Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
“Off,” I say. She lifts her arms. I ease the fabric up, revealing her inch by inch. The moonlight paints her skin silver, highlighting every curve. Her breasts spill free, nipples tightening in the cool air.
“ Krasivaya ,” I breathe, drinking in the sight of her.
Her hands move to cover herself, but I catch them. “No. Let me see you.” I trail my fingers down her sternum, between her breasts. Her breath grows ragged.
I take my time exploring her body, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan. When I cup her breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers, she whimpers.
“Aleksei…” Her voice breaks on my name.
“I’ve got you, zaychik .” I replace my fingers with my mouth, drawing the peak between my lips. Her back bows as she thrusts her chest forward, soft flesh filling my mouth.
My hands find her waistband, tugging at her pants. She lifts her hips and I slide the fabric down. When she’s bare beneath me, I pause to take her in.
She’s perfect — all soft curves and moonlit skin. Mine to protect. Mine to pleasure.
I trace patterns on her thigh, working my way up slowly. Her legs part for me, soft, inviting. But I keep my touch light, teasing. Building her need until she’s squirming beneath me.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire.
She doesn’t have to ask twice. My need is a live wire inside me. But I force myself to slow down, to savor.
She jerks as my fingers spread the lips of her pussy, gasping at the first brush of my thumb against her clit.
“So sensitive,” I murmur, already addicted to the little noises she makes.
Her hips buck gently, seeking more pressure.
But I keep my touch light, teasing her with tiny circles.
“Beautiful, zaychik .” My thumb presses slightly harder, and she whimpers, her walls clenching around my fingers.
“So fucking wet,” I breathe, curving my fingers to find the spot that will unravel her.
“Yes…” Her walls clench around my fingers, and her hips rock gently. “There… Oh, God, right there.”
I grin, possessiveness swelling. My tongue flicks out, tasting her neck as my fingers work her gently, expertly, building her to a peak. But I don’t take her over the edge. Not yet.
Instead, I slide my hand lower, delving into her heat. She’s slick, throbbing, her fingers tangling in the sheets. I add a second finger, testing, stretching. Her walls grip me, pulling me in.
Her breath catches. “Aleksei.” Her hips push down, silently begging for more. My cock throbs at the sound of my name on her lips. Need pulses between my legs, but I keep my focus on her. I slide a third finger inside, curling them to find that spot again.
“Is that the place, krasivaya? ”
“Yes… yes, there.” She presses down, impaling herself on my fingers. Her inner walls clench and flutter, milking my fingers as she spirals up. “Fuck… I’m close, so close. Please, Aleksei…” Her plea is a command, one I’m helpless to deny.
I drop a kiss to her throat, nipping lightly. “Come for me, zaychik . Let me feel it.”
Her fingers tighten in my hair, and her back arches. “Ahh!” Her cry is muffled against my shoulder, but her body speaks volumes. Her walls pulse around my fingers, squeezing as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her.
Her release washes over her, and my fingers slide free. I don’t wait. With one smooth movement, I roll between her thighs, nudging her legs apart with my knee. Her heat surrounds me, swallowing me in. I hiss in a breath as I thrust deep into her, my eyes squeezed shut as her body welcomes me.
God, she’s tight.
I force myself to slow down, to hold off. Her hands find my biceps, her nails digging in. A flash of uncertainty crosses her face — a moment of doubt. I almost need to reassure her — but before I can find the words, she moves beneath me. Her hips tilt, and our bodies finally align.
I’m buried inside her, surrounded by wet heat. Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels locking at the small of my back. Her breath comes in short gasps, and she meets my eyes.
For a moment, we’re just breathing. Her eyes search mine, green depths swirling with need and uncertainty and something… something more.
I start to move, slowly at first. A soft, slick slide. She bobs her hips, taking me deeper, and I groan at the sensation. Her inner walls are like soft, slick velvet, massaging me. I flex my hips, testing. Her hands clench on my shoulders, and she arches her back, pushing herself onto me.
Already, she’s close again. Her breath catches, and her eyelids flutter as she teeters on the edge. One strong thrust, right where she needs it, and she’ll shatter.
“You feel so good,” I murmur, brushing her hair back from her face.
She whimpers at the contact, her walls fluttering. “More… Please, more.”
I thumb her nipples, rolling them gently. “You’re fucking perfect, krasivaya .” I thrust harder, deeper. “Take it all.”
She keens, her inner muscles clenching around me. She’s wet silk, fire, her muscles milking me as she peaks again. The sensation is too much, and my body reacts, taking over. My hips snap forward, my own orgasm building. Already, I’m balancing on a knife-edge.
But not yet. Not before I can watch her come undone again.
I prop myself on an elbow, withdrawing slightly and angling my hips. She’s tight and slick, muscles fluttering around me as she tries to pull me back in. My thumb finds her clit, circling it gently.
“Come for me again, zaychick .”
She claws at my back as I thrust forward, seating myself. Her inner walls flutter, milking my cock as her orgasm hits. Her mouth opens on a silent cry.
I’m nearly there, the pleasure building to an explosive high. Her skin is flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. Her pussy clenches around me as she spirals down. My hips stutter, burying myself as deep as I can. A groan tears from my throat as I spill myself into her.
For a long moment, we’re fused together. I hold still, breath harsh in my lungs, my eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me.
Her arms wrap around me, pulling me close, and I’m powerless to resist. She’s soft and warm, her scent filling my lungs. I turn my face into her neck, breathing her in.
Already, my mind is whirring. I should never have come to her. Shouldn’t be here in her bed. But her lips press to my shoulder, and I can’t bring myself to break the connection. My instincts scream to stay, to claim.
“Aleksei?” Her voice is sleep-husky, uncertain.
I tense, slowly becoming aware of the position I’m in. Of what I’ve done. Of the consequences.
I roll away, sliding from her clasping pussy as I settle onto my side, pulling her against me.
Stupid fucker.
What the fuck am I doing?
“Is…? Are you…?” She’s hesitant.
“Sleep,” I tell her, holding her more firmly against me. The demons are gone now. Her nightmares eased. But the strange urge to hold her lingers.
I wait until her breath evens out and her body goes limp.
Then I carefully untangle myself from her soft, clinging limbs. I slide out of the bed, reach for my clothes.
And I leave.