Chapter 16
Alina
I don’t know what I expected, but the total collapse of Alexei’s self-control wasn’t it.
He’s shuddering with the force of his need as he devours my mouth, his jean-clad erection grinding against my stomach with rough, rolling motions, leaving no doubt of where his cock wants to be.
And that’s where I want it too, as deep inside me as it can go, taking me over that exquisite edge beyond which no fear, no rational thought can survive.
Beyond which there’s only agony and ecstasy, a pleasure so incandescent it burns.
Panting, I wind my arms around his neck, matching his hunger with my own.
Already, my entire body is alight with sensations, as if tiny fireworks are exploding underneath my skin.
My nipples are hard and pebbled, aching for the suction of his lips, and I can feel the growing slickness between my legs, a tell-tale wetness that no longer embarrasses me.
I don’t care if he knows how much I want him.
How much I’ve always wanted him, from the first day we met.
Tearing my lips away, I tell him that in a ragged whisper, and a low growl rumbles in his throat in response.
Dipping his head, he grazes his teeth over the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I moan, my nails digging into the heavy muscles of his upper back as liquid heat surges down my body, adding to the desperate need coiling inside me, a pulsing tension that only he can relieve.
And he does. Wedging his hand between us, he parts my folds, his middle finger circling over my aching clit before pushing deep inside me.
At the same time, the heel of his hand grinds against my sex, applying just the right pressure in a rhythm that heightens the tension to an unbearable degree, leaving me suspended on the sharpest edge of pleasure for a long, breathtaking moment before the sensation crests and the orgasm crashes into me like a wave breaking over the shore, the ecstasy simultaneously shattering and healing.
Breathing hard, I slump into his arms, but he’s not done. Far from it. Gripping my ass, he hoists me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips, and then I hear the metallic slide of his zipper and feel the thick, prodding pressure of his cock at my entrance.
Then he pauses, his chest heaving, and I dazedly open my eyes to meet his gaze.
His eyes are coal black, his forehead dappled with sweat as he stares down at me, his jaw working from side to side. “I… won’t be gentle.” His words are strained. “I can’t hold back today. If you need me to stop—”
I slam my lips over his, cutting off his noble offer. Or maybe it was a warning.
Either way, I don’t want gentle from him.
I didn’t want it when he was my enemy, my stalker, my captor.
And I don’t want it now that he’s my… whatever he is.
I can’t think of the right word as his tongue sweeps hungrily into my mouth and his long, thick cock penetrates me in one hard thrust, sending shockwaves through my nerve endings.
Even as drenched as I am, it hurts, the stretch too much to bear after long weeks of abstinence, but there’s a pleasure in that hurt, in that too-full feeling.
He’s so deep inside me that we’re one, fused together as much by flesh as we are by our shared past and our tumultuous present. And our future, whatever it may hold.
As he begins to move inside me, the savage power of his thrusts moving me up and down the glass behind me, winding me up until I reach another explosive peak, I find the word that I was looking for.
Everything.
He’s now my everything… and I don’t know how to wrap my mind around that.