Chapter 24 Elena
ELENA
Iwake from a dream, an actual dream, not a nightmare. Adrian was giving me a back massage in my small one bedroom apartment in Bucharest. The one he paid the rent on for the whole year and then never let me stay there since I belonged in Bra?ov because it "matched my beauty."
His hands were moving down my body and I think I may have spread my legs a bit. I laugh, the memory flooding my body with heat. I press my thighs together, feeling the results of my little wet dream.
I rub my eyes and look to the empty side where Adrian had been lying.
Then I turn my face into the pillow, pressing my nose into the fabric, and I breathe him in.
Adrian's scent is all over the pillow, the sheets, the air around me. It's something I've known forever, something that made my stomach flip every time he walked into a room.
And it still does.
I close my eyes, letting the scent wash over me, and for the first time since my life went sideways, I don't feel hollow.
I don't feel ruined or broken.
Our long talk helped me more than I realized, especially hearing it all from him. He opened up and told me everything. From the funeral, which is just unbelievably crazy, to his months of drinking himself into oblivion, and everything up until he found me.
I told him about the cold concrete floors, the pills, the numbness, the way Maxim's voice would echo in my head long after he left the room.
I cried and he held me. We kissed and I finally started to feel normal.
And then we slept, tangled together like we used to be, like we always were before the world ripped us apart.
I exhale slowly, my fingers curling into the sheets.
Maxim is dead. The Volkovs can't touch me anymore, and Adrian loves me.
Even after everything, the pills, the dissociation, the terror, the way I flinched when he touched me.
He still loves me, unconditionally.
And that makes me feel whole again.
No matter what happened, no matter what was done to me, Adrian was always able to make me feel this way. Whole. Complete. Confident. Sure of myself.
I stretch and then run my hands through my hair to remove some of the tangles.
My body feels different this morning, lighter and more alive.
A slow smile spreads across my face as I think about what Adrian did to me last night mixed with my dream of him and I bite my lip as heat begins to build low in my belly.
My mind isn't stopping it anymore. My body isn't betraying me anymore.
I'm filled with the sudden rush of wanting him, needing him.
And you know what? I'm going to have my man.
I swing my legs out of bed and open the door. I move down the hallway, my steps quiet, and when I reach the living room, I see him.
Adrian is sitting at the table, his back to me, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he scrolls through something on his phone.
He looks good. No. He looks perfect.
Dark hair messy from sleep, face shadowed with stubble, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he swipes at his phone.
I stop and lean against the wall, and I just watch him for a moment.
He must sense me because he turns his head, his dark eyes finding mine, and a slow smile spreads across his face.
"Hey," he says, his voice rough and warm.
"Hey," I say, pushing off the wall and walking toward him.
He turns in his chair to face me fully, and I see the way his gaze drags down my body, taking me in.
He asks me how I'm doing, but I can't concentrate.
I look down at him, my fingers brushing through his hair, and all I can think about is the way his hands felt on my skin last night. The way his lips felt. The way his body pressed against mine, solid and warm and safe.
He then tells me we're going to be getting out of here soon, and that just brings another level of happiness to me.
"So, does that mean we have the place to ourselves?" I ask with a smile.
"Yep."
"Perfect," I say and take both of his hands and press them against my chest so he can grab my breasts.
"Fuck me."
For a split second, Adrian just stares at me, his hands frozen on my chest, his mouth slightly open.
And then something in him snaps.
His hands tighten on my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt, and a low growl escapes his throat.
"Jesus Christ, Elena," he says, his voice rough and raw.
He stands abruptly, his chair tipping over behind him, and before I can even process what's happening, his hands are on my waist and he's lifting me.
I gasp, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he sets me down on the edge of the table.
Adrian's hand moves behind me and I hear the bag Victor brought go flying, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
Neither of us seem to care.
I only care about Adrian's hands on me, his mouth crashing against mine, and feeling him inside me.
I reach for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up, and he pulls back just long enough for me to drag it over his head and toss it aside.
He reaches for my shirt and pulls it up and off me. He leans down and starts kissing my exposed breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples.
My hands fly to the button of his pants, fumbling with the zipper. He reaches down and helps me take them off.
"You sure?" he asks.
"Yes," I say, breathless. "God, yes."
He takes his pants off and then kisses me again, harder this time, his tongue sliding against mine, and I moan into his mouth as his fingers hook into my waistband and, in one motion, drag my pants and underwear down my legs.
I kick them off and there's nothing between us anymore.
His hands slide up my thighs and spread me wider as he drops to his knees.
"Let me taste heaven again," he says, and then his warm tongue is on my clit.
My head drops back as my left hand locks straight to keep me up while my right hand runs through his hair.
My hips buck as I grind into his face, feeling his tongue work me. He licks around my clit, sucking in all the right places. I feel his tongue slide into me and I moan.
"Oh fuck, Adrian."
My eyes close but it still feels bright. My skin is tingling everywhere, my nerves are firing, and I feel hot pricks all over my skin.
He keeps licking me and he does that thing I like with his tongue, and my stomach tenses. I feel the signs of an orgasm rising. It comes from deep within me, and my feet start to shake.
"Yes, right there, baby," I moan.
I tighten up and his tongue forces me over the edge. I cry out as a shaking orgasm rocks my body. Adrian doesn't stop. He licks everything out of me.
"God, that felt amazing," I say, laughing. I missed these playful, spontaneous moments so much.
I pull Adrian up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.
I then kiss his neck and work my way down. His body is still hard, still chiseled perfectly. My hands run across the ripples of his six pack before I go lower and take his cock in my hands.
I start stroking and look into his eyes. I see the hunger in them and nothing else.
Gripping his cock, I run his head up and down my entrance, using myself to lubricate him.
"You ready?" he asks.
I nod and slide my hand back up his chest and over his shoulder, pulling him closer. "Yes."
For a split second he looks at me, nothing but heat and need and the desperate, aching desire between us. His hands slide under my thighs, and then he's lifting me, positioning me slightly off the edge of the table, and I feel him, hard and hot and exactly what I need.
"Tell me if you need me to stop," he says, brushing the hair out of my face.
"I won't," I say, my voice steady. "I want this."
And then he pushes into me slowly, and I gasp, my head falling back, my fingers gripping his shoulders.
He stills immediately, his entire body rigid.
"Elena."
"Don't stop," I say quickly, my legs tightening around his waist. "Please don't stop."
He exhales as his hands slide up my sides, his thumbs brushing over my ribs as he starts to move.
Slow and gentle.
My body isn't used to his size, and the stretch to fit him is intense. It burns but in a good way.
I breathe, letting my body relax, take the man that belongs to me. Was made for me.
He leans forward and I fall back slowly until my back hits the cold table. His lips find my neck and he kisses and licks me, down and across my collarbone to the hollow of my throat, and I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me.
The cool surface of the table against my back. The heat of his body against mine. The stretch and fullness of him inside me.
It's perfect and, in a way I never expected, it's healing.
"Adrian," I say, my hands sliding into his hair.
"I'm here, baby," he says against my skin.
He shifts his angle, thrusting deep into me and I cry out, my nails dragging down his back.
"Fuck," he says, his hands gripping my hips tighter. "Your pussy feels so good around my cock."
I smile. "More," I say, my voice breathless. "I need more."
He pulls back slightly to look at me, his desire filled eyes searching mine.
"Like before?"
"Yes," I say, my voice firm. "Like before."
He smiles. "Perfect, beautiful."
I gasp as he pulls out and stands, bringing me to my feet. He then turns me around, grips my hair, and bends me over the table.
My chest presses against the cool wood and I moan as my nipples harden instantly.
Adrian makes a fist, pulling my hair tighter.
"God, Leni," he says, his voice rough. "You're so fucking beautiful."
He pulls back and then thrusts into me again, harder this time, and I moan, my fingers scrambling to grip the edge of the table.
His free hand slides down my back, over the curve of my ass, and then he slaps me, firm and sharp, and I cry out, grinding back against him.
"Yes," I gasp.
Oh how I've missed my slaps.
He does it again, harder this time, and I feel the sting across my skin, mixing with the pleasure flowing through me.
"Fuck," Adrian says, his hand smoothing over the spot he just struck. "You like that, don't you?"
He always knows what I like. He always did.
"Yes," I say, breathless. "I've been a bad girl. That's not all you've got is it?"
"Oh, you're going to get punished my little angel," he says, slapping my ass again on the last word.
My eyes roll back and ecstasy overtakes my body.
His hand tightens in my hair, pulling my head back slightly, and his other hand grips my hip, holding me steady as he drives into me, deeper, harder, exactly the way I need it.
Another slap and then another.
I scream in between them as I push back into him, wanting all of him.
"That's my girl. Take my cock. Take your punishment," he says as he picks up his pace.
I feel the table shift slightly beneath me with every thrust and my feet lift off the ground occasionally.
He pulls my hair back and my head lifts off the table and stares at the ceiling.
"Squeeze," he says, and I tighten my core, clamping my inner walls around him.
"Like that, baby," I say.
He doesn't answer, just growls as he continues to thrust into me.
My body responds to him instinctively and the stretch has turned into pure pleasure, as if it hadn't forgotten how to take him.
I feel everything building, coiling tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe.
"Adrian," I gasp. "I'm... I'm close."
I feel his hand slide around between my legs and his fingers find my clit. He circles it, rubbing fast as he increases his pace.
"Come for me, Leni," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I want to feel you come undone around me."
I bite my lip as everything pushes me past the point of no return.
Suddenly, fire runs across my body as every muscle tightens, and then I shatter.
My entire body convulses as the orgasm rips through me, stronger and more intense than anything I've ever felt.
I cry out and I feel Adrian's grip on me tighten. He doesn't stop. He gets more relentless as I see stars, my orgasm not stopping.
Eventually he slows, sliding in and out of me, and I feel every single inch of him.
He lets go of my hair and wraps his hand around my throat.
"That's a good girl," he says. "God, it was so good to hear you scream."
I slowly rotate my waist, grinding into him, feeling the slow sliding in and out motions of his cock.
I then feel his hand tighten on my throat and he starts to pick up his pace again.
I squeeze like he likes, clamping around him and his perfect thrusts start to become erratic and frantic.
I feel him grow larger in me, filling me completely. He releases me and stands up, both hands gripping my hips.
He rams into me, over and over, chasing his own release.
He slaps my ass again and I hear his breathing get ragged and short.
"Fuck," he groans, and then he's coming too, his body shaking against mine, his hands gripping me tight as I feel his hot come fill me and it's the best fucking feeling in the world.
He eventually slows and collapses on top of me, kissing my back gently.
We stay like that for some time, both of us breathing hard, replaying what just happened in our minds.
Slowly, Adrian pulls out, and I feel the loss immediately.
He helps me up and turns me around gently, and his hands cup my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks.
He smiles and leans forward and kisses me.
"I love you," he says.
"I love you, too," I whisper.
And then I hear it.
The unmistakable sound of a car door shutting.
Adrian's head snaps toward the window, his entire body going rigid.
"Shit, it's Victor," he says.
I blink, my heart still racing. "I thought he wasn't coming back for a while."
Adrian laughs and then shrugs. "That's what he said. Fuck. Come on."
We scramble as we gather our scattered clothes.
The front door starts to jiggle.
"Fuck," Adrian says and picks me up like I weigh nothing. "Let's go."
I try not to laugh as he tosses me over his shoulder, my naked ass in the air as we sprint down the hall, his bare feet pounding against the floor.
We dive into the bedroom just as I hear the front door open.
Adrian shuts the door behind me and then sets me down. We both freeze, staring at each other.
And then we burst into silent laughter, clamping our hands over our mouths to stifle the sound.