Release (Off Balance 3)

"No more," I said, breaking the kiss.

He was breathing heavily. "Okay."

His quick acceptance switched something inside me and I leaned into him, taking control, and kissed him again. Kova slid his palm down my hip and over my butt. He grabbed my thigh and hiked my leg up around his hip, his hands desperate as they roamed my skin. His erection nudged my waist, and the tips of his fingers dipped inside my elastic shorts.

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I needed this.

Kova applied pressure to the grip he had on my neck and a shock of desire zipped down my spine. He kissed me with a hint of control, showing me he was still very much in charge, even though I was setting this pace. My mind went blank until all I felt was his touch, and I focused on the pleasure he ignited throughout my body. His hand slid further into my shorts, and I drew in a quiet breath as his fingers taunted me until I was rocking into him. My teeth sank into his lip and he moaned, cupping me with a fierce grip. My back arched and I broke the kiss to breathe, dropping my head to his chest.

"We can stop," he said, much to my shock.

All I could do was shake my head no.

Flattening his tongue, Kova drew a wet trail slowly up my neck to my ear. I drew in a lustful gasp and clutched his shirt, trying not to

shudder. He shifted until he had one thigh between mine, and then swept a finger over my wet slit. It'd been so long since I had felt the kind of pleasure only he could give me.

Kova scowled under his breath, a lilt of Russian danced decadently across my skin. "I can always tell when you want me. Your pussy drips with need, so swollen I can feel it throbbing." A purr released from my throat. "You love it." He breathed heatedly down the column of my neck. I tried to block out the sensations coursing through my body. My head rolled to the side as goose bumps broke out over my scorching flesh. "You love that I can make you forget your worries and let you just be you."

Kova ran his forehead along my nape, his facial hair grazing my jaw. His teeth nipped my sensitive skin. I inhaled deeply and his finger was in my panties, breaching the folds of my sex. My eyes rolled shut and I groaned in response as he teased my entrance, pressing on my opening before pulling away.

"Admit that no one will ever make you feel the way I do. Yes, I lied about some shit, but do not tell me that we do not belong together. This, right here, this is not normal, and that is why we cannot stay away from each other. I know I ruined you, but trust me when I say it has destroyed me just as much."

"Getting married is not some shit." I managed to chew out.

"You are completely right."

Oh hell, I couldn't take the tightness in my chest much longer. Tears filled my eyes because I hated that he was right and that he’d ruined it for us. Hated that he lied. Hated that he’d had sex with me while he was married. Hated that I was allowing him to touch me now, making me crave more of him, and that I wanted to come. I hated the whole situation and my traitorous body. I sighed, suddenly drained from this back and forth we were doing.

"I regret not telling you from the start. It is my biggest regret. I want to make things right between us."

My heart pounded. "How will it ever be right?"

"I do not know, but I will try to find a way," he said, leaning into me. A deep moan rolled off his lips onto my heated flesh when he placed his hand on my aching pussy. "I will do everything in my power to correct this between us. I hate myself for hurting you. I need you, more than you know."

I whimpered, trying not to let his comment affect me. I wanted to believe him, and there was a part of me that did, but a repeated mistake was a conscious decision. I thought I was strong, but when it came to Konstantin Kournakova, I was completely defenseless. My head knew better, but my heart didn't.

Kova lifted my chin and dropped a light kiss to my lips. His nose grazed mine. Heart racing, I looked deep into his eyes and felt a mixture of anguish and affection that I couldn't deny, no matter how much I hated him.

"Let me make you feel good. You need the release, I can feel it."

I swallowed and answered with a push of my hips as that divine rush of bliss started climbing. Our lips met and two fingers pushed into me deliberately slow. This wasn't just any kiss. He kissed me like he was begging me to believe everything he’d said.

It was hard not to.

His hardness prodded my side but he didn't make any attempt to do anything for himself. Knees weak, I wound my arms around his shoulders, and Kova held me tighter with his free hand. I released a lusty moan and my nipples tingled from the orgasm that was steadily climbing. I caught a sharp corner of something after each thrust, then the smooth glide of his hand against my skin.

Soft and hard, just like us.

He pushed into me, and I clenched, almost close to the edge when I felt the sharpness again. "Something is cutting into me," I said against his mouth.

I arched my hips and his mouth parted on a breath. "So soft and dripping."

We moved against each other, and I ignored that rigid material that was actually starting to feel good. Pleasure with pain, something Kova had taught me to crave and love. I wondered if he was imagining he was thrusting into me with the way his hips rolled, with how seductive his tongue entwined with mine, and the way his chest rose and fell. It was erotic and made me desire him even more.

"Let go," he said. "I can feel you holding back."