Chapter 7
KAZIMIR
Idrive Zora to one of our safehouses but we don't make it past the hallway.
Her back hits the wall before I've got the door closed and her mouth is already on mine, hands pulling at my jacket, shoving it down my arms. I let it fall and kick the door shut behind me and press into her until there's no space between us.
"Greedy girl," I say with a smirk as her fingers go to my shirt and she yanks the top three buttons open, pulling it over my head while I'm still trying to get my arms free.
It catches on my wrist and she laughs into my mouth, but the laugh quickly turns into a moan when I pin her hips to the wall with mine and she feels how hard I am.
"God, you're hot," she groans, grinding her hips against mine.
I slide my hands up her thighs, pushing the red dress with them, bunching the fabric at her waist. Her skin is hot and smooth under my palms and I grip the backs of her thighs and lift.
She wraps her legs around me and locks her ankles at my lower back as I carry her across the room with her mouth on my neck, her teeth dragging along the tendon below my ear.
The dining table is the first flat surface I reach, and as bad as I want her, I'm not going any farther.
I set her on the edge and find the thin straps on her shoulders and pull them down, one side, then the other.
The dress drops to her waist to expose her chest and she's not wearing a bra.
Her breasts are bare and full and her nipples are tight and dark.
"Holy shit," I groan as I duck my head and take a nipple into my mouth and suck, and the sound she makes spurs me on.
Her fingers dig into the back of my skull and her spine curves toward me, pushing herself deeper into my mouth as I drag my teeth across the peak.
Then she hisses through her teeth and I feel her shudder.
"Fuck. Do that again," Zora moans, holding my head still until I do it again.
Then I switch to the other nipple and her head tips back, thighs tightening around my waist. I kiss down between her breasts, down her ribs, down her stomach where the muscles jump under my lips.
She lifts her hips without me asking, and I pull the dress the rest of the way off and drop it on the floor.
Black lace. That's all she's wearing. Sheer, silky panties that drip with moisture. I hook my fingers into the waistband and look up at her, asking for permission, and Zora doesn't disappoint.
"Take them off," she mewls, lifting again. Her pelvis pushes up in my face, and I'm tempted to nip at her mound, but I focus on the panties, pulling them down her legs, over her heels, and tossing them behind me.
When the panties are gone, her legs fall open, exposing her glistening lips. Her arms rest behind her, propping her up as I run my hands up the insides of her thighs slowly, spreading her open with my thumbs. She shivers and her stomach muscles contract and her hips tilt toward me.
"Kaz, if you don't put your mouth on me, I'm going to lose my mind."
"Is that right?" I press my thumb against her clit and rub in a slow circle, and her whole body jolts off the table.
"Yes, that's— Fuck yes, right there."
I lean in, letting my stubble scrape up the inside of her thigh as my teeth nip at her, and my thumb continues to stroke her, and she's so greedy for more. Her hips rock, seeking more friction, and it makes my dick so hard it feels like I might split open.
"Oh, fuck," she starts, and then my mouth is on her and the rest of the sentence disappears.
I run my tongue flat from her entrance to her clit, and her taste fills my mouth—warm, slick, salty-sweet. Her hips jerk off the table and her hand slams down onto the back of my head, fingers twisting into my hair.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, pressing harder on every pass as I slide two fingers inside her. She's drenched, no resistance at all, and I curl my fingers forward against her front wall and stroke while my tongue keeps working.
"Oh, God, yes." Her voice is barely a sound anymore, more breath than vibration. "Right there, Kaz, don't move, don't you fucking move—”
Her thighs clamp against my ears and her hips grind into my face and I hold the angle and the pressure and give her exactly what she's asking for. Her breathing fractures into gasps that come shorter and faster and her hand in my hair yanks until my scalp burns.
I suck her clit between my lips and curl my fingers deep and she breaks. Every muscle in her body locks up instantly, and a moan rips out of her chest that builds into a groan so loud my neighbors can probably hear.
Her walls clench around my fingers in pulsing waves, flooding my hand and running down my wrist. Her hips buck against my mouth through every contraction and I hold her there and keep my tongue moving until her thighs stop shaking and her body melts back onto the table.
Then I stand up and wipe my chin with the back of my hand. She's flat on her back, chest heaving, skin flushed from her cheeks to her stomach. Her eyes are half-shut and glazed and she looks ruined and I haven't been inside her yet.
When Zora lifts her head, she looks down at me—my chest, my stomach, lower. Her eyes stop on the hard line straining against my pants and she bites her bottom lip.
"Your pants are in the way," she mewls, but I can see she's having a hard time keeping her eyes open.
I unbuckle my belt and shove my pants and boxers down and step out of them. Her eyes widen and she props herself up on her elbows, staring.
"Jesus, Kaz."
"Come here." I pull her hips to the edge of the table, and she wraps her legs around me as I run the head of my cock along her slit, coating myself in how wet she is. Then I press against her clit on the upstroke and her whole body jerks.
"Stop teasing and fuck me."
I push into her slowly, sinking through her moisture until my balls start to draw up. Her body opens around me inch by inch, and the heat and the tightness pull a groan out of me that rumbles through my chest. I keep going until I'm buried all the way and her mouth is open in a silent groan.
"Oh, my God." Her voice breaks. "Oh, my—you're so—fuck."
"You alright?" My hips pump tiny little thrusts. It's impossible to hold perfectly still when I'm this turned on.
"Oh, my God, you're huge." She grabs my forearm and digs her nails in. "Fuck me."
I pull back and slide into her, and the table wobbles a little. Zora moans and her back arches off the surface as her grip on my arm tightens until her nails break skin.
"Again," she says.
I give it to her again and again, building a rhythm, and she meets me on every stroke, her hips rising off the table to take me deeper. Every time I bottom out, I think I may spill over the edge. It's been too long for me, and she feels too good.
She hooks one arm around my neck and pulls my face down to hers and kisses me while I fuck her. It's messy and desperate, teeth catching as her moans vibrate directly into my mouth. I swallow every one of them.
"You feel incredible," she says against my lips. "I can feel every inch of you."
I groan into her mouth and snap my hips harder. She breaks the kiss and drops back onto the table, her hair fanning across the surface. But my focus is on where our bodies meet—my dick disappearing inside her over and over—and the visual almost ends me right there.
"Oh, Christ," I groan, slowing my pace, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in deep, letting her feel the full length on every stroke. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and a whimper rumbles out of her mouth while her eyes rise to meet mine.
"Don't go slow." She grabs my hips and tries to pull me faster. "Oh, God, please."
"Faster?"
"Faster. Please."
I lean over her and brace one hand on the table beside her head and drive into her with everything I have. Her breasts jiggle, catching my attention, so I squeeze one and hold it tight while I keep fucking her.
"Fuck, right there."
I push her knee up toward her chest, opening her wider, and the next thrust hits a spot that makes her scream. It scrapes out of her throat. For a second I think I've hurt her until she pants, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!”
I reach between us and press my thumb against her clit, rubbing fast and tight while I keep the same angle and the same pace.
Her back lifts off the table until only her shoulders and hips are touching.
The muscles in her stomach tremble visibly and I can feel her walls starting to flutter and tighten around me.
"Let go for me," I tell her. "I want to feel you come."
She detonates. Her whole body seizes and her walls clamp down around me in contractions so fierce, it almost makes me blow.
She whimpers and it splinters into ragged, sobbing breaths as the orgasm rips through her.
I feel every pulse of it from root to tip, her body gripping me and releasing and gripping again in relentless waves.
Wetness floods between us, coating my thighs, pooling on the table beneath her. Her legs shake around my waist as her heels drum against my back, and the sounds coming out of her aren't words anymore.
Feeling her come apart around me drags me over the edge before I'm ready. The pressure that's been coiling at the base of my spine breaks loose and floods through my hips and down my thighs and there's no stopping it. I bury myself as deep as her body will let me and my whole frame locks up.
"I'm coming," I groan, and the words barely make it out before the orgasm hits, long, wrenching pulses that start in my core and rip outward, spilling inside her in surges that keep coming and coming until my legs give and I'm bracing myself on the table with both hands to keep from collapsing on top of her.
When the waves of pleasure slow, I lean forward over her, pressing my forehead to hers. Her fingers move slowly through my hair and her heartbeat hammers against my skull. Both of us are gasping for air, trying to recover.
Finally, I peel myself off her and find her dress crumpled on the floor near the table leg as she slides off my table.
I shake it out and hold it open for her and she steps into it, steadying herself with one hand on my shoulder because her legs are still unsteady.
I pull the straps up over her shoulders one at a time, smoothing the fabric against her skin, and my fingers linger on the bare curve of her back.
"Zip me?" She turns and gathers her hair over one shoulder, looking back at me seductively, and how can I not help?
I pull the zipper up and press my mouth to the back of her neck before I let go. She shivers and looks at me over her shoulder. This woman has me undone. Roman warned me not to get caught up, but she's perfect. And she's just as into me as I am her.
I pull on my boxers and pants and leave the shirt off because it's balled up somewhere in the entryway and I don't feel like finding it.
Then I open the cabinet above the stove and pull down a bottle of vodka and two glasses and pour for both of us.
She takes hers and our fingers brush on the glass, and she holds the contact for a beat before pulling away.
She sips and leans her hip against the counter, watching me over the rim. "So, is this what you do? Bring women back here and destroy them?"
"First time, actually." I chuckle at her sense of humor and take a gulp of my own drink. After that, I know I will only ever want more from her.
"Liar."
"I'm serious." I take a drink and the vodka burns clean down my throat. "I don't bring women home. I'm not that sort of guy… Not that I haven't had sex, but… You understand what I mean."
She studies my face for a second, deciding whether to believe me, and whatever she finds there makes her smile soften. "Then why me?"
"I don't know yet. That's what I'm trying to figure out." I lean in, kissing her softly, and she responds by splaying her free hand on my chest.
"You were incredible," she whispers.
"I think that was you." I pull back and breathe her in, hoping that when I ask her to stay, she'll agree. I could do that all night with her. "Let's sit," I offer, gesturing toward the living room. We meander toward the couch, and I flick the lights on as we settle.
"I can't feel my legs," she says playfully, which makes me grin.
"Good."
"Cocky."
"Accurate." I bump her shoulder with mine and she leans in, laying her head on my shoulder.
The vodka loosens us both up and the conversation drifts from teasing into real conversation. She tells me about growing up with three brothers who never let her win at anything, and I tell her about training with Roman and the first time I got knocked out in the ring.
The more we talk, the more I like her, and the more I realize Roman is the reason any of this is happening for me.
He pulled me out of my bad teenage rebellious years and trained me into a fighter and a soldier.
I owe him a lot, and I need to make sure I thank him.
Without him, I may not have ever met Zora, and I like her a lot.
"Your uncle sounds like a good man," she says.
"He raised me after my father died. I owe him everything."
She's quiet for a moment, rolling the glass between her palms. "I know what it's like to owe your family everything. It's not always easy to carry."
I look at her, and there's something in her face I wasn't expecting—a fatigue under her warmth. Maybe she doesn't want me to see how heavy her heart is when she talks about her family, but I see it. I want to ask her about it, but whatever it is, she'll tell me when she's ready.
"Stay tonight?" I ask, already knowing her answer before she says it. But I want to hear it all the same.
She looks at me over the rim of her glass and takes a slow sip before answering. "I was hoping you'd ask."