Page 127 of Deviant Need

“You’ll be fine,” Alexei says flatly. “Stop fucking whining.”

“I’m leaving,” Yulian announces, already heading for the door. “This is the worst day of my life,” he says, then the door slams a second later.

Alexei and Kelly exchange a look.

“We’re out too,” Alexei says, and Lev follows them toward the door. Kelly waves at us as they leave, the door clicking shut behind them.

That leaves me and Daniil, who huffs out a laugh and grins at me.

“I’m so relieved,” I say.

“Da. It’s for the best anyway. He’ll be good at it once he stops complaining.”

“Come here.”

I tug him toward the couch and pull him down with me. He comes willingly, and my arms wrap around him tight. I kiss the top of his head and breathe him in. Fuck, I love him so much it hurts.

His mouth comes to mine, and he makes this quiet sound, almost a whimper, and my restraint snaps completely. I deepen the kiss, threading one hand into his hair and gripping tight. The soft strands tangle around my fingers as I hold him exactly where I want him, angling his head so I can kiss him deeper.

I trace his bottom lip with my tongue, and he parts for me instantly. Our tongues slide together, and the taste of him overwhelms everything else. I stroke against his tongue, and he responds with careful movements that make heat flash through me, settling low in my gut and spreading outward until my entire body feels like it’s on fire.

We’re breathing hard between kisses, desperate for air but unable to stop long enough to actually get it. Every movement of his tongue against mine sends pleasure radiating through my body, making my skin feel too tight. I tilt his head more, kiss him fiercer, and his fingers dig into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

His mouth is incredible. Warm and yielding and responsive, and I can’t stop, can’t get enough of him, can’t think past the need to taste every inch of him. I devour him thoroughly, tasting every inch of his mouth. When I suck on his tongue, he gasps against my mouth and melts further into me, making these quiet, needy sounds that are completely unraveling me from the inside out.

I pull him closer, one hand sliding down to grip his hip, fingers digging into the bone there. He shifts against me, and the friction makes me groan into his mouth.

He pulls away and shoves at my pants, pushing them down my hips. His eyes are dark and hungry as he positions himself over me, straddling my hips. He reaches back and slowly pulls a plug out of himself, and the sight makes my cock twitch hard against my stomach.

“You prepped for me?” I ask, surprised.

“Mm.”

I smack his ass before standing up from the couch and kicking off my pants completely. I pull him by the hand toward the bedroom. This is the first time we’re doing this since everything went down, and I’m not sending either of us back to the hospital no matter how much he tempts me.

I gesture at the mattress. “Get down on your left side.”

He bites his lip and climbs onto the bed, settling on his side and pushing his ass out for me. I lean down and grab the lube from the dresser, slicking up my cock before coming up behind him. I press against his back and position myself at his entrance.

“Please stop taking so long.”

Rolling my eyes, I give his ass another smack. He whimpers and pushes back against me, impatient as always. I position myself at his rim and start pushing in carefully, his ass is filled with lube and already ready for me from the plug. My hand grips his hip to steady us both. He pushes back onto my cock before I’m even halfway in, and when I finally bottom out, he moans low and desperate. “You feel so good.”

Humming against his neck, I press a kiss there before I start moving. He’s so tight even with all the prep, his walls squeezing me with every slow thrust. The warmth of him surrounds my cock, letting me feel every inch of him, the drag and slide as I pull out and push back in. My stitches pull with each movement, and I try to ignore the pain, letting it remind me that I fought for this, that we made it through.

“I need to take it slower,” I say against his neck, biting down gently and sucking a mark into his skin.

“We can do slow.”

Keeping the pace steady and deep, I let myself enjoy every moment of this. My hand slides from his hip to his stomach, carefully avoiding where he got shot, pulling him back against me with each thrust. The angle lets me grind against his prostate, and he gasps, his hand reaching back to grip my thigh.

“Misha.”

I shift slightly, and the new angle makes him moan, his whole body shuddering. Every thrust is deep and measured, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in until I’m buried to the hilt.

“Missed this so much,” I say, sucking another mark into his neck. “Missed feeling you like this.”

“Me too,” he gasps, pushing back to meet my thrusts. “Thought about this every day.”