Born into Temptation (Devils Will Rise: Melnikov Legacy #4)

4. Valentin

18 Years Old

Y elena presses her body against mine, tightening her arms around my stomach and resting her helmeted head against my shoulder as I steer the dirt bike onto a different path, leading us further away from the farmhouse. There are fifty acres in total, and my cousins and I have spent countless hours making trails that weave all around these woods. I know every inch of this place, and I’ve chosen the perfect spot for today. Luka and Max are running interference, making sure no one else comes out this way, and I have to force myself to not rev the motor and go even faster. If I were alone, I’d take the risk, but not with Yelena on the back of the bike. I’d never forgive myself if I lost control and she got hurt because of me.

Her fingers dig into my skin, and when she slips one hand under my T-shirt, I smile inside my helmet, already feeling myself grow hard at her touch. God, this girl’s been driving me crazy my whole life, and it just keeps getting worse. She turned eighteen last week, and I’d marry her tomorrow if I thought she’d agree to it.

The light graze of her nails along my abs has me hissing out a breath that I know she can’t hear, but she feels me tense, feels the way my body reacts to her, and it just makes her slide her fingers lower. She teases me, never slipping low enough to actually touch my dick, but driving me crazy all the same. By the time I park the dirt bike next to the clearing I prepared for us, I’m rock-hard and dripping pre-cum and more than ready to lose my virginity to her. I’ve had all my firsts with this woman, and over the last few years, we’ve done everything but have sex. I told her I wanted to wait until she turned eighteen, and even though she didn’t agree with me, she waited all the same, knowing it was important to me.

Once she slides off the bike, I follow and tug my helmet off. When hers is free, I cup her face, stunned into silence by how beautiful she is. Her dark eyes stay locked on mine as her lips part in anticipation.

“Are you sure you want to?” I ask her.

She huffs out a cute breath. “I was sure two years ago, Val. You’re the one that demanded we wait.”

I smile and pull her closer. “I just wanted to make sure you were ready. I didn’t want you to feel pressured or to regret anything.”

“I could never regret anything with you.”

Threading my fingers through hers, I lead her to the blanket that’s already spread out and waiting for us. I could’ve waited and snuck into her room tonight, but I want privacy. I want space, and I want our first time to be somewhere that’s surrounded in memories of us.

“Do you recognize this place?” I ask her, spinning her around so she can see the huge oak tree that’s off to our left.

She laughs and looks back over at me. “How could I ever forget?” She points at the large oak. “You pressed me up against that tree and buried your head between my legs last year.” Her eyes go soft at the memory. “It was the first time you’d ever done that.”

I groan at the memory of pulling her panties down and tasting her for the first time. “I can still taste you on my tongue, Yel.”

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her against me, amazed at how her body always seems to mold so perfectly to mine. If I ever had any doubts that she was born to be mine, they disappear as soon as our bodies are pressed together. We fit in every way that matters. She and I are one and the same, and being with her is like coming home. It’s remembering a part of myself that I’d forgotten, a piece that I hadn’t even realized I’d been missing.

I run my fingers along her jaw, memorizing every second of this moment. I’m terrified of fucking this up, of being bad and disappointing her, and of embarrassing myself by lasting all of ten seconds, but I want this. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything, and when I press my lips to hers, all my worries start to drift away.

Her fingers shake as she slips them under my shirt and runs them along my stomach and chest. She’s always been curious and insatiable when it comes to my body. She’s touched just about every inch of me with her hands and mouth, but what we’re about to do goes beyond all that.

“Val,” she whispers, breaking our kiss with a shaky breath. “I love you.”

I smile down at her and stroke her flushed cheek. “I love you too, Yel, more than anything, and one day I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

She smiles wider. “And one day I’ll say yes.”

“I hope you still feel that way after we’re done.” I give a soft laugh and feel my cheeks heat up. “Just remember that I’m fully committed to getting better. I can’t promise you a mind-blowing first time, but I can promise that I’m a fast learner and I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for whatever’s about to happen.”

She laughs and pats my chest. “It’ll be amazing.”

“Even if it’s only ten seconds?”

“It’ll be the best ten seconds of my life,” she assures me.

I’ve jerked off so many times while thinking about this beautiful girl. I’ve never thought about anyone else. I don’t even look at porn. I’ve never had any desire to. Why would I think about them, when I can think about her? She’s the one I’m in love and obsessed with, and hers is the only body I want to see.

When she starts to tug on my shirt, I lift my arms and let her pull it off my head. Her fingers trail along my skin as her breathing picks up and the flush on her cheeks spreads down her neck, disappearing into the shirt that she won’t be wearing for long. I drag my thumb along her neck, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse before I skim my fingers over the curve of her breast, loving the hitch I hear in her breath as I continue lower.

Gripping her shirt, I raise a brow at her, making sure she’s okay with this.

“Yes,” she whispers, already raising her arms to help me.

The thin shirt slips from my fingers when I catch sight of the pink, cotton bra she’s wearing. It may not be a lacy scrap of lingerie, but it’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. The swell of her perky tits rises above the cotton, and her nipples are already hard and teasing me with their obvious outline against the thin material that’s hiding them from view.

My girl stands before me, looking so beautiful it makes my chest ache, and when she starts to fidget under my heated stare, I smile and run my fingers along her stomach. Yelena is breathtakingly gorgeous, but she’s always been oblivious to that. She looks in the mirror and sees a million imperfections, but I look at her and see absolute perfection.

Unable to keep still, she reaches out to undo my pants. When my zipper is down, she looks up at me.

“What about protection?”

I dig in my pocket and grab the condom I’d brought. The last thing I want is anything between us, but I also know that getting her pregnant is not an option right now. One day we’re going to have a houseful of kids, but that can’t happen just yet.

She eyes the condom and lets out a shaky breath while unzipping my pants. When she starts to reach in for my dick, I grab her wrist, gently stopping her. This is going to be enough of a struggle to last long as it is, and I’ll never make it if she starts stroking me now.

Instead of letting her curious fingers into my jeans, I pick her up and carry her to the blanket I spread out earlier so it would be waiting for us. Before I lay her down, I unclasp her bra, sighing when she pulls it off and tosses it aside. With her chest bare, she lays back on the blanket and lifts her hips so I can pull her jeans and panties off.

“Fuck,” I whisper, running my eyes over every inch of her perfect, naked body. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Yel.” I shake my head softly. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“I’ll never be anyone else’s.” She reaches out for me, pulling me closer so my chest is pressing against hers. “Get naked, Val.”

I smile and give her what she wants. Her dark eyes run over me, and when they get to my fully hard cock, she pauses, unable to look away. She worries her bottom lip, and I swear her whole body instinctively tenses when I catch a glimpse of her tongue and grow even bigger as another drop of pre-cum beads at my head.

“What if you don’t fit?”

“I’ll fit,” I promise her. I mean, I have to, right? I’ve never once heard of someone who didn’t. Thanks to high school gym class, I know I’m bigger than average, but surely I’ll still fit. I don’t want her worrying, so I stay confident and add, “I’ll fit, myshka, and we’re going to take it slow.”

She nods, but she still looks worried, and I hate that. I want her to enjoy every second of this. Ignoring my own need to slide into her, I grab her thighs and slowly spread her legs open.

“Jesus,” I groan at the sight of her bare pussy, splayed open and dripping for me. I started shaving her a few months ago after she snuck into the shower with me, and now I’m obsessed. I run my fingers over the velvety soft skin of her pussy before lowering down and grazing my lips along her delicate folds.

She moans my name and runs her fingers through my hair, tightening her grip when I lick a line along her soaked lips. Her body shakes beneath me, and when I give her clit a soft suck, she rocks her hips and lets out a sexy whimper that has my balls tightening and my heart racing. I’ve eaten Yelena out more times than I can count, and I’ve learned what she likes. When I slide a finger into the wet heat of her, the feel of her inner muscles tightening around me nearly sends me over the edge. Resisting the urge, I kiss and lick and suck on every inch of her while I finger her slowly, and when she starts to come, I work her harder, wanting to make her see stars.

Keeping my mouth firmly locked onto her, I run my tongue over her clit, watching as she comes undone for me. Her nipples are tight buds that I can’t wait to taste, and her skin is flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Lips part on a gasp when I suck her harder as she soaks my finger.

When she lets out a ragged breath and gives a soft laugh, I smile and kiss her pussy while I slide my finger out of her. Not wanting to waste a drop of her, I lick it clean and kiss my way up her stomach. Soft tremors run through her body while I kiss a trail up between her breasts. Cupping the left one in my hand, I kiss and lick my way to the right. I love Yelena’s tits. She thinks they’re too small, but I think they’re fucking perfect. Before I wrap my mouth around her, I kiss around her nipple, licking and sucking the darkened skin of her areola. Her fingers thread into my hair again as my tongue runs over her nipple. Still kneading her other breast, I pinch her nipple while I suck the other one deeper into my mouth, taking as much of her in as I can.

She moans and wraps her legs around my waist while I feast on her beautiful body. When I lift my head, I’m more than a little drunk on her. I have just enough sense left in me to remember the condom, and after it’s on, I press my body to hers and kiss her like I’ll never be able to get enough.

“I love you.” I murmur the words against her lips and press the head of my cock against her soaking wet slit.

“I love you too,” she whispers. The heat of her breath against my lips sends a shiver down my spine, and when I rock my hips, pressing into her, she wraps her arms around my neck and lets out a pained gasp.

“I’ve got you, Yel,” I tell her. “I’ve always got you.”

She gives a quick nod and then winces when I slide in some more. God, the feel of her wrapped around me, even if it is just my head, is dizzying. I’ve dreamed about this moment, obsessed over it in great detail, but nothing could’ve ever prepared me for what it would feel like to be inside her.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan, rocking even deeper into her, feeling the tightness of her body give way as I tear through her virginity and make her mine, just like she’s made me hers.

With her shaking body wrapped tightly around me, I bury myself inside her until I’m as deep as I can get and our bodies our locked together, just like they were always meant to be.

It takes me a second to notice the tears falling down her cheeks. Terrified, I raise my head to look at her. Tears fill her dark eyes, spilling over and trailing lines down her cheeks. I cup her face, brushing them aside, so furious with myself I can barely think.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” I whisper, closing my eyes and resting my forehead to hers. “I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you.”

“Val, look at me.”

I take a breath and open my eyes to look at her. Instead of the anger and disappointment I fear, there’s only love, the same sweet look she always gives me, the one I’d walk through fire to see.

“I’m fine,” she tells me. “I’m just happy.”

“I didn’t hurt you?”

She gives a soft laugh. “Yeah, it definitely hurts, but I knew that going into this. There was no way this wasn’t going to hurt. I don’t need to be experienced to know that you’re huge.”

It’s impossible to not feel a bit of pride at that, so when my cock pulses inside her, she laughs and rolls her eyes at me. “I figured you’d like hearing that.”

“I’m just glad you like it. That’s all I care about.”

Clasping her hands behind my neck, she pulls me closer and kisses me. “I definitely like it.”

I lose myself in her kiss and in the feel of her entire body wrapped so tightly around mine. Keeping a slow pace because I don’t want to make her any more sore than she’s already going to be, I give myself completely to her. Mind, body, soul—all of it is hers.

I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to come like this, but when I feel her body tense and she bites my shoulder to stifle her scream, I’m helpless to hold on any longer. With her pussy squeezing me so goddamn tightly, I let go with her, never wanting this moment to end.

When we’re both completely spent, we stay where we are, still locked together and holding onto one another like we’ll never let go. Nuzzling my face against her neck, I breathe her in, my heart beating a fast rhythm, my body sated and trembling, and the heartbreaking realization thundering through me that we can’t stay like this, that I’ll never be able to just be a couple with her.

“How am I going to pretend like you’re not my entire reason for breathing? How can I go back there and not show how much I love you?”

She sighs and runs her fingers along my back, soft caresses that send little tremors through every part of me. “You’ll do it because we have no choice, because the only other option is to not be together, and I can’t handle that, Val.”

I tighten my grip on her and kiss my way to her ear. “That will never be an option, myshka. You’re mine, and I’m yours. That’s never going to change. I don’t care if we have to run off together to make it happen. I’m never letting you go.”

“We can’t run off, Val,” she says, and I hear the tremor in her voice. “I could never do that to my parents.”

I lift up and meet her eyes. “We’ll make them understand. I promise it’s going to be okay. I won’t ever let anything come between us. Don’t cry, Yel.” I rest my forehead against hers.“You’re breaking my heart, baby.”

“I just want to be with you,” she whispers on a shaky breath, “and I don’t want to have to tear our family apart to do it.”

“I won’t let that happen, and you do have me. We’re together, whether we can let everyone know about it now or not. That doesn’t change anything, and it certainly doesn’t change how I feel about you. You’re mine, and whenever you’re ready to announce that to the world, you let me know, because I’m ready whenever you are.”

She gives me a soft smile and reaches up to brush my hair off my forehead. “I love you, Val. I can’t imagine not having you.”

“You don’t need to imagine it because there will never be a time when you don’t have me, and I love you too.” I’m still half-hard and buried inside her, and when I shift my weight and feel her tense around me, I let out a groan and nip at her bottom lip. “I never want to leave you. I want to stay inside you forever.”

“That would definitely give us away.”

I smile and ghost my lips over hers. “It would, but it would be worth it.”

“It would,” she agrees. “I’m going to be so sore, but that was amazing and perfect.”

“It was, and we’re going to be doing a lot of it.”

She gives a soft laugh. “We are?”

“We are, and if I wasn’t so worried about you being sore, we’d already be started on round two.” I drag my nose along her cheek, smiling when I hear her breath hitch. “There are so many things I want to try, so many positions I’ve imagined taking you in, but all that will have to wait.”

She looks like she wants to argue, but when I start to slide out of her and she lets out a pained groan and winces, I raise a brow at her and say, “Like I said, all that will have to wait.”

Wanting to make sure she’s okay, I sit back and spread her thighs, running my eyes over her. She’s swollen and red and covered in her arousal that’s tinged with blood. The sight of it does something to me, and before I can question it, I lean down and run my tongue over her swollen pussy. She lets out a shocked gasp as the taste of her fills my mouth, the sweetness of her mixed with the coppery taste of blood lays heavy on my tongue, branding and laying claim to me. It’s another piece of her that’s mine, another piece that locks us together.

I lick her clean and then kiss every inch of her sore pussy before grabbing the backpack I’d stashed here earlier. Digging around, I find the ice pack, relieved it’s still cold, and then pull her panties back on before gently placing the ice pack against her.

“Wow, you thought of everything.”

I give her a wink and hand her a bottle of water. She laughs and takes a long drink.

“I will always take care of you, myshka.” I lay down beside her and pull her into my arms. She snuggles against me, resting her head on my chest and hiking her leg over mine while I keep the ice pack pressed against the tender flesh between her legs. I run my fingers through her hair, feeling happier and more content than I ever have in my life and never wanting this moment to end.

Present Day

Yelena eyes me over the containers of takeout food. “When you said you planned on using every second of our two days, this isn’t what I had in mind.”

I scoop her out more salad and push some more steak onto her plate. “You need to eat. Our baby’s trying to grow,” I remind her with a smile.

Stabbing her fork into the salad, she takes another big bite and then smiles around her food when I give her a wink. Watching her eat, I let the relief wash through me. It’s not so much that I’ve been worried something might be wrong, but hearing Tony say everything looks perfect was the reassurance I didn’t realize I was craving. It’s bad enough that she’s having to go through most of this on her own and that she’s stressing so much about telling everyone, but at least now we can stop worrying about whether or not the pregnancy is progressing as it should.

“You need to eat too,” she reminds me.

I’ve been so focused on her that my own plate is still full, and when I pick up my fork, she smiles and starts eating again.

“Where’s Max tonight?” She looks around as if expecting our cousin to walk through the door.

“He’s working and won’t be home until later. You’ll see him tomorrow, though. Sasha will probably come over and maybe Damien. They usually find their way over here on the weekends.”

She looks around the large kitchen we’re sitting in. “Looks like this is quite the party place you all have.”

“Yeah, I think you know us better than that,” I tell her with a laugh. “Parties are too dangerous, too many people and security would be impossible. I can already imagine the heart attack Niki would have. This place is usually really quiet. Well, aside from Max playing the piano at all hours of the night.”

“Something to look forward to, I guess.” She smiles and adds, “At least his music is really pretty.”

“Pretty? More like painfully sad. I’m not so sure he knows how to play anything upbeat.”

She thinks while she chews and says, “He can play it. He just can’t compose it.”

She’s right, just like she always is. Max is talented enough to play anything, but he’s drawn to the melancholy, and that’s all he seems to be able to compose. I’d once asked him about it, and he said he had no control over it. The sad, haunting melodies were just what came out of him, and he couldn’t do anything to change it.

“Artists can be intense,” I say.

“You should know. You live with two of them.”

I laugh because she’s not wrong. Both my mom and sister are talented artists, and I’ve learned over the years to give them space when they’re in the zone. My dad still has to remind my mom to eat sometimes. She gets so caught up in whatever she’s doing that she forgets about everything else. I’ve watched him pick her up and carry her to kitchen table on more than one occasion.

When Yelena reaches for our dirty dishes, I reach out and grab her wrist. “What are you doing?”

“The dishes.”

I give her a you’ve got to be kidding me look and start stacking the dishes myself.

“I’m pregnant, not injured,” she reminds me.

“You’re pregnant, and even if you weren’t, I wouldn’t let you do the dishes.”

She follows me to the sink and rests a hip against the counter. “So what am I allowed to do?”

I grin and step in front of her. Grabbing her hips, I lift her up so she’s sitting on the counter, and then I kiss the tip of her nose. “You can do whatever you want as long as it doesn’t involve you picking up after me. You need to take things easy.”

“I think you’re worrying too much.”

I finish loading the dishwasher and come to stand in front of her again. “Prepare yourself because I’m pretty sure I’m just going to get worse.”

She smiles and wraps her arms and legs around me. “I do like your overprotective side.”

“I’m glad you do because I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.” I give a soft laugh and say, “My dad thinks I might be gay, by the way. He told me that he and my mom would love me no matter what and that it was perfectly okay if I was.”

She laughs and waits for me to tell her I’m joking. “That’s really sweet of him, but why would he think that? Because you don’t date?”

“Because the meeting we had the other night was at Pink, and I didn’t show any interest in the strippers.”

Her body tenses when I mention the strip club, and I mentally kick myself for bringing it up.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her. “The meeting had to be there. Trust me, my dad and your dad hated it just as much, and Sasha was his usual self.”