17. Talia
Chapter 17
Talia
T he dark look Max gives me is a warning that I choose to ignore, because riling him up is just too much fun. The tight grip on my ass reminds me of how strong he is, and when I rock my hips, feeling the thick, hard length of him beneath me, it’s impossible to hold back the moan of pleasure that demands to be let out.
“You sure about this, svetik moy ?”
“Yes, are you?” I ask, making the corner of his mouth lift up in a sexy grin. “I mean, it’s your first time, too,” I remind him.
“It is, and I’m so glad I waited for you.” He gives my ass another squeeze before sliding his hand up my spine and then fisting my hair in his hand. Tightening his grip, he forces my head back so he can nuzzle against my neck. The heat of his breath warms me to my core, and when I feel the gentle scrape of his teeth along my delicate skin, my heart rate speeds up. I’m nervous, there’s no denying that, but I’m also so excited I can’t sit still. When I start to squirm in his lap, he gives a deep, sexy laugh and nips at my skin again.
“I can feel my bratty little sub trying to come out, but, sweetheart, I’m in control now.” He whispers the words against my skin as he kisses a line down my throat.
I can’t resist saying, “You think so?”
The heat of his laugh sends another rush of pleasure through me before he pulls back and meets my eyes. There’s a sexy smirk playing at his full, gorgeous mouth, and all I can think about is how good that mouth feels between my thighs.
“Take your shirt off.” He eyes me, taunting me with his order, and leaving me torn between wanting to be obstinate and wanting to submit. When I hesitate, he raises his scarred brow, waiting to see what I’ll do. Under the heavy, intoxicating weight of his stare, I reach down and grab my shirt, slowly pulling it over my head.
I let it fall to the floor as his eyes travel over me. He can easily see how aroused I am, and he lets out a soft groan when he sees my hard nipples straining against the pink lace. Dipping his head down, he presses his hand against the center of my back, holding me still while he runs his tongue over my aching nipple, covering me in his spit when he gives me a hard suck.
My fingers clutch the back of his head, my whole body demanding and begging for more, but he refuses to be rushed. He takes his time, licking and sucking on one breast before kissing his way to the other. When I can’t take the sweet torture anymore, I moan his name in frustration. All it does is earn me a soft bite and another hard suck.
I rock my hips against him, grinding as hard as I can until he lets out a frustrated growl of his own and roughly yanks my bra down, exposing my breasts to his hungry mouth. My back arches at his greedy touch. The heat from his insistent tongue rolling over my nipple mixed with the soft nips he keeps giving me have me rocking my hips with abandon, chasing after the pleasure that’s already coursing through every part of my body.
“Already so close,” he murmurs against my breast, “and I haven’t even undressed yet.”
“That’s an easy fix,” I say, reaching for his hoodie and giving it a tug.
He gives me an easy smile, letting me undress him. It takes a few minutes for me to get his right hand free without hurting him, but as soon as he’s bare from the waist up, I let out an appreciative sigh. My eyes drink in the sight of him. He’s already put on a few pounds since we’ve been back, and it looks damn good on him. Broad shoulders, a set of abs that my fingers are already itching to touch, and beautiful tattoos that add to the overall appeal of the man. I run my thumb over his Bratva’s mark on his inner arm. It’s an image of the Grim Reaper. He’s holding a bloody scythe with his hood lowered, partially obscuring the skeletal head. There’s a raven on his shoulder, cocking his head as if he’s studying me, and beneath the Reaper is written Brothers in blood, in life, and in death in Cyrillic.
“Did Sveta design this?” I ask.
“She did.”
I run my thumb over it again, mesmerized with this man’s forearms. I know he and Sveta aren’t related by blood. They were raised as cousins, but I also know that Val and Yelena chose to marry and they were raised the same way. The truth is I’d be green with envy if I didn’t see the way Sveta looks at her husband. She’s beautiful and talented and she’s known Max her entire life, and before my thoughts can run away with me, he hooks a finger under my chin and forces my eyes to his.
“Tell me what you were just thinking. You looked sad, and that’s the last thing I want you to be feeling right now.”
“It’s stupid,” I say, forcing a laugh. “I’m fine.”
“Tell me,” he says, and I know he won’t let this go until I tell him.
Feeling like an idiot, I admit to what I’d been thinking. He gives an easy laugh, relief washing over him, but I can tell he’s not laughing at me for feeling insecure.
“Sveta has always felt like a sister to me, Talia. I’ve never once looked at her as anything other than family. You’re not blood-related to Bran,” he reminds me.
The thought has me scrunching up my face, because thinking about my brother like that feels gross and wrong on every level. Every part of my body and mind rebels against it.
“Exactly,” he says, reading my every thought. “That’s how I feel about Sveta and every other woman in my family, related by blood or not.” He lazily drags his fingers along my hip and across my stomach. “You have nothing to be jealous of, and you never will have any reason to be jealous in the future. I’m a very loyal man, Talia, and I’ve given every part of myself to you. It’s yours for as long as I’m breathing, and it’ll be yours long after I’ve stopped.”
I smile at his words and lean in closer, pressing my lips to his. He groans when I unhook my bra, letting it drop to the floor and then slide my hands down to unbutton his jeans.
“You haven’t given me every part,” I say with a grin.
“Not yet, I haven’t, but I’m about to.” He watches as I unzip his jeans and then drags his eyes up my body until he’s meeting my eyes. “I’m going to fuck you on the bed, sweetheart, but we’re both losing our virginity right here. Every time I play this piano, I’ll be reminded of our first time.” He leans in close and kisses a line along my neck. “Just think of all the music I’ll be able to create with those images running through my head.”
The idea of Max creating a song from our first time nearly makes me cry. I cup his face and bring my mouth close to his. “This is going to sound crazy, but I’m so glad they took me that day. I never would’ve met you if they hadn’t, and even though it could’ve ended so much worse than it did, I’ll never regret going through that because it brought me to you, and you’re worth everything, Max.”
“I hate that you had to go through it, and I’ll always wish I could’ve done more to protect you, but I’ll never regret meeting you, svetik moy .”
“Done more?” I ask. Confusion and disbelief written all over my face. I lightly rest my fingers on his injured hand. “You sacrificed everything for me, and you saved my life in so many ways. Let go of the guilt, Max, because you have no reason to keep it.”
He gives a slight shrug. “You killed a man for me while I was passed out. You should’ve never had to do that.”
I shake my head and grab onto his shoulders, digging my fingers into his skin. “You’re wrong,” I tell him, ignoring the raised eyebrow he gives me. “You saved my life, sacrificed your hand, and then I accidentally drugged you so you were passed out. None of this is on you, so stop blaming yourself.”
The corner of his mouth lifts up the tiniest bit, letting me know he’s fighting a smirk at my tone.
“Agree to disagree, baby, now stand up and take off your pants.”
It’s obvious he’s not going to be shedding this guilt anytime soon and that it’s pointless to argue about it now, but I’m also not going to just stand up and obey. He must know that because he doesn’t seem all that surprised when I stay in his lap and say, “One day I’ll convince you I’m right.”
“But that day is not today, Talia. Now get your sweet ass up and get naked. Show me the beautiful pussy that I’m about to slide into.”
The dark look in his eyes and the breathtaking sight of him shirtless with his jeans undone is enough to have me sliding off his lap. I can argue with him about this some other time. We have more important things to do right now.
When I start to pull my pants off, he lets out an appreciative groan and says, “Good girl.”
I will never get tired of hearing those two words in his sexy, deep voice, and judging by the slight smirk he’s giving me, he knows it. Sliding my panties off, I toss them aside, facing him when I’m completely naked. He holds out his left hand to me, and I take it, letting him pull me closer until I’m standing between his thighs.
“ Svetik moy ,” he whispers while wrapping an arm around me and pressing his mouth to my chest. “I hope you weren’t planning on getting a lot of sleep tonight, because once I’m inside you, I may never leave.”
“I don’t need sleep. I just need you.”
He smiles at my answer and gives my chest another kiss before pulling back and saying, “Take me out, sweetheart.”
With shaky hands and a racing heart, I grab the zipper on his jeans and tug it down the rest of the way. Instead of reaching in and pulling him out, I say, “Stand up. I want you naked.”
He grins and does what I ask, standing before me. Our nakedness accentuates the size difference between us, and I’ve never felt so small as I grab his jeans and start to tug them down his powerful thighs. I manage to get them off, and when I grab onto his boxer briefs, I take it slow, not wanting to miss a single second of this show.
When his thick cock springs free, my eyes widen at the sight of him. I already know how big he is, but now that it’s about to be inside me, it looks impossibly large. Sliding the boxers off the rest of the way, I put my focus back on the monster that’s currently pointed right at me. Reaching out, I run my fingers up his length, making his cock jerk at my touch as he lets out a groan and a bead of pre-cum forms at his thick head.
“I couldn’t take you all the way into my mouth,” I remind him. “What if you don’t fit anywhere else?”
He wraps his hand around mine, guiding me to slowly stroke his length. “I’ll fit, baby. I promise.”
I can’t help but ask, “You’ll go slow, right? I know I joke around and like to tease you, but the truth is I’m scared to death right now.”
“Hey,” he says, quickly cupping my face with his hand and giving me a kiss. “We’re taking this as slow as you need to, and if you change your mind, tell me. I’ll stop, and I swear I won’t be mad or disappointed.”
I nod, knowing he’s telling me the truth. “I want this.” I smile and add, “I just want it slow, at least at first.”
He grins and gives me another kiss. “I love slow. It’s my favorite kind of music, and the only kind I seem to be able to compose, so you’re in luck.” Giving my bottom lip a soft nip, he gives me a devilish smile and says, “Slow is my specialty.”
Pressing his much larger body to mine, he takes a step, forcing me back. When my bare ass hits the piano keys, he laughs at the loud, abrasive notes that ring through the room.
“Only you could make that sound like sweet music to me.”
He leans in, forcing me back even more, and I wrap my arms around his neck, afraid my weight is going to damage the expensive instrument my ass is currently pressed against.
“Max,” I yelp when he leans in harder.
His mouth is at my throat, licking and sucking as he cups the back of my head, protecting it from hitting the piano beneath me.
“You’re not going to break it,” he murmurs against my skin. “I want your body all over this piano. Every time I sit down here, I want to see, hear, taste, and feel you with every note I play. I want you to leave a mark on every part of my life.” His lips trail along my collarbone as he whispers, “I never want to be separated from you.”
I thread my fingers in his hair as he kisses a line to my breast, sucking me in like a man who will never be able to get his fill. I squirm beneath him, feeling the hard length of him digging into my stomach as his arousal coats my skin.
“I hate not being able to use my right hand,” he growls against my breast. “I want to touch every part of you at once.”
“It’ll heal,” I remind him, “and we’re going to be doing this a lot.”
“Yes, we are,” he says, wrapping his left arm around me and hauling me up. He sits down on the piano bench, taking me with him so I’m straddling him and we’re chest to chest. His thick cock is pressed between us, and I ache with the physical need to have him inside me.
His fingers trail along the side of my breast, dipping lower as he caresses my stomach, and when he drags the pad of his finger along my clit, I moan and rock my hips for more. He teases me, dipping his finger lower, sliding it between my lips before pushing inside.
“So fucking wet,” he groans, fingering me in an excruciatingly slow rhythm, every stroke threatening to undo me. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” That one word is a breathy pant as I raise myself higher, wanting him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything else before.
Sliding his finger out of me, he licks it clean with a feral groan and then grabs onto my hip, holding me still as he brings his mouth to my breast, giving me one more slow suck before bringing his face to mine.
“Put me where you need me, baby.”
I reach down, fisting his thick length and angling him so his crown is right at my entrance. A breathy sigh escapes when I feel his soft skin pressing gently against my wet slit. It’s just enough pressure to let me know he’s there, but not enough for him to sink into me. His fingers dig into my hip, holding me in a firm grip, refusing to let me lower onto him.
His blue-grey eyes are hooded with lust and a pure, raw need that has every part of my body aching in response to that one look.
“Are you sure?” he asks, using the last of his restraint to make sure I’m okay.
“Yes.” I cup his face and press my forehead to his. “I love you, and I want this.”
“I love you, too,” he says, and then slowly lowers me onto him.
With my arms wrapped around his neck and our foreheads pressed together, he pushes his thick head into me with a slowness that ensures I feel every single sensation. Our combined arousal makes it easy for him to part my lips and slide into me. My first thought is that this is what heaven must feel like, but then that wonderful fullness turns to pain when he lowers me further down, spreading me wider than I’ve ever been. I hiss out a breath, and he immediately freezes, holding me in place with his left hand.
His breaths are as shaky as mine, both of our hearts racing, and when he starts to kiss me, I gladly return it, wanting him to distract me from the burning pain between my legs.
“You’re doing so good, svetik moy ,” he murmurs against my lips as he kisses me. “So fucking good.”
“You’re too big,” I say, waiting for the ache to go away, but I have a feeling it’s only going to get worse.
I feel him smile against my lips. “You can take it, sweetheart.”
“I’m not so sure about that. You’re barely inside me, right?”
Part of me really hopes that I’m way off here and that he’s magically almost halfway inside me, but he shoots that straight to hell when he grins and says, “Just the tip, baby.”
“Jesus,” I whisper, making him smile even bigger.
“Use me.” He kisses a line down my neck, giving me a soft bite. “Fuck my head, sweetheart. Use those gorgeous thighs and fuck me until you no longer care about the pain.”
Kissing and sucking on my shoulder, he works his way to my breast as I tentatively raise myself up, wincing at the ache as he slowly slides out of me. Being careful, I lower myself back down, pulling a deep groan from him as he latches onto my nipple. The hard suck he gives has me instinctively rising and falling on his cock again. This time a small wave of pleasure runs through me at the sensation.
Hearing my moan, he groans and runs his teeth over my nipple before flicking me with his tongue. I slowly ride him, figuring out what feels good, what I like, and what makes him groan and suck harder. Dropping my breast, he trails a line of hungry kisses to the other, taking it in his mouth as I sink a tiny bit lower.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling the sharp sting of pain again, but this time I don’t stop, I try to take more of him in, and it’s his hand on my hip that forces me to still.
“Why are you stopping me?” I look down, watching as he takes his time, giving me a long, slow suck before he lets go.
“You wanted to take it slow, remember?”
“I changed my mind,” I argue, but he just laughs.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Yes, but I no longer care.”
He gives me a wink. “Good, but you’re still getting it slow.”
I let out a frustrated groan, but it quickly turns to a gasp when he lowers me down a bit more, going deeper and filling me to the point of pain again. He kisses the corner of my mouth. “I want you to feel every inch, sweetheart, and I want to feel your pussy slowly taking me in, stretching around my thick cock as your body shakes and you fall apart in my arms. This is our first time, svetik moy. We’ll never have this moment again, and I don’t want to rush a second of it. Okay?”
“Okay,” I quickly say, clinging to him as he slowly raises me back up and then lowers me back down, never letting our bodies fully separate. I know his arm must be killing him from the constant strain of holding me, and I try to support myself as much as I can to help him, but he just digs his fingers in tighter and nips at my bottom lip.
“You aren’t too much for me, so stop trying to be in control. Trust me, baby. I’ve got you. Just let go and enjoy it. Let me make you feel good.”
“You already are,” I say, and I feel the heat of his breath against my cheek when he gives a soft laugh. Trusting him, I let go, giving him the control as he raises me back up again. This time when he lowers me, he lowers me so far I’m convinced he’s going to bottom out, but when he doesn’t and he starts to raise me again, I let out a disbelieving laugh and whisper, “How is that even possible?”
I feel his smile against my lips. “You want all of me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I whisper in a shaky voice.
“Almost there, just a few more inches.”
“Jesus,” I gasp, convinced he must be joking.
He’s not.
Every time he sinks into me, he has me take a little more, but he refuses to rush this, and it’s an exquisite torture. Part of me is begging for him to roughly pull me down, forcing me to take all of him, and the other part of me is praying that it never ends. Each stroke has me clenching around him. Nerve endings that I never knew I had light up inside me, and soon the pain is a distant memory as my breathing picks up and my hips start to rock as I’m raised and lowered.
“Fuck,” he groans. “My god, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
“Please,” I beg, tightening my arms around him, feeling the orgasm start to build and knowing it’s going to be unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Bringing my mouth to his, I kiss him like a woman who will never be able to get enough. When he finally loosens the grip he has on me so I can lower myself all the way down, the sensation of him being deep inside me, of our bodies being locked together as tightly as possible, is enough to send me spiraling out of control. I rock my hips and come so hard it takes my breath away.
He groans and kisses me harder when my pussy tightens around him and I whimper against his lips, lost in the sheer ecstasy of this moment. Both of his arms wrap around me so I’m completely surrounded by him, and it’s the safest I’ve ever felt. When I start to come down, his kiss softens, but it’s no less intense. Max owns every part of me now, and if I could figure out a way for us to stay like this for the rest of our lives, I would.
He breaks our kiss just long enough to let me know he’s thinking the exact same thing when he says, “I wish I could keep you just like this, locked on my cock, helpless and at my mercy, so fucking perfect, baby.”
“Sounds good to me,” I tell him.
Grinning, he gives me another kiss and gives my ass a soft smack. “Not too sore?”
He moves his hips just enough to remind me of how big he is. I give a moan that’s equal parts pain and pleasure, but I shake my head no. “I may be walking funny in the morning, but there’s no way in hell we’re stopping now.”
His deep laugh vibrates against my chest. “So bossy,” he whispers against my lips. Before I can respond, he stands, taking me with him and walks us over to the bed.
“Your hand,” I start to say, but he stops my words with a kiss and then says, “It’s fine. I’m not using it, and the feel of your tight pussy wrapped around my cock is better than any painkiller they could give me.”
“All the more reason to stay locked together,” I tell him.
He grins and lays me on the bed. “I couldn’t agree more,” but as he says the words, he’s slowly sliding out of me. My body instinctively grips him tighter, wanting to keep him inside me.
“Goddamn,” he growls, watching our bodies slowly separate. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not leaving for long, but I want to see you. I want to see what I’ve done to you.”
His left hand grips my inner thigh, holding me still as his cock leaves my body and I let out a whimper at the loss of him. All his focus is between my legs, and when he grips my thigh tighter and pulls my leg out even more, he gives an appreciative groan at what he sees. Lowering himself down, he brings his mouth to my aching center, so close I can feel the heat of his breath against my sore pussy. I let out a gasp when he slowly licks a line up my slit with a groan that sounds like he’s tasting pure heaven.
“My poor baby,” he murmurs as he kisses and licks every inch of me. “I tore this tight little pussy up, didn’t I? I taste your blood, sweetheart.” He gives me another long lick. “And your cum.” His wicked laugh has me arching up for another swipe of that talented tongue. “So sore and still you beg for more. Do you miss the feel of me spreading you wider than you want to go?” He nips at my lips and then flicks my clit with his tongue. “Do you miss the pain, or do you just miss the pleasure?”
It takes me a second to answer because he gives my clit a suck that makes forming words impossible. When he lets up, he gives a soft, “Hmm?”
“Both,” I say, telling him the truth, because as much as I’d loved the pleasure, there’s no denying I also liked the sting of pain.
“I’m very glad to hear that,” he says, giving me another suck. “Because watching you wince and squirm on my cock is the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I want to do so many things to this body, sweetheart.” He kisses a line up my stomach as he murmurs all the things he wants to do to me, confessing his darkest desires against my skin like he’s seeking absolution for them, or maybe he’s just giving me a fair warning about what our future holds. Either way, by the time his mouth wraps around my breast, I’m more than ready for all of it. Max has a brilliant mind, and I’m not at all surprised to learn he has an imaginative, kinky side.
“If you’re trying to scare me off, it’s not going to work,” I tell him as he gives me another suck. He turns his blue-grey eyes up to mine while he runs his tongue over my nipple. “You threatening to tie me to your piano and spank my ass raw before you fuck it is not going to scare me.”
He raises a brow and gives my nipple a soft bite.
“Okay, maybe it scares me a little bit, but I know you won’t hurt me, not more than we’d both enjoy, anyway.”
Raising his head, he positions himself between my legs and brings his mouth to mine. “I would never cause you pain that you didn’t enjoy, svetik moy .”
“I know. We’re not doing all that tonight, though, right?”
He grins down at me. “We have the rest of our lives to do all of that, baby.” Nudging the head of his cock against my slit, he says, “Tell me something on your list.”
The slight burning sensation as he presses his thick head into me reminds me of how sore I still am. It distracts me and it takes me a second to realize what he’s asking.
Taunting me with his dick, he gives a slow thrust, easing himself into me at an excruciatingly slow pace. “Tell me, sweetheart.”
Finding it hard to focus, I say the first thing that enters my head. “Sex on the beach,” and then I give an embarrassed laugh. “Sorry, that’s probably not all that exciting. I just really love the beach, so I thought it might be fun to combine my new favorite activity with my favorite location.”
He laughs and kisses my nose. “New favorite activity, huh?”
I wrap my arms and legs around him. “Yes. I’ve never been much for exercise, but this is making me a convert.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He nuzzles his nose against my neck and nips at the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “We may not be able to check that off your bucket list tonight, but I promise I’ll make it happen one day.”
“I’ll settle for shower sex,” I say with a laugh.
“Now that I think I can help you with.” He gives my earlobe a soft bite as he thrusts into me, giving me all of him in one smooth stroke that has me clinging to him and moaning his name.
We lose ourselves in each other. Finding our own rhythm, we experiment and discover what we like. Max is as observant and attentive as he is with everything he does. He notices every time my breath hitches, every whimper he pulls from me, and then he keeps doing it, adding little tweaks here and there until I’m coming so hard I can barely think.
When I’m convinced this can’t possibly feel any better than it already does, he brings his mouth to my ear, whispering that he loves me as he thrusts into me as deeply as he can and lets go. He growls my name as he comes and then brings his mouth to mine, delving inside as his cock pulses with his release, pushing me over the edge right along with him. My hands roam over his beautiful body, feeling the peaks and grooves of his muscles, memorizing every detail of him until I know every inch by heart.
A shiver runs through his body, and when I lightly drag my nails over his back, he lets out an appreciative groan. The kiss softens as both our bodies relax, coming down from the massive high we just experienced. We’re both breathless when he breaks the kiss and looks down at me.
He runs his thumb over my cheek, watching me with a reverent sort of look in his eyes.
“What are you thinking?” I ask after a few seconds.
“I still can’t believe you’re mine. I keep thinking it’ll sink in, that I’ll get used to it, but I think five years from now, you’ll still be knocking me on my ass every time I look at you.”
I cup his face and kiss him. I’m already emotional about everything that just happened but his sweet words have tears running down my cheeks. “I feel the same way about you,” I whisper against his lips. “I’ll always look at you and feel grateful. I know how lucky I am to have you, and I’ll never forget it, not for one second.”
“I’m the lucky one,” he says, rolling us over so I can rest my head on his shoulder. He’s still inside me, and it hasn’t escaped my notice that he’s not fully soft. I’m guessing it wouldn’t take much at all to get him hard again, but for now he’s content to just hold me. He’s careful to not use his right hand, but he keeps his arm wrapped around me, and I feel the splint resting along the small of my back while his left hand lightly dances along my spine.
I’ve been very fortunate to have always been surrounded by love and safety, but this level of intimacy with Max is something I was never expecting. Even though I grew up surrounded by loving couples, I always feared I’d never have it myself, and when I did think about the future, I never envisioned anything as perfect as this.
I kiss his chest and snuggle up even closer so my face is by his neck. His scent fills my nose, comforting me on a deep level and making my eyes grow heavy. I’m exhausted and sore, but I’ve never been happier. With my body thoroughly worn out and my heart fuller than it’s ever been, I close my eyes and savor the feel of his body around mine. I’m only planning on resting for a minute, but the last thing I remember is Max whispering that he loves me as his fingers continue to dance along my back.