Chapter 10 #2
No, kissing makes it sound gentle. And this man isn’t gentle. I’ve never felt more alive, my blood heating beneath his passion.
My mouth feels bruised when he pulls back, the look of need and want in his eyes startling me. Again, he runs his tongue over his lips, like he’s just had a small taste of what he really wants.
He moves lower on my body, pressing hot kisses to my neck, my chest until he gets to my breasts.
“Fucking perfect,” he moans as he grabs my breasts, squeezing until he has a handful, and then brings his mouth down over my nipple.
I groan with the sensation of his teeth scraping over me.
He mutters something in Russian I don’t understand, but from the animalistic way he says it, I get that he’s not talking about the weather.
Arching my back, I moan as he sinks his teeth into my breast. It hurts, but in the best possible way. I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want him to stop.
“Fuck.” He bites his way down my body, leaving a small trail of marks behind.
“Spread your legs for me,” he orders even as he grips my knees.
I want to tease him. I want to tell him no to see what he’ll do, but when I look into his blazing hot eyes, all I want to do is give in to him.
He sinks his teeth into my thigh and when I cry out from it, he flashes me an arrogant grin that sets my insides on fire.
“Rurik, you don’t have…I mean…I don’t usually…” I’m not even sure what I’m trying to tell him.
He freezes, dragging his gaze up to my eyes. “Are you telling me you’ve never had a man eat this sweet pussy before?”
“No.” I giggle.
I actually fucking giggle because he’s shoved all common sense from my head with all his kisses, and bites, and smacks.
“Then what are you saying?” He cocks his head to the side, waiting. Impatiently, but he’s waiting.
“I’m not very good at it.”
His eyebrows lift. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“I mean I can’t…you know…when a guy…I mean it doesn’t work for me there…” I sound like a complete idiot.
He’s going to get up and tell me to get dressed.
He licks his lips and grins. “You’re saying no one has ever made you come just by eating your pussy, and you think it’s some sort of defect on your part?”
Well, when he puts it like that, maybe no?
“I’m just saying you don’t have to do that.”
His response is to sink lower until he’s buried between my thighs. I nearly shoot off the bed when his lips latch around my clit and he sucks .
Whatever sound I’m making, I hope he understands it means to never stop doing that.
He must speak overly aroused girl sounds, because he continues driving me crazy with his tongue and his lips. I’ve never felt so much pleasure, so much euphoria from just a man’s touch before.
When I arch up off the bed, he presses me back down. Holding me in place with his hand flat on my belly, he eats me as though it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
And it’s going to kill me if it gets much better.
Slowly, he glides two fingers inside me, curling them the same way he’d done in the living room, and I make an ungodly sound that can only mean my soul is separating from my body.
While his fingers are pumping in and out of me, he flicks my clit with his tongue, and then with his teeth. He scrapes over my clit, and I’m done for.
My orgasm rips through me from out of nowhere. The intensity shakes me, making me scream until my voice gives out.
When the ripples fade, he presses a small kiss just above my pussy and makes a show of licking his fingers clean.
“Not defective.” He winks as he kneels up, grabbing at his jeans to unbutton them.
In a matter of seconds, he’s out of his clothes and kneeling between my thighs. One hand on my knee, and the other fisting his cock. His thick, long cock.
He leans down, holding himself up on one arm on the bed beside my head, while he positions his cock at my entrance.
“Look at me, Mira,” he orders in a rough, strained voice. The thick head of him eases just inside, and I grimace slightly at the stretch.
When I bring my eyes to meet his, the air whooshes from my lungs. It’s not just a look of arousal or manly desire, but much more intense. It’s the expression of a man about to make his claim.
“Mine,” he declares.
With one push, he plows forward, embedding himself fully inside. I tense at the sudden intrusion. The fullness of me stretching around him.
I try to push against him, but he won’t move. Pressing kisses to my cheeks, he shushes me.
“Give it a second…fuck, don’t move like that.” He bites my earlobe. “Mira, if you move like that I can’t hold still.”
“I don’t want you to hold still,” I say, wrapping my arms around him. “Don’t hold back, Rurik.”
He leans up to stare into my eyes, his tongue running along his bottom lip.
After a moment of hesitation, he crushes my mouth with his, kissing me deeply as he drags his cock back until I think he’s going to pull away altogether. Then he thrusts forward, fucking me deeper and harder.
My skin is electrified, my breath unsteady, and my body wants nothing but for him to keep doing everything he’s doing.
Forever .
I never want it to end.
His hands roam my body, squeezing, pinching, petting me until there isn’t a spot on me that isn’t branded by his touch.
“Come for me again, Mira.” He whispers into my ear while biting down on my earlobe. “Be a good girl for me. Can you do that? Can you be my good girl?”
Just when I think my body can’t get strung any tighter, he scrapes his teeth over my neck.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Come for me, that’s right, such a good girl.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, just as the shockwaves start to release. He plows into me harder, sending the waves throughout my entire body as another orgasm shreds my insides until I can barely breathe.
He slows his thrusts, going deeper and deeper as he kisses my cheek, my mouth. Then lifts himself so our eyes are lined up.
“All mine. Forever,” he says, like a vow, and thrusts harder until he freezes, letting loose an animalistic growl as his own release carries him away.
He kisses me, a deep, sensual kiss that’s more than just a glad we fucked kiss. Something’s shifted. He’s not just my kidnapper anymore, or my escort. It’s something different now.
But my body is too worn out, my soul too at peace to bother with overanalyzing things right now.
After another kiss to my cheek, he rolls off the bed, grabbing his T-shirt from the floor. The bed dips when he sits back down and gently uses it to clean me.
Still in my haze, I climb beneath the covers. It’s early still, but he’s exhausted me.
“I’ll make us some food.”
He pulls on his jeans, zipping and buttoning them up before sitting on the bed beside me.
“Rurik, I really am sorry about that guy.”
He puts a finger to my mouth, cutting me off.
“Don’t worry about him. He wasn’t anyone to grieve over. His death was coming, he just assured it came faster by putting his hands on you.”
“We still need to find whatever you were looking for.”
His expression darkens. “Food first. Then we’ll figure that out.”
“Do you have another shirt I can borrow?” I ask, giving a pointed look at the crumpled-up shirt at the bottom of the bed.
“Why? I like you this way.”
He gets off the bed, snatches up the dirty shirt and saunters out of the room.
Arrogant man.
I roll to my back, staring up at the ceiling while the first note of his whistling starts in the kitchen.
The moment of peace quickly gets washed away with the dreaded truth of my reality.
When he finds out what I did to Nico, he’ll never want to be with me again. And I wouldn’t blame him.
If it weren’t for me, maybe Nico would still be alive.