Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Amy
His kiss had been brutal, but my body had reacted to it with just as much need because he wasn’t the only one in this room who was angry.
His suspicion and micromanagement were just too much, especially when I was doing everything he asked me to do without even a murmur of complaint. So no, he wasn’t the only one to be angry. Because I always seemed quiet didn’t mean I didn’t feel frustration.
And I took everything I was feeling out on his mouth, biting his lip. Sucking on his tongue with a need that surprised me. Because how dare he? How dare—
The sound of my dress tearing loudly was the thing that brought me back to my senses. I scrambled away, glancing down at the ruins of the dress and where my left breast, covered only in its simple white bra, was on show.
Hands scrambling, I tried to cover myself, and I took a hasty step back, putting some distance between us.
“Shit.” Alexei’s voice was ragged. “Amy.” My name tore its way out of his throat.
Slowly, I lifted my eyes to meet his. He looked horrified. It was almost like he couldn’t believe what he had just done—that made two of us. I couldn’t believe it either, but it didn’t really surprise me. There was something under Alexei’s polished exterior that was a brute.
“I didn’t mean…” He left the rest unsaid.
“It’s fine,” I said softly. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure it was fine, though. The way we had just come together had been animalistic and angry without even a shred of affection. My body had reacted to that brutality, like I had craved it, and I didn’t know how to feel about that.
“No, it wasn’t.” Taking a step forward, he reached for me, and I shied away.
With a sigh, his hand fell down to his side.
The tips of his fingers brushed against my bare arm.
“I didn’t mean for things to go that far or so violently, Amy.
” He said in a hushed voice. “Sometimes,” he sucked in a breath, “I have so many enemies that it’s impossible to know who to trust. You were right when you said I was paranoid. ”
I stared at him in complete shock. I’d never heard him speak like this.
“But paranoia is what has kept me alive this long, and it’s—”
I moved towards him, close but not touching, and tilted my face up to him.
“I am not your enemy, Alexei. I know you don’t know me, and you don’t want to know me, and I understand that, but” reaching out, I pressed my palms against his chest. His heart pounded against my palm.
“Surely you don’t want to live like this?
Like we are at war? It’s only been a day, and I am already exhausted. ”
Lifting his hands, he trapped mine against his chest. His thumb brushed over the back of them, sending a shiver up my spine that I couldn’t hide. “I don’t want to live like this. You are right.”
The tone of his voice made my head snap upwards, my eyes questioning.
“Start over?” Over and over again, his thumb swiped against my skin. “No more—”
I didn’t know what made me do it, I surged up on my bare feet and pressed my lips against his. When I settled back down on my feet, he was staring at me in shock. “What was that for?”
I shrugged because, honestly, I didn’t know. “I just felt like doing it.”
For several long seconds, he just stared at me. And then a muscle in the corner of his mouth twitched. “Then do it again.”
My hands slid up his chest to rest on his shoulders, and I lifted myself up to my tiptoes again. My lips found his softly.
And God, they were soft. There was nothing hot and passionate about the kisses I gave him, and his hands didn’t grab at me and yank me into him. Aleixie stood with his arms at his side and his soft lips moving over mine.
He let me lead and kiss him the way I wanted to. And knew how much it cost him not to be in control. When I opened his lips with mine, the tip of my tongue tentatively touring his, I heard his chest rumble in a groan.
I shouted back, “Am I…?”
His eyes were buttonless dark pits encircled with thick black lashes that were almost feminine this close. How had I not noticed before how beautiful his eyes were? He lifted an eyebrow in a silent question.
“Am I doing it right?”
Alexei reached one hand out for my hip and brought me flush into his body. His giant form bet over mine. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, Amy. You kiss me like you mean it, like you want to.”
I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. “I don’t have much experience.”
“I know,” he answered huskily. His fingers kneaded my hip. Not hard, but with a soft hypnotic rhythm that sent a pulse through my lower stomach.
“But I want to learn,” I said shyly. “I want to learn how to be a good wife for you.”
For the space of one whole heartbeat, he just stared at me, and then his hand was back in my hair, and his lips were back on mine. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth. “Are you sure?”
Silently, I nodded.
“We will go slow, not like last time.” His head dropped to my jaw, and he kissed along it and then down. My head fell back with a soft moan. My hands clung to his wide-muscled shoulders as he bent me backwards.
“It won’t be like last time.” Alexei’s mouth fell to the hollow of my throat.
And what a mouth it was. When he kissed me, it felt like I could scream with frustration.
But when he kissed there like he was doing it, it felt like my whole body was melting, and it was only his hands on my body that kept me on my feet.
My knees felt weak. Each breath that left my lungs was a torturous rasp.
I’d never felt anything like it before because this was more than horniness.
It felt completely different from the passion of our wedding night.
Each one of his kisses felt deliberate, almost like he was trying to draw out as much pleasure as possible.
It was incredible, but it wasn’t enough. I might not have a lot of experience, but my body knew what it wanted.
“Touch me,” I moaned on an out breath. His lips slowed, but didn’t stop their onslaught on the sensitive flesh of my throat.
“Please, Alexei,” I begged, and the voice that left my mouth didn’t even sound like me anymore. “I need you to touch me.”
I didn’t have to ask twice. He groaned once low in his throat, and his hand came up to cup my breast, sliding his fingers under the thin material of my bra. He teased my straining nipple with the tips of his fingers.
“Touch you?” His voice was a low growl. “With pleasure.” The lips on my throat moved, and I instantly missed their warm wetness. He straightened, his hand still trapped against my breast.
His mouth came back to mine, harder and faster, his tongue swiping against mine in time with his. The moan that left my throat sounded desperate. I grabbed at him, and he caught my wrists easily.
“Let me touch you.” Entwining our fingers, he placed my hand against his lower stomach just above the waistband of his slacks. My fingers wanted to trail lower, to cup the bulge I could see pressing against his zipper. But would that be allowed? Or would he think that was too forward?
Catching my look, Alexei smiled. And it was unlike any smile I had ever seen on his face; it was almost soft. “You can touch me, Amy,” he muttered.
“I don’t know how.”
His smile stayed glued to his face. With one hand, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down his legs, stepping out of them. His shirt was next, and it was only to shrug it off that his hand left my body.
He stood there naked and unashamed in all his manly gorgeousness. “It doesn’t matter how you touch me, Amy. We will learn what the other likes. That’s part of the fun.”
Sliding the ruins of my ripped dress over my shoulders, he unclipped my bra with one hand, and they pooled between our bodies, trapped there as our mouths clashed back together.
He cupped my breasts, easing the nipples up to diamond-hard points that ached painfully. I reached for his cock, my hand around the base and squeezed gently before moving.
It was steel hard but wrapped in velvet and so thick that my fingers barely touched. No wonder it had hurt last night. But even if the pain was still fresh on my mind, I wanted to do it again. It was a need like lava between my thighs.
“God, Amy,” Alexei groaned as I swiped my fingers against the leaking head of his cock. Capturing a drop of creamy precum, I sucked it off my fingertip without even thinking. His eyes bugged out of his head. “Jesus.”
Emboldened by his words, I worked him up and down harder and faster.
There was something so mesmerising about watching him struggle not to come undone under my hand.
“Do you like the taste of me?” he asked from the hollow of my neck.
“Yes,” I answered, and I meant it. He was salty and tangy and completely morish.
Alexei’s deep, dark eyes widened. “Good, because I can wait to lose myself in your mouth, Amy. But first.” He stepped back, working my clothes off my body until I was as naked as he was, but not as confident.
Instinctively, I tried to cross my arms around my chest.
“Don’t cover your body from me, Amy,” he ordered, and my arms dropped to my side. “How can I worship you on my knees if you hide from me?”
Worship me on his knees? I lifted an eyebrow in shock.
Kissing his way over my straining breasts, he licked and teased each nipple, coaxing them upwards, and then he dropped to his knees in front of me. Hands on my hips, he moved further and further down.
“Has anyone ever done this to you before, Amy?” From his place with his lips pressed against my lower stomach, his eyes clashed with mine.
Unable to speak, I shook my head.
“Good.” Clutching me tightly, he pulled me into his mouth, licking and circling my clit the same way he had done with my nipples.
Only this was a million times more intense.
It felt like my very soul was screaming out for something, some kind of relief that only his sinfully good mouth could give me.
“Alexei,” I whimpered his name like a prayer.
“Hold on to me,” he growled out. Parting my thighs, he licked a long line straight from ass to clit, parting me with his tongue, so he could test my tightness.
“I’m not sure I can,” I managed to squeak. It was getting harder and harder to think. I could barely catch my breath, and still, the pressure kept building.
Last night, when he had made me cum, it hadn’t been like this. This was everything. This was…my legs buckled, and the pressure snapped. Every single atom of my body turned into liquid as I threw back my head and screamed my pleasure to the heavens.
It was only Alexei’s firm hands on my body that kept me upright.
“That’s it, baby,” he crooned, his tongue still lapping at me like I was cream, and he was a starving cat.
A second passed, or maybe it was a year, I could no longer tell, and still the pleasure kept coming.
My legs were swept from under me, and I fell onto the massive four-poster bed.
Instantly, he was over me. Trapping me under his weight, he pushed the thick head of his cock into me slowly.
Inch by inch. His eyes were glued to my face.
“Just like that, you’re taking me so well,” he moaned as he finally slid home and filled me totally.
The orgasm he’d given me on his knees exploded back to life. My nails clawed down his back, opening up his skin in thin, narrow scratches that didn’t seem to bother him at all. If anything, they seemed to urge him on.
He moved, slowly at first and then harder and faster, and I moved with him. My body knew exactly what to do even if I didn’t. I moaned his name again, my core clenching around him.
“Fuck, you take me so well, Amy, but I’m not going to last five seconds if you keep moaning my name like that?”
Had I been moaning his name? Wrapping my legs around his waist, I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. He came hard, his cock twitching inside of me as he buried his face in the softness of my hair and groaned my name.
“Are you OK?” he asked finally. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I said breathlessly. “That was nice.”
He rolled off my body with a chuckle. “Nice, did you just say it was nice?”
“OK. Maybe that is not the right word,” I admitted. “I don’t think I have the word for what that was.”
His laughter died, replaced by an easy silence as he pulled me back into his arms and pressed my head against his rapidly beating heart. His fingers trailed through my curls.
“Good. I will be speechless over all the adjectives in the world. And just so you know,” he whispered quietly, as I snuggled into his chest and his fingers continued to play with my curls. “I don’t hate you.”
“I don’t hate you either.”