.
I spill inside her with a groan, gripping her to me as if I’ll never let go.
She collapses against my chest, panting. I hold her, our breaths tangling until the world goes quiet.
Then she lifts her head, her eyes raw. “Whatever happens in Moscow, this mattered. You matter.”
“You mean everything to me.” The words slip out before I can stop them. But they’re true. I’ve fallen for Katya Kozlov, and there’s no undoing it.
25
Katya
Walking into the penthouse feels like stepping back into a lie.
“Home sweet home,” I mutter as Dmitri sets our bags down in the foyer.
“You seem tense.” He moves behind me to rest his hands on my shoulders.
“Just adjusting to being back in civilization after our peaceful retreat.”
But that’s not what’s bothering me.
Every corner triggers flashes of familiarity that don’t align with the story I’ve been told about my life here.
