Chapter 41 Petyr
PETYR
I’ve been holding back for weeks, and it’s been fucking torture.
Watching her walk past me in those soft shirts and tighter jeans… Seeing her talk back, laugh, bite her lip when she thought I wasn’t looking… It kept chipping away at my control.
Every night I’ve spent without being able to touch her, I’ve had to remind myself she just birthed my child. I couldn’t risk hurting her. I needed to be better than this.
But the look in her eyes now… Blyat’.
That little grin kills the promise I made to myself. Fucking burns it to ash.
I move before I even think. My hand finds her jaw. I drag her against me and kiss her hard enough to steal her breath.
The sound she makes against my mouth is half-moan, half-fight, and I want both.
My tongue forces its way between her lips. She tastes so fucking sweet, I have no idea how I resisted her this long.
When she falls back into the bed, I grab her wrist and pin it behind her. The way her body shudders tells me she’s been waiting for this as much as I have.
I spin her around and shove her gently against the mattress. Her palms dig into the duvet.
I tear at her clothes. Don’t bother with finesse. The lingerie I picked out for her looks spectacular on her body, but I bet she’ll look better without it.
I grab her panties with two fingers and yank. The sound of fabric ripping fills the space.
She gasps and twists, whines a weak “Petyr!”, and it only makes me harder.
When I pull her bra down, her breasts spill into my hands. I roll my thumbs over her swollen nipples, watching them tighten just for me.
Sima jerks and tries to turn around, but I keep her still with a palm pressed flat between her shoulder blades.
She said she wanted me to break her. Let her learn what that fucking means.
“Tell me you don’t like it,” I growl against her ear. My breath brushes the side of her neck as I pinch her nipples in turn.
She shivers hard in my arms, presses back against me with no restraint. Her body betrays her at every turn. Even if she doesn’t speak, I can hear her answer plain as day.
I pinch harder. Twist. She arches, a low cry punched out of her throat.
“You like it when it hurts,” I whisper. “When it stings just a little. Don’t you, lisichka?”
“Petyr—” Her voice breaks on my name. That sound makes me lose the last thread of patience I had.
My hand slides down. Over her stomach, past the edge of her underwear. She’s soaked through, her flesh hot and wanting, and it drives me fucking crazy.
I groan against her skin. “Fuck. You’re already dripping for me.”
My fingers find her clit and circle it once, twice. Sima writhes against me. I haven’t been able to touch her for weeks, and the pressure must have built up, because it doesn’t take long for her to start moaning.
But I’m not done with her. Not by a long fucking shot.
I slide my fingers lower and push inside. The heat of her nearly knocks the breath out of me. She grabs the headboard for balance, breathless, head tipped forward.
I thrust my fingers in deeper. She clenches tight around them.
“Look at you,” I mutter. “All that attitude, and you still melt the second I touch you.”
She whimpers. Her body’s trembling already. I add a second finger and drive them in until she’s gasping.
Her hips start to move, slow and desperate. She tries to keep quiet, but the moans slip out between her teeth.
“Say it,” I tell her. “Tell me how much you like it.”
She shakes her head. Still clinging to that stubborn pride, even now.
I push my fingers in deeper. Curl them just right until she gasps out loud. Her knees almost give.
“Say it,” I repeat.
“I do,” she breathes. Her voice is wrecked. “I love it. Love you.”
“That’s fucking right.”
I thrust again until she’s trembling all over. Her slick coats my fingers. I pull them out just to hear the wet sound, then push back in, rougher this time. She cries out every time. If I keep this up, I’ll feel her clench around me in seconds.
But again—I’m not done yet.
Her body is perfect like this. Flushed, shaking, pressed against the bed with my hand between her thighs. I watch her lose control, see the fight leave her inch by inch. Every breath she takes drags a curse out of me.
I lean in close, my mouth at her neck. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I say, voice low and hoarse. “No fucking idea.”
She turns her head, eyes glassy, mouth open. “Then show me.”
My pulse jumps. The challenge is back in her eyes, that spark that drives me insane.
I press my forehead against hers and breathe her in. “Careful what you ask for, little fox,” I murmur. “You just might get it.”
I pull my fingers from her. The gasp she lets out sounds pained, almost animal.
I flip her around, her face to me now. For a second, I just look.
She’s beautiful in a way that pisses me off. Too soft for this world, for me. And still, she looks up at me with her wide doe eyes, completely trusting. She wants to see what happens next. Craves it like nothing else.
I drag off what’s left of her clothes, then push her thighs apart.
Her body tenses, but she doesn’t pull away. I lower myself until my mouth hovers just above her. The scent of her hits me. Sweet, irresistible. It does something ugly to my control.
I kiss the inside of her thigh. Sima’s breath catches. Her hands fist in the sheets. “Petyr… !”
I want to lose myself in that sound. In her.
She twists hard above me. Her legs close around my neck. If I wasn’t as strong as I am, I wouldn’t be able to breathe through the chokehold.
I lower my head, kiss her thigh again, slower, then move closer until I can feel her heat against my lips. I breathe her in. The scent of her makes me dizzy. I press another kiss just where she needs it most.
Her fingers curl in the sheets. I stay there and taste her softly, tease her. Draw out every small noise that spills from her mouth until she can barely whisper my name.
Then I bury my face between her thighs and start sucking at her clit.
She twists hard above me, a desperate, uncontrolled movement that locks her thighs around my shoulders. Her body shudders. Every sound that comes out of her is raw, needy.
I drag my mouth higher, slower, until she’s shaking against my tongue.
The taste of her drives me mad. I pull her closer, holding her still while I keep working her relentlessly. The rest of the world disappears until all I can hear is her gasping my name and the rhythm of her heartbeat under my palms.
When she finally comes apart, I stay there and lick her through it. I breathe her in, feel her pulse flutter against my mouth, let her squeeze me in as much as she wants. I can take it. Can take anything she gives me.
Then, once she’s still again, I lift my head and meet her eyes.
I ease back on my knees. Her legs are still over my shoulders. My breathing is rough, uneven.
I look down at her flushed body, still wracked by the aftershocks. Her hair’s a mess across the sheets. Her lips are parted, eyes half-shut.
Not yet. I’m not done with you yet.
I grab her hips and pull her closer. “Last chance to back out, lisichka.”
She blinks up at me with hooded eyes. The desire buried there is unmistakable. “I’ve missed you,” she whispers. “So much.”
I know what she means. What she’s begging me to do.
But she doesn’t need to beg. Because if I’m not inside her in the next five seconds, I’ll go crazy.
The first push through her folds makes me swear under my breath. It’s been too long since I’ve felt her like this. Tight, wet, the pull deeper with every inch.
The sound that leaves her mouth when I breach her is soft and broken. I watch her face as I move, the way her expression shifts from want to need.
She gasps and arches up. Her hands slide over my shoulders. Her nails dig into my skin. I groan, low and hard. The sound comes straight from my chest.
“Petyr,” she whispers, breathless. I can barely hear it, but it hits me right in the gut.
I meet her gaze. My rhythm slows for just a second. Her eyes catch mine, wide and open. It almost fucking undoes me.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say, voice rough. I slam my hips forward again. She cries out, gripping tighter. “You’ll make me lose it.”
“Maybe I want to,” she breathes.
I curse and move harder. Faster. The bed creaks, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Loud, filthy.
Her legs lock around my waist. She meets me halfway with every thrust. She’s not still and quiet like the first time we did this. She gives back, takes it all, scratches down my back like she wants to mark me. Every drag of her nails pulls a sound out of me.
I press my mouth to her throat. I bite lightly, then suck at the spot until she gasps my name again. I want her voice in my ear. Need the sound of her to drown everything else out.
Her body moves under mine. There’s no rhythm now, just heat and want.
I brace a hand beside her head, the other on her thigh to keep her open for me. “You like this?” I rasp. “You like being full of me like this?”
She nods frantically. A small noise escapes her throat, almost a sob.
I pound into her harder. Piston my cock in and out until the sounds are obscene. She tightens around me fast after that, too wrecked to take it any longer.
I feel her coming. Her body clamps down on me, walls tight around my cock. She cries out, but I don’t stop. Fuck her through it until there are tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks.
One more thrust. Then another. And I break, too.
Fire floods through me as I come inside her. My body jerks. It goes on forever, but I can’t stop fucking her, even as I spill deep inside, filling her up to the brim.
For a moment, all I can hear is our breathing, harsh and messy. I can smell her on my skin, on the sheets. The air is full of her.
I lower her legs slowly and lean down. My forehead rests against hers. We’re both slick with sweat, skin sticky where we touch. Her breath hits my neck, warm and shaky.
I don’t move. I should pull out, say something, but I don’t.
I just stay there, buried inside her.