Chapter 19 Dahlia #2
A fury of desire overcomes me, causing me to burn up.
Licking my lips, I grip his collar. “Mister Morozov, remember where you are.”
He pins me with an unapologetic look. “Miss Ferrara, don’t make me throw you over my shoulder. I’ll give my explanation when my time is due, but until then…”
The threat heats the atmosphere between us, it becomes combustible.
I take off, needing to cool down more than ever.
Once I return, freshly changed into my bathing suit, I see him chatting with Lorenzo before he notices me. His eyes blaze as he strides to me.
Unknotting the front of my robe, the knitted beige material falls onto the lounge. I remain in my black swimsuit, with golden hooks intertwined along the sides of the bikini and on the straps of the bra, leaving little to the imagination.
I feel so sexy under his heated gaze as he peruses every inch of me, Adam’s apple bobbing.
He helps me into the pool. The cold water hits my feverish skin, making my teeth clatter, but I push through the discomfort.
Once submerged, I swim to the edge, where he crouches, not losing eye contact.
I tilt my head, beckoning him. “Come join me.”
“That’s not a good idea,” he groans.
“Join me, or I’ll undress.”
I am beyond playing with fire. I think I merged with a flame.
His eyes flash with the promise of a punishment I am too eager to experience.
Just to mess with him, I slip one thin strap off my shoulder.
He snaps his face up, scanning the perimeter. For the first time, I don’t see any guards.
He shakes his head at me. “You’re asking for trouble.”
“I’m your trouble.”
I don’t know why I constantly assert myself as his. Maybe to hold on to this reality that threatens to slip through my fingers like an unforgivable current.
His features soften. I am the cause and the cure. That knowledge is so potent that it makes me feel powerful.
He undresses to his boxer briefs and dives into the water. Arms stretched out above his head, he splits the water with the grace and lethality of a shark.
I am too fascinated to swim away, save myself. No, I want to be eaten up by him. Faced with predators, you run or play dead, not watch mesmerized—unafraid. But no one infuses so much self-belief as my predator.
It does things to me knowing he would raze the world to nothing but skeletons and ash if something would even dare touch me. That irrefutable fact emboldens me.
He surrounds me, his sandy hair darker now, just like those deep silver eyes. His presence exhilarates me.
He backs me against the wall behind the waterfall. My ears ring. Not with the sound of water, but with the deafening sound of my arousal.
“You caught me. Now what?” I ask breathlessly.
He cups the back of my neck and slams his mouth on mine, stealing the breath from my lungs and the heart out of my chest.
I liquefy in his arms as he slips his other hand in my bikini top, tugging at my nipple. I heave myself up his torso, crossing my legs low at his hips and locking my arms around his neck.
“You turn me into a madman,” he growls low, slipping the bikini to the side of my pussy and lifting me by my waist.
I whisper in his ear, “Good, because I’ve been crazy for you all my life.”
My words break his control, and he takes himself out, guiding his cock to my pussy. With one deep thrust, he bottoms out, not giving me any time to adjust to the penetration. Taking what’s his. Primal. Raw. Savage.
Fucking me in the pool’s grotto, I must cry out harder than intended because I turn deaf from my blood rushing in my ears.
The pleasure is exquisite.
The surrender inevitable.
The submission guaranteed.
He slips two fingers inside my mouth. “Be quiet and I might let you come faster.”
I doubt he cares if someone hears me, but he simply wants to fill all my holes.
I nod and suck on his digits as he carries me further inside, placing me on the small island. Pulling himself out, I feel the loss instantly, my pussy walls constricting as if urging him to fill us back.
“You take my breath away. You’re a vision, baby girl.”
The water dripping down his body emphasizes his six-pack, making me salivate on the spot. He resembles a mountain—an imposing mountain of marble rippling with muscles.
Opening my legs in invitation, he drives into me in one hard thrust that propels my upper body to shoot up. Nothing compares to him filling me up to the brim. The delicious fullness, the relentless stretch, drugs my senses so that I experience Nirvana.
I can’t believe I can take him when every time it feels like he splits me apart in the best way possible. Digging my nails into his back, I seek his lips, moaning into his mouth that muffles my pleasure.
“You feel so good as if you were made for me, baby girl,” he says hoarsely, body pulled taut.
“I am,” I cry out as he reaches a place inside of me that makes me see entire clusters of stars.
The orgasm shoots through me, causing an avalanche of tremors to subdue my body. My muscles constrict to the point that I might break apart. But he’s there to catch me, to put me back together.
He curls his hand around my throat and squeezes lightly. “Hold it.”
“Please,” I say, lightheaded and on the verge of losing my sanity.
“Hold. It,” he grits out.
I latch onto his mouth and grind my body against him, hoping to take my mind off him edging me like that.
I know I will come so much harder, but it takes every bit of my will and strength, leaving me nothing but a vessel ready to receive his seed, waiting to be replenished.
This man owes me, the realization making me hornier.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he says, stroking down my back as he angles my knees and slips even deeper inside of me.
The pleasure is so sudden and intense that bright spots twinkle before my eyes, creating a web of stars.
“I see freaking stars, Mika, and not for the first time. Actually, that’s inaccurate. What stars? What constellations? I witness the inception of a new universe. You just Big Banged my world.”
He chuckles. “That good, huh?”
My eyes roll back in their sockets, half from pleasure, half in a trance. “As if you don’t know. No need to stroke that already huge ego of yours.”
With his hands digging into my waist, he buries his head in my neck, sucking on my earlobe. “Yeah, no need when your pussy walls stroke me just right…”
He’s close as well, getting even bigger inside of me, the vein in his neck pulsing, threatening to burst.
“Come. Fucking now,” he grits out.
I explode, triggering his own release, both of us breathing heavily for a few moments, needing to gather ourselves. Our lovemaking is always intense, deeply passionate, and I wouldn’t want to change it.
Even at half-mast, I feel him inside of me, so when he slips out, I hiss.
He lowers his head, peppering my abused pussy with kisses. “I can’t help myself… I lose my mind once I have my hands on you,” he sounds as pained as he sounds proud.
I stroke his scalp, my fingers moving of their own accord. “I love it, Mika.”
“Of course you do. I never stood a chance.” He drops his head between my breasts. “Let’s get out before I lose my damn mind for good.”
Smiling, I am about to slip back into the pool when he slaps my ass. “Pack a bag. We’re going to Paris.”
We’re what? I turn to him, not believing that this is my life right now. Someone pinch me. Actually no.
If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.