Chapter 48 – Zanae
48
ZANAE
T he jet flew high through the sky, and the panoramic view from the window was stunning.
The clouds below fascinated me, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen was seeing light coming, although it was dark in our city.
Such a magical contrast. My mind felt so much lighter here, in the sky.
“This is so pretty.”
Niko, immersed in his laptop, offered me a playful smile. “Yeah it is..”
“Are you glued to your screen Niko?” I teased.
He grinned and shook his head, “Work, Little Z, fucking work.”
“Such a workaholic.” I chuckled, turning to Elijah who joined us after ending a call.
“What are you two laughing about?” he asked.
“I was just teasing Niko about being a workaholic,” I explained.
“And I reminded her that our work pays for the luxuries we’re enjoying,” Niko added, turning to me. “Also, your man is a worse workaholic than I am.”
“Niko does have a point.”
We settled comfortably in the seats, my head was on Elijah’s chest, his hand making little circles on my shoulder while Niko was telling us stories about this last week at work.
The most horrifying one would be with no hesitation one involving him discovering a woman from the club, giving a blowjob to one of their men, handcuffed with little red fur handcuffs in the kitchen.
I could see the terror in Niko’s eyes. The exaggerated retching sounds he made also hinted that it was truly horrible.
Elijah shook his head in disapproval, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the disgust in Niko’s eyes. “I wanted to cry,” he added.
Little by little, the weight on my shoulders felt lighter, and the screams in my mind grew quieter, almost inaudible.
I’m not like this, I never was, I was not born weak. I was Zanae Dellé.
I couldn’t let them win; they weren’t stronger than me.
I had survived so much more; I couldn’t lose myself now.
Elijah shifted in his seat, glancing at me subtly. “How do you feel?”
Leaning in with a soft smile, I replied, “Good, you’re making me feel good,” and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, feeling his concern melt away.
Niko made a face of mock disgust. “Ugh, please spare me from your lovey-dovey moments,”
“You’re still here voluntarily, Niko. I could always?—”
Niko interrupted, “Okay, I get it Eli. I might fucking throw up all my dinner.”
I chuckled, and suggested to Elijah, “You could always push him out of the jet if he’s bothering you.”
Kissing me, he responded, “Tempting.”
I fell asleep in his arms, squeezing his hand so tightly during my nap. I don’t understand how he didn’t even move me away, my nails left small bruises on his skin.
I opened my eyes little by little and heard them speak in Russian again, Niko in front of me smiled when he saw that I was awake, “Wake up Little Z, we arrived.”
The jet touched down nestling in a beautiful coastal place.
We disembarked, Elijah took the bags with Niko and the first step I took outside was heavenly.
The sound of the waves and the scent of the ocean filled my heart. The view was breathtaking; it felt like the air here was more breathable than in the city.
Elijah guided us toward a sleek black SUV waiting nearby and I couldn’t stop smiling. “Where are we?” I asked.
He smirked, placed the bags inside the trunk and kissed my neck. “A little slice of heaven I own.”
“I didn’t peg you for the vacation type.”
“I’m full of surprises, Zanae.”
Niko rolled his eyes and added “More like full of paperwork.”
“Ready to take a break from your laptop, Niko?”
With a smirk, he replied, “My laptop is practically an extension of my soul, Z. So, no.”
“We’ll have to do something about that, it’s kind of sad.”
Elijah drove the SUV, his hand always searching for me in the backseat. Empty roads, surrounded by greenery, with the ocean visible as far as the eye could see. I couldn’t help but admire everything around us.
“This place is so pretty.”
“I thought you might like it,” Elijah replied, meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror.
Niko feigned nausea, and shook his head. “You two are going to give me a fucking headache with all this.”
Elijah shot him a smirk, “ Tishe Niko.”
“I can’t believe you just told me to shut up, I thought we were fucking best friends. You bastard!”
We arrived at a luxurious beachfront house, enveloped by sand. Niko took the lead, opening the door of the beautiful beach house in front of us.
“This is where we’re staying?” I asked in awe.
Elijah nodded, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
As I stepped onto the sandy ground, a gentle breeze caressed my skin.
Life , I felt life running through my veins, just like with the rain, or the sky.
Niko, playing the gracious host, gestured toward the house. “After you, Miss Dellé. Let me show you around.”
“Oh, please do, Mister Moretti,” I replied, laughing.
Elijah sighed deeply. Pretty sure he was tired of us, but he followed us inside, carrying our bags.
Large windows showing the breathtaking ocean view, invited serenity into every corner of this living room. Niko guided me through the rooms, sharing anecdotes about their history in this house.
“In this one, I had my first alcohol intoxication,” Niko said with a chuckle. “Benny cried because he was super frustrated and Elijah punched me so hard to make me sleep and stop throwing up everywhere...”
He then showed me a big balcony where we could see the vast blue water. “Here Elijah made my first tattoo, the bullet on my rib cage. I did the same on him.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at some of the stories and look back at Elijah, who shook his head every time Niko would say something about how they love each other. It was their little heaven, the Venom Reapers’ paradise on earth.
Benny came here a lot, as well, if I understood everything correctly. He was jealous that he never had the chance to take vacations with his two best friends.
After the tour, we found ourselves sitting on the terrace overlooking the view. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.
“Are you feeling good?” Eli asked gently.
“I do, it’s stunning.”
“We thought you could use a break, Little Z. A little time away from the city with your favorite boys.”
Elijah took my legs and placed them on his lap. Possessive much. “Niko sometimes I really think I’m going to drown you in this fucking water. What did I tell you about this?”
Niko looked at me and laughed, “Okay, so let me rephrase that. A little time away from the city with the man you love and your other best friend, aka me. Benny didn’t deserve to be here, right?”
“Why are you saying that?” I laughed.
“This bastard is so fucking busy, sometimes I don’t understand. He didn’t come home for our last dinner,” Niko complained.
“Yes, but he called me yesterday to talk about the TV show we’re watching together. So, I forgive him.”
Elijah tilted his head curiously, possessiveness crossing his features, “Are you two watching something without me?”
Niko burst into laughter, “Are you jealous? Wow, that’s insane. Let me just call Ben and tell him about that.”
Eli gave Niko a dark look. “Try me.”
“ Hayati , you’re the only one I watch new TV shows with,” I said, trying not to laugh, and hugged him. “You know you’re my one and only partner,” I whispered against his neck.
Eli nodded, approving, I let a little chuckle out.
Feeling overwhelmed with gratitude, I impulsively kissed Elijah’s neck, surprising even myself. “Thank you for bringing me here,” I said, my voice soft with sincerity.
Elijah looked surprised and nodded in response. “You’re welcome, Milaya .”
“This house belongs to Elijah. It’s a sort of secret he discovered a while back,” Niko explained.
My curiosity piqued, I turned to Elijah. “Is it yours, then?”
He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Bought it a few years ago.”
Niko added with a little childish smile, “At first, when we started making decent money, this place was our little getaway.”
“So, it’s yours, but you, Benny and Nikoi used to come here often?” I asked.
Elijah’s gaze met mine, and he confirmed, “Yeah. Niko and I came here when we needed a break. It became a routine for a while. Benny comes here from time to time too. But it’s not even a surprise anymore because Niko already told you about that.”
“Sorry, I just had to share the history of this house like a good guide.”
My voice betrayed my happiness, “And I’m here too, now.”
Elijah’s eyes met mine, and my reflection looked so much healthier. “You’re here too.”
I smiled at his words.
It’s like they adopted me, and I loved them for making me feel like home everywhere they go.
“Do you really have time for vacations?”
Niko let out a small laugh, “We have people there to continue making the thing work. Just like when we went to do our training in Russia.”
I looked at them one by one, “You never talk about Russia, how was it?”
Elijah’s gaze turned empty really quick, Niko’s eyes did the same, but with a soft smile playing on his lips. “Little Z, we don’t talk about it because it was fucking hard, and we came back just before the end of our second year there because we learned that you’d been kidnapped.”
Oh.
I sensed Elijah’s hand freezing on my skin, his eyes drifted toward me, like he was waiting for a reaction, he felt guilty that he didn’t protect me.
But it wasn’t his fault, he saved me.
Even then, he saved me.
I took his hand in mine and squeezed it before replying to Niko. “I’d love to go there and visit.”
“One day, Little Z.”
I sat next to Elijah, feeling the warmth of his touch on my skin. I caught him stealing glances at me, his hand moving from my back to my arm, to stop at my neck. He got up and poured us wine with a small smirk.
“To us,” Niko proposed, clinking his glass with mine.
Elijah chuckled and kissed my temple before sitting back. “You know, back in the day, I was a bit more impulsive, and Niko... well, he was still Niko.”
Niko shot Elijah a mock glare. “Impulsive is an understatement. This man nearly set the fucking kitchen on fire once. With Ben in it.”
Elijah raised an eyebrow, smiling. “I was testing the limits of culinary artistry, and Ben pissed me off.”
“Culinary artistry my ass. We almost had to call the fire brigade and spread Benny’s ashes in the ocean.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, Elijah’s hand brushed mine subtly, before taking my fingers completely in his. Then he continued, “And then there was the time we decided to try our hand at self- defense on this very beach. This cunt thought it would be a good fucking idea to teach me a lesson.”
Niko chuckled, “He had this violent aura even back then. But now,” he added, turning to me, “you’ve managed to soften him up, Zanae.”
Elijah looked back at me, “Don’t listen to him. Niko’s version of ‘softening up’ equals not killing him.”
Niko grinned, “Well, you deserved it back then. But now, it seems you’ve found your match, Elijah.”
His gaze softened as he looked at me, and he squeezed my hand. “Exactly.”
I love this man, I love them, he’s making me forget everything.
And for a moment I even forget that I’m fighting for my life.
Elijah
I settled on the sand next to Niko, our attention fixated on the silhouette of Zanae wading into the dark waters.
He glanced at me, teasing, “You’ve got your own mermaid to guard now.”
I did.
My gaze remained fixed on my favorite human. “She can take care of herself. I’m just here to make sure no fucking unwanted sharks come her way.”
“Bodyguard duty then,” he paused and continued shaking his head, “No. More like a killer duty, or animalistic even. You’re practically fucking growling every time someone looks at her.”
A smile appeared on my lips as I watched the love of my life swimming and gazing at the sky. “Be the predator, not the prey, they said.”
He let out a small chuckle before asking, “So, what did you do to Lukas that night?”
My eyes gleamed with a madness I buried deep down in me. “I cut his tongue and dick out and set him on fire, then watched him burn alive. I made sure he suffered for every fucking moment he threatened her.”
Niko, though familiar with the darker side of me, couldn’t help but jest. “You know, Caro, you’re a downright psycho. Setting people on fire? What’s next, an evil laugh?”
Niko had the habit of always letting an Italian world slip from his lips when he felt overwhelmed by something. He knew me, he knew what kind of things I did, on a daily basis. But he didn’t expect me to do this for a woman.
And she was my woman, so I would do anything for her.
My smile turned cold. “Maybe.”
A laugh escaped him, “Well, remind me not to get on your bad side Eli. I might wake up one day and find myself on freaking fire.”
I chuckled and looked back at Zanae, finding a piece of my happiness in the tranquility she was experiencing.
My love suffered so much.
“He told me about the night they took her. He fucking touched her, Niko. He deserved everything I did to him.”
Niko’s eyes became darker, “Do you think she’ll fully recover from this?”
“I’ll make sure of that.”
He looked back at me, grinning and shaking his head, “Leaving letters next to ashes and setting people on fire... You’re fucking insane, they chose the wrong woman to play with when they attacked Zanae.”
“She’s everything to me,” I admitted.
Niko simply nodded. Then, turning to me, his eyes reflecting an emotion I hadn’t seen for a long time, he said, “She’s like a sister to me. Whatever you plan, I’m in this with you. We’re going to bring them hell together.”
“I’m trying to arrange a meeting with Elias. We need information about her mother. Levi and Ben are negotiating with the Lebanese for that.”
“I’ll go back to Vesper before you two. I’ll talk to him.”
“No, Niko. I’ll do it.”
He looked back at me, and shook his head.
“Elijah, if we want to have information, we need him to stay alive. I’ll take care of that. And you take care of Zanae.”
A long sigh escaped my lips. He was right. I would kill him. “Let’s do that.”
Zanae emerged from the water, her silhouette glistening from the only light in the sky. The sea droplets adorned her skin like diamonds, and a real smile adorned her face, with sparkly eyes.
With every step, she made her way back to me. My arms open, waiting for her to settle in between them.
“Elijah, you’re getting soaked because of her hug. How romantic.”
I responded with a soft chuckle, “Even if it was blood, I wouldn’t turn down her hug.”
Niko, feigning disgust, shook his head, “You two are too much for me. Tonight, we’re going out. We’re going to drink, get wasted, and forget about everything.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We headed off, back to the house, getting ready for tonight.
The music blasted in the car while I drove to the island’s only bar. My woman sat beside me, her hair tousled by the wind, sunlight playing with her black curls. She wore that fucking beautiful summer dress that danced with the breeze, and I couldn’t help but steal glances at her, captivated by her, obsessed with her.
She caught me looking at her like a fucking meal and laughed, “Are you enjoying what you see, Volkov, or do I need to show you how to appreciate a beautiful view?”
I smirked, my fingers tracing imaginary patterns on her knee. “I know how to appreciate one, Milaya .”
I love her so deeply; I breathe love in her presence.
It’s insane how the heart can devote itself entirely to one person and find happiness in doing so. She’s all I need, all I’ve ever wanted, and all I’ll ever dream of.
Her gentle laughter enveloped the car, making me feel warm inside. She was doing so much better, learning to let go and live.
We arrived at the bar and stepped out, greeted by the sound of waves and music inside. Niko, already there, leaned against a post, and I wrapped an arm around Zanae as we entered.
Zanae
Elijah excused himself to take a call outside the bar, leaving Niko and me inside. I watched Niko’s expression subtly change as he surveyed the room, his eyes turning towards the entrance where Elijah stepped out for the call.
“Everything’s okay?”
Even with them, I couldn’t stop analyzing every little expression they had.
You can lie, but your body never lies.
And at this moment, I knew he was worried. The furrow of his brow and the tightness around his eyes made it clear. Even the way his fingers tapped restlessly on the table showed clearly his agitation.
He glanced back at me, a thoughtful look crossing his face, and with a smile he answered. “Yeah, Little Z, just business.”
I sipped my drink, watching Elijah through the glass door. His body language showed that it was a serious conversation.
Who was he talking to?
Niko’s eyes followed mine, and he let out a sigh.
“Elijah’s got a lot to do.”
I leaned closer, lowering my voice. “What’s going on?”
Niko hesitated before responding, “Just some things we need to handle. Nothing for you to worry about.”
“You know I can read you like an opened book right?” I asked, smiling playfully.
“I know you do, Princess. You’re way too smart to let us fool you. But don’t think about it. Trust us.”
I observed him closely, noticing that guardedness in his face. He wanted to appear nonchalant. But I trusted him with my life, so I just nodded.
Changing the subject, I chuckled noticing Niko’s tattoos, now visible in the shirt he wore. “Never saw them this close.”
He leaned back on his chair and smirked proudly, “Italians don’t have the same amount of love for tattoos as Russians, but what can I say, my Russian part took the lead here.”
I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Sometimes I can’t understand how you and Eli managed to form the Zennites.”
His smile softened, tinged with melancholy. “It wasn’t easy, but when you’re a good leader, your men won’t question what you do. Elijah’s reputation alone was enough to convince the Cosa Nostra that having him lead with me would be an asset.”
He gazed at his best friend outside, admiration and love filling his eyes. “He was Pakhan way before I became Don. He helped me fight with older members of my family who wanted to take the lead and helped me find the strength to face everything that comes with this title. Benny was already here too, family duties I guess. And they never left me.”
I offered him a smile, “Do you even understand how scary the two organizations alone are, but since you made this alliance it’s even better. I heard a lot of people talk about it before I even knew you. I’m proud of you, I don’t think I would ever be able to do it like you two are doing it.”
Niko squeezed my hand. “You’ll be a great leader the day you’ll take the lead for the Lebanese. And in the meantime, you’re under our protection. The Zennites aren’t only our men now, they’re yours too. You’re our family, Zanae, even if you’re not Russian or Italian, you’re our Little Z.”
Family protects family.
After that Niko went to the bathroom, threatening me to scream my lungs out if someone bothered me.
Alone on my seat, I found myself the prey of a man, who approached me with confidence.
Why are men so pushy? Can’t you go out without constantly thinking about getting laid?
God, give me strength not to kill him right here.
“Hey there, beautiful. You look like you could use some company,”
I raised an eyebrow, unamused, “I’m perfectly fine on my own, thanks.”
“Come on, don’t be shy. A pretty lady like you shouldn’t be alone. Let me buy you another drink.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his audacity. “I said I’m not fucking interested, and not fucking alone. Besides, my company is more than enough for me.”
He leaned closer. “I can keep you entertained. I’m sure your man won’t mind.”
That’s when I subtly look at the back of Elijah, still on the phone, “Trust me, he would.”
He could literally rip his heart out…
The man, however, didn’t move but smiled harder at me. “Where’s this ‘scary man’ of yours then?”
“Go elsewhere, you asshole.”
He blinked in surprise and a bit of anger, “Beautiful women like you shouldn’t curse.”
I smiled, leaning toward him, “Piss. The. Fuck. Off.”
Before he could respond, Niko smoothly inserted himself into the conversation.
“You better step out of her vision.”
The man, oblivious to the man in front of me, chuckled, “What are you going to do, tough guy?”
Niko’s response was eerily calm. “You really don’t want to speak to me like that again, or I’ll bury a bullet so deep in your stupid head that no one will recognize your dead body,” he said, a smile playing on his lips. “And don’t ever bother any girl again, or I’ll call her man. Trust me, you don’t want us on your tracks.”
“Okay man. Calm down, I’m leaving.” The man excused himself and left us alone.
“Easy Niko, Easy.” I said, laughing at how quick the man rushed outside.
“I don’t play with your security anymore, Zanae.”
I put my hand on his arm and smiled at him, “I’m okay Niko, he’s just a man in a bar, no worries.”
He squeezed my hand on his arm, “You know I love you, right? Never doubt it, I’ll always protect you.”
With a smile, I whispered a soft “thank you.”
Niko was one of the few constants in my life who always brought me happiness.
And he’ll forever be a part of my new normality.
Elijah joined our table a few minutes after that. “What did I miss?” he asked, his eyes lingering on mine.
“Nothing much,” Niko replied, his tone teasing. “Just Zanae here bringing all the attention our way.”
Elijah’s eyes darkened, “Which one is it?”
Niko turned back to the exit and tried to show him the man who tried to flirt with me, I quickly took Elijah’s hand to make him look at me, “You’re not going to kill him Elijah, calm down.”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss on my lips before caressing my cheek, “You’re right, I’m going to fucking bury him alive.”
Niko nodded, “Let’s do that, I like your idea better, Eli.”
I took their arms and linked Elijah’s one with mine and the other with Niko’s. “Oh, please. Let’s just go home and have a good time. The three of us.”
But then Elijah took Niko’s arm and threw it away from me, Niko continued his good-natured ribbing. “Elijah, you’re in for a lifetime of dealing with her and the chaos she brings.”
He smirked, “Good thing I love it.”
We went back home, popping bottles everywhere, Niko didn’t stop drinking, neither did I, but not as much as him. Even Elijah had this little tipsy look on him.
After a few more glasses, Niko succumbed to the effects of a considerable amount of alcohol and decided to call it a night. He mumbled something unintelligible. Something like, “I love you guys but I’m going to throw up. Good night!” before making his way to one of the guest rooms, leaving Elijah and me alone.
“He’s going to wake up with the mother of all hangovers,” I remarked, taking a sip of my drink.
“He deserves it.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him; Elijah embodied everything beautiful in a man. His tattoos on his olive skin, his eyes, his hair, even his stubble, felt like I was looking at a masterpiece, my masterpiece .
The alcohol had worked its magic, loosening my inhibitions and making me feel like the luckiest girl alive for having a man like Elijah… the horniest too.
“Speaking of which,” I said, leaning against Elijah, “have you ever seen Niko this drunk?”
“So many damn times,” he replied, shaking his head.
I found myself nestled in his arms, feeling the effects of the alcohol heightening my confidence. “You are a really bad influence. Getting us all drunk like this.”
He chuckled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine and heat between my legs, “Blame Niko. He’s the one who suggested the ‘let’s get wasted’ plan.”
Leaning closer, I whispered in his ear, “Maybe it’s not such a bad plan after all.”
Elijah’s gaze burned, as if he just felt the change in my mood. “You think so?”
I nodded, meeting his gaze with playful intensity. “I do. Besides, I missed you.”
His hand traced lazy circles on my back, and he pulled me even closer.
“You’re a dangerous temptation, Zanae.”
I ran a finger along his jawline, savoring the way his breath hitched.
“I miss my man, I miss your lips, your hands…” my lips brushed the shell of his ear as I whispered, “I miss the feeling of you inside me.”
His lips curved into a smirk. “That dirty mouth of yours is killing me.”
I let my hand go down on his chest, my voice even lower than before, “I just need to be reminded of who I belong to.”
He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to mine. “I don’t need to remind you that you’re mine, Zanae. You’re marked with my name, with my bites, my kisses, and my touch on every inch of your body.”
Green eyes ablaze pierced through my soul, darkened with passion and desire, full of nights spent dreaming of the feel of his lips on my skin, full of longing and promises.
A gaze aching for my touch, aching for pleasure, aching for me .
“I love when you look at me like that.”
Elijah’s hand found its way to the small of my back, his touch sending waves of fire through me. “And how do I look at you, Milaya ?”
“Like you want to devour me.”
His lips curved into a small grin. “Oh really?”
Without missing a beat, I closed the gap between us, my fingers lightly tracing the contours of his chest. “Really.”
“You’re so right,” he admitted.
I love this man.
So much.
So passionately.
So intensely. “Touch me, Elijah.”
Long fingers traced the line of my spine, delicately. “How do you want me to touch you?”
I leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Inappropriately,” I whispered against his skin.
The room seemed to hold its breath when he crashed his lips on mine, hungrily, roughly, lovingly .
It’s been such a long time since I have touched him, I didn’t feel it after the mission, I needed time, and he gave it to me without even talking to me about it.
Elijah’s kiss was needy, possessive even.
His hands, strong and reassuring, pulled me impossibly closer to him.
I missed his touch so much, I missed his skin, I missed the way he was so intense, the way he treated my body like it was some kind of religion to worship. I missed the desire, the burning feeling that he brings to me. I missed him .
Elijah lifted me up and my legs parted around his lap. We parted away to breathe again, “You belong to me Zanae, everything belongs to me.” His lips found my neck again. His mouth was warm, and his tongue sucked and tasted my skin, it felt like nirvana and freedom.
His hand grabbed my ass and pressed me harder on his erection, a moan escaped my mouth, “Feel how insane I am for you.”
Oh , I felt it. It was loud and clear.
His mouth found mine again, our kiss began deepening, his tongue danced with mine, he tasted sweet and strong, he tasted like my fucking redemption.
Without even controlling my body I began moving on him. Rubbing myself against him. Searching for more.
“I love feeling how I make you feel, Elijah.”
I was breathless from desire, I just wanted him to know how good he was to me. “I want to make you feel as good as I feel. I want to feel you , Eli.” My hand found its way on his hard-on, making his mouth part.
A sweet moan escaped those lips.
I loved seeing the effect I had on him, he was such a good man to me, I wanted him to find what I find in him every time he touches me, the euphoria, the relief .
“Tonight, I want you to make me come again. I’m yours to use, yours to bruise, yours to bend, yours to taste, anything you want,” I whispered, while using my palm to massage his erection through his shorts. .
His jaw tensed, his hand found it way under me, his warm palm began to caress my core through my panties.
It felt heavenly. “Don’t stop, Elijah.”
He smiled and tilted his head, his eyes half hooded, “Why would I stop, Milaya ? I love making my cunt throb in pleasure.”
I started stroking harder his cock, and he was doing all kinds of manly growls, breathless and so sexy. “I love the sounds you make Eli. It makes me want to take my clothes off and let you do whatever you want to me.”
His abdomen tightened, warmth emanating from his pants under my hand. He groaned softly as he released himself, that sexy sound echoing again between us.
I hadn’t even touched his skin, yet I felt powerful.
Knowing the effect I had on him was exhilarating.
His palm pressed harder against my throbbing clit, “Elijah... fuck...I missed you so much.”
His lips grazed my ear, his voice low and dangerous. “When you say those filthy words, Zanae, they sound like heaven from your lips.”
He kissed me again, his hand pressing harder against my core.
“Take my hand, Krasavitsa . Ride it, make me proud.”
I didn’t have control over anything at that moment.
It was just him and me.
“Fuck…” I moaned, each shift of my hips made his hand beneath me move faster. His other hand, strong and demanding, pressed against my ass, urging me to move, to grind against those long fingers he offered.
I begged, my eyes closing slowly, “Keep your hand right here.”
Our bodies, his filthy mouth, and his strong hand made me feel so hot. My forehead fell on his shoulder from pleasure, from the intensity of this.
“My beautiful Zanae, my woman, you’re using my hand so well,” he breathed against my neck, as he rubbed his hand faster and almost to the point of pain against my core.
Moans escaped my mouth as he whispered dirty things in my ear. “Such a strong girl,” he murmured. “That’s it, baby, ride it.”
After a few moments, I came all over his hand, still fully dressed. “ Elijah… ”
This quickie was so erotic, I was left breathless and wanting more.
I lifted my head up and met his gaze.
He was burning, all sweaty and so beautiful it made me sick looking at his eyes this long.
His thumb traced my jaw, “You’re so stunning, all flushed and freshly fucked. I want to make you come again, because you’re such a good girl for listening to me, Zanae.”
He picked me up from the sofa we were sitting on, and brought me back to our room, my legs still wrapped around his waist.
I smiled at him, “What are you going to do to me, Mister Volkov?”
His smirk said it all, “I’m a bit hungry, I want to taste you, Zanae. I want you to fucking sit on my face and let me have what I crave the most.”
My cheeks were about to explode, he had such a dirty mouth. “Right now?”
He sat down with me still on his lap. “Don’t be shy, Milaya , everything that’s yours is mine too.”
He laid on the bed and grabbed my ass before pulling me closer by my waist. I straddled him, feeling his hands firmly gripping my flesh. As he looked up at me, his eyes burned with desire.
“Now let me eat, baby. You wouldn’t refuse a meal for a starved man?”
I smiled at his words, “Of course not, I’m not a monster.”
With his hands, he lifted me closer to his face and smirked, “Perfect. Now, grab onto the headboard and try not to scream, Milaya .”
Before I could respond, I found myself completely on his face. He pushed my panties aside, and in just a matter of seconds, I felt his warm, wet mouth beneath me. His mouth sucked on my clit, and then his tongue entered me, teasing every corner of my core. His lips closed around my sensitive spot, sucking delicately at first before intensifying the pressure.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” I gasped, closing my eyes from the pleasure and lust surrounding our bodies in this room.
I wasn’t controlling anything. And I wasn’t controlling the way my body moved on his face to satisfy every little friction I felt. His tongue delved inside me fiercely. With each thrust of his tongue, waves of ecstasy coursed through my veins, heightening my sensitivity from the previous orgasm.
I couldn’t hold back. The scream of relief clawed at my throat, primal sounds escaped my lips without ever stopping. It was raw, intense, and consuming
It didn’t take me long to climax again. I was unable to stop myself from getting louder and louder until his hand came up to my mouth and covered it. My arms stretched out on the headboard, and I made the fucking mistake of letting my head drop to see what was happening below—and that’s when I lost it completely.
I felt it building, the urge to die from pleasure overwhelming me, but his hand was firm over my mouth. So desperate to contain myself, I bit down on his hand, coming on his face dramatically.
It felt like an explosion in my body, my thighs contracted while he sucked it all. I was trying to breathe normally while he lifted me to bring himself in a sitting position and I found myself on his lap again.
His mouth was leathered with what resulted from this. He looked at me proud of himself while I was literally battling to breathe again, and he just smiled, “Now come taste yourself baby, so fucking delicious.”
His lips found mine and we just kissed, it wasn’t passionate, it was soft, and sensual, it was slow and fervent. Elijah’s fingers trailed gently along my arm.
“You’re my woman.” he whispered.
“I am.” I breathed.
He kissed my neck, his voice whispering low against my skin, “My fucking property.”
“Yours.”
His gaze found mine when he lifted his head, a dark smile playing on his lips. “I love it when you talk dirty to me like this. No one fucking touches what’s mine, no fucking one, if it’s not me. Right?”
A little laugh escaped my lips, “Kiss me, you psycho.”
He leaned in, the same smile still on his lips, capturing mine in a lingering kiss.
“I’m going to kiss you all my life.”