Chapter 11
Zoya~
I wasn’t sure what time of the day or night it was, my sleep habits a complete mess, understandably so.
With no job or responsibilities, knowing the time or day of the week didn’t seem so important right now.
Yeah, I was going to have to eventually take care of my mother’s house and the bills, but not right now.
No.
Right now, my back was arching lazily on the bed, and there was no mistaking what was happening.
Even as my consciousness was returning slowly, I was still very aware of the warmth on my thighs, Kasimir’s hands holding them open, his broad shoulders preventing me from being able to close my legs.
As one of his favorite things to do, I was very familiar with this position, and I welcomed it.
“Kasimir...” I whispered quietly, his tongue sliding through my pussy with purpose and pleasure.
Pulling his mouth off of me, he said, “Just lay back and let me make you feel good, baby.”
The need in the pit of my stomach more than wanted this, but I also knew that my body wasn’t quite up for the kind of sex that Kasimir enjoyed, so guilt pricked at the back of my mind, knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to return the favor.
“I...I don’t think that I’m up for...sex...” I panted when his tongue went back to work.
“I don’t recall asking for sex,” he replied evenly, his warm breath washing over me. “And if you think that I’m only doing this for you, you’re wrong. I missed having the taste of your pussy on my tongue, lepestok. I missed eating your sweet cunt.”
“Oh, God...” I mewled. “That feels so...so good...”
My back arched a little more when I felt Kasimir slide two fingers inside me. The stretch was nothing like when I was taking him, but the thickness was still enough to make me moan, my hips pushing back, already silently begging for more.
With his fingers deep inside me, he said, “I can’t wait until you can take my dick again, baby. I miss how you feel wrapped around my cock.”
“I miss...miss that...too...” I whimpered shamelessly, not caring that he had the upper hand when we were like this.
I felt him moving around, and when I opened my eyes to see what was going on, Kasimir was looking up at me, his blue/white gaze burning hot, and a quick thought flashed in my mind.
As he looked up at me from in between my legs, his lips shiny, I wondered if our kids were going to inherit his crazy-colored eyes, or if they were going to inherit my hazel ones.
“Let me make you feel good, lepestok,” he repeated.
Before I could say anything to that, his tongue was back on my clit as his fingers went to work inside me, and I just closed my eyes, letting the pleasure take me under.
Even with my ribs still cracked, my fingers still broken, and the bullet wound still tender, I wanted this.
I wanted to get out of my head if only for a little while, and Kasimir had a magical way of making me forget the world around me whenever he had his hands on me.
All reason left my mind whenever he had me like this, and while that wasn’t necessarily a good thing when the power dynamic already favored him, it was a good thing right now.
Already in sync, when Kasimir removed his fingers from my pussy, I knew what was coming next, and I waited for it eagerly.
If anyone had asked a month ago if I liked a man’s tongue on my ass, I wouldn’t have had an answer for them.
Since I’d never had a man do that before, my response would have been na?ve and boring.
However, that wasn’t the case anymore.
When I felt his tongue begin to massage my puckered hole, I opened my legs wider to give him more room.
Though it didn’t feel as good as it did when he was manipulating my clit, it still felt incredible.
Granted, everything that Kasimir did to me felt incredible, so it was just one more thing added to the list.
I also knew that there was going to be more to come.
Even though we couldn’t have sex, that wasn’t going to stop Kasimir from enjoying the freedom that he had with my body.
Like he did with everything else in life, he took until he had his fill, and he’d made it clear plenty of times that he’d never get enough of me.
A throaty moan escaped as I felt him slide his fingers back inside me, and when that third one entered my ass, I pulled my knees back to give him complete access to my body, and even though I could feel an ache pinch my ribs, it wasn’t enough to change my mind about what was happening right now.
I wanted the release. I wanted the euphoric high that came along with climaxing, and I wanted it to be hard enough to ease the unrelenting tension that’s been pulling at my muscles for weeks now.
Hell, maybe months.
“I love watching your sweet holes open up for me,” he rasped, his breath hitting the inside of my thigh as he watched my body take his fingers. “Your body always grips me so hard, baby.”
“Don’t stop...” I whispered as my good hand fisted the sheet beneath me. “That feels so good...”
He gave my clit a quick swipe of his tongue before saying, “I could stay down here for hours, lepestok. I could spend days just worshipping your cunt and never get tired.”
While a lot of men liked to brag about their sexual prowess, I knew that Kasimir wasn’t lying or exaggerating; our first night together had been proof enough.
The man had spent all night using me over and over again, and had I not passed out from exhaustion, he probably never would have let up.
Kasimir had the stamina of a racehorse, and I was quickly learning that he could get by just fine on little sleep.
“I also love how fucking wet you get for me,” he went on. “I love hearing the slick noises that your pussy makes when it needs me.”
“Kasimir...” I moaned, that familiar pressure building already, the dual-penetration working its magic so effortlessly.
“Are you going to cum for me, baby?” he asked wolfishly as he pushed his fingers in deeper, curling exactly where I needed him to. “Are you going to leak all over my hand?”
“Yes...” I choked out, every inch of my body ready to fall over the edge; ready to forget everything that’s been drowning me for these past few weeks. “God, yes...”
When Kasimir’s teeth nibbled on my clit, my orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt of incredible pleasure, and I let it wash over me in a way that made me forget all the pain, physical, emotional, and mental.
Wave after wave of release consumed me completely, and my injuries weren’t enough to take away how out of my mind I felt.
How relaxed.
I laid with my eyes close, quietly coming down from the high, every muscle in my body finally laxed and compromised, and I could only imagine how well I was going to sleep tonight, or tomorrow, or whatever time it was.
I felt positively languid, euphoric, and if for a moment, my mind wasn’t filled with everything that was wrong in my life.
When I felt Kasimir wipe his face on the inside of my left thigh, I let out a deep, quiet, satisfied breath.
My body was no longer twitching deliciously, but I still felt sated.
I felt like all the tension that I’d been carrying around for the past few weeks didn’t exist right now.
For a few precious moments in time, it didn’t exist.
I also didn’t move a muscle as I felt Kasimir crawl onto the bed next to me, wrapping his arms around me, still mindful of my injuries.
Now, while I hadn’t gone to sleep naked, I didn’t care that I was only half-dressed in one of Kasimir’s t-shirts, my panties somewhere on the bed or the floor.
I was not going to let reality intrude on this moment until I had no choice.
“I’ll never go that long without touching or tasting you again, lepestok,” he said softly from behind me. “I was close to losing my mind.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Pretty sure you lost that a long time ago.”
“Maybe,” he muttered quietly.
“Kasimir?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked, pulling me closer, though still careful with my ribs.
“For trying,” I answered tiredly. “For just trying.”
“Apart from letting you go, there’s nothing that I won’t do for you, Zoya,” he said seriously. “If it is in my power to do so, I will do whatever it is you need from me.”
I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t have to. I knew that he wasn’t just talking to talk or making declarations to impress a woman. More importantly, he knew that I knew. Kasimir Korolev wasn’t the type of man that had to prove himself to anyone, including me.
“I’ll figure it out eventually,” I finally said, hoping that I wasn’t lying.
“Well, I’m here to assure you that it’s okay if you don’t,” he replied, and tears immediately sprung to my eyes. Kasimir was giving me permission to remain broken, letting me know that he’d still love me anyway.
I started crying.
I started crying, and he didn’t let go of me until I fell into exhaustion again.