Chapter 20 #2
When I was standing in front of Vinski, Alexei was all I could think of, the weight of his body on mine, the feel of him inside of me, and now, I need to confirm to myself that his desire is just as real as his anger.
That there is a part of him that I can still stir to life, even when he is clearly furious at me.
He hitches me off the ground and plants me down on to the counter, and I snake my arms around him as he pulls me to the edge, taking my legs and wrapping them around his waist almost insistently.
His teeth sink into my bottom lip, rough and commanding, reminding me, without a shadow of a doubt, who is the one calling the shots here.
When he touches me like that, all the internal battles just seem to vanish, at least as long as it takes for me to reach my orgasm.
All that I’ve tried to deny for so long has been reborn inside of me as this delicious taboo, turning the helplessness I once felt into something I crave with more intensity than anything else in my life.
“Fuck,” he grunts against my lips. “That bastard, if he had laid a hand on you...” He runs his palm across my thigh, pushing up the dress I changed into after my shower.
“He didn’t,” I whisper back, catching his face in my hands. “And even if he had, it wouldn’t have mattered...”
“Why not?” he demands, grinning, though he clearly already knows the answer. The fury he felt before seems to have faded, replace by something else, something that both of us long to sink in to.
“Because... because...”
“You belong to me.”
He finishes it up for me, already sensing where I’m taking the next part of the sentence. And, as he kisses he again, he makes no effort to wait for an answer, clearly enjoying the way that I sink in to him when he speaks to me like that.
Fuck, it’s impossible to deny it, just how badly I want him, even at a time like this. Even when we clash, the sparks that fly are just as passionate as they have ever been, and I can do nothing but give in to the way it feels to let him have me.
He pulls off my panties in a single motion, dropping them to the floor before us.
I know it is risky to do it somewhere like this, where anyone could walk in and catch us, but I get the feeling that this is about more than just his lust for me.
This is about claiming me, proving to himself that he still has me, even after Vinski tried to take me right out from under him.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth again as he reaches down to take his cock into his hand, and I wrap my arms around him, breathing in his aftershave.
It’s hard to believe that I’m really back here, with him, after what happened.
I can’t get enough of him. It reminds me that I’m here, that I’m alive, that I’m safe.
Even if I’m with the very man who caused me to be kidnapped in the first place.
He guides himself towards me, and for the first time, he doesn’t tell me to ask for what I want. He already knows, and I’m beyond the point of no return. The two of us might clash, but when we come together like this, none of that matters.
No, the only thing I give a damn about is feeling him inside of me, every inch of him, in any way that he is willing to give it to me.
Mercifully, he does not make me wait, as he moves himself against me, pressing his length against my slit for a moment before he thrusts all the way inside.
I grab for him, clinging on for dear life as I press my face into his shoulder to keep from making too much noise.
Fuck, the way he fits into me, it’s like we were made for each other, like we were built to come together like this.
My ankles hook around his back without a second thought, demanding as much of him as he will give me, and he does not hold back as he begins to drive himself deeper and deeper inside of me.
I can feel the tension in his body, his hands grasping for me as though he is making certain that I’m really here.
He slides his mouth along my neck, his lips finding my ear, and bites down hard, enough to draw a cry from between my lips.
It’s like he is making sure I know every inch of me belongs to him, as though I could have thought for a second that anything else was true.
He tips me back on the counter slightly, so that he can look me in the eyes as he fills me over and over again with his length.
His eyes are dark and wanting, jaw tight, hands grasping for my ass and my thighs.
I almost want to ask him to go harder, to leave bruises on me, to show me exactly how much he wants me, but I don’t have time to say so much as a word before he kisses me once more, bringing me flush to his body and pushing down into me so that he can grind against my clit with every thrust.
I can feel the orgasm starting to brew inside of me, the pleasure coming together to take shape in a way that I’ve been craving for longer than I would care to admit.
All the stress and fear and tension falls away as he fills me, as my body opens to receive everything that he wants to give me.
He presses his forehead to mine and breathes in the scent of me hungrily, like he cannot think of anything he wants more than to get lost to the way that I make him feel.
I slip my hands into his hair, holding him in place so I can watch him, the expression on his face as he fucks me tells me that he is just as close as I’m right now.
And it’s that knowledge that pushes me over the edge and into my own release. I’ve never had a man so obsessed with me in my life, so hungry for me in the way that Alexei seems to be.
Everything else falls away for me when we are together, the weight of it lifting from my shoulders, and it’s hard to imagine that it ever could have mattered at all. My hips lift, pushing back into him, body craving him deeper and deeper and harder and harder until...
My body gives in, clenching around him in a helpless release that makes my head spin and my nerve-endings burst into fiery pleasure. I press my head into his shoulder to contain the noise, but it takes everything in me not to cry out anyway.
But he can feel it, feel me, feel how much I want this and how much I need him, and that’s all that matters. My pussy pulsates around him, tugging on his length as he holds himself there inside of me, letting me massage him over the edge with the remnants of my own pleasure.
And it only takes a few more moments before he comes too, the warmth of him inside of me enough to announce his pleasure.
He grunts, stirring his hips against mine a few times, and the motion draws out a few last flashes of my orgasm, heart fluttering as my eyes droop and my body slackens against his.
He lets himself rest there within me for a few moments, neither of us wanting for this moment to be over yet. But then, slowly, he draws himself back from me, and I let out a small whimper at the feeling of emptiness within me.
“Come on,” he tells me gruffly, as he tucks my dress under my hips, grabbing my panties and stuffing them into his pocket. “You need to rest.”
I think of protesting, but when he lifts me into his arms, I know there’s nothing I can do to resist him. He is right, after all; every inch of my aching body is crying out for sleep. And, with the guards on the door, with Vinski dead, with the children taken care of, I know that I can.
I rest my head against his shoulder as he carries me through to the bedroom, the pleasure softening into something more intimate, more tender. And, as I slip my arms around his shoulders, I swear to myself that I’ll not let my concerns about control and protection go unnoticed.
But, for now, all I want to do is sink myself into his arms and the promise of his protection a little while longer.