Chapter 13 #2
She keeps going. Small kisses along the line of my neck, up under my jaw.
Each one feels like a question. Each one makes my blood roar louder.
When she reaches the spot right below my ear she pauses.
Lips hovering. I can feel her trembling again, but it’s different now, something hungrier.
I tilt my head, giving her more room without saying a word. That’s all the permission she needs.
Her mouth opens against my skin. A soft suck. Tiny. Barely there. But it hits me like a live wire. My grip tightens in her hair. A low sound slips out of me, half groan, half curse.
She pulls back just enough to look up at me. Eyes wide, pupils blown, cheeks flushed dark even in the dim light. Like she’s surprised herself.
I stare back, unable to look away. “You okay?” I ask. Voice wrecked.
She nods once. Slow. Then she leans in again.
This time her lips find the corner of my mouth.
Not quite a kiss. More like she’s breathing me in.
I turn my head the last inch and our mouths meet.
Soft at first. Hesitant. Her lips are cool, still tasting faintly of champagne from earlier.
I keep it gentle because she’s fragile right now and I’m not about to break whatever this is.
But then she makes this small, needy sound against me.
Fingers sliding up to fist my shirt. And gentle goes out the window.
I angle my head, deepening our kiss. My tongue brushes hers, and she opens for me instantly. She kisses me back hard, desperate, like she’s been starving for this and didn’t even know it. My hand leaves her back, slides down to grip her hip, pull her tighter against me.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she whispers. Voice cracked.
“Yeah?” I rasp. Thumb stroking her cheek. “Me too.”
She kisses me again. Slower this time. Sweeter. Like she’s memorizing it. We don’t talk anymore. Just hold each other like that, her in my lap, my arms locked around her, mouths brushing every few seconds like we can’t quite stop.
When we finally pull into the garage, she’s still on me. Breathing steadier now. Calmer.
I don’t let her go when I open the door. I shift her in my lap, slide one arm under her knees, the other around her back. She doesn't protest when I lift her. Just loops her arms around my neck again, face pressed to my shoulder like she's hiding from the world.
"Easy," I mutter against her hair. "I've got you."
I step out, kick the door shut behind us with my heel.
The driver stays put. Smart man. The private elevator's right there, doors already open, Dmitri's people cleared the path for us.
I carry her straight in. Her weight is nothing.
She's trembling again, small shivers running through her every few seconds.
When the doors slide shut with a soft ding, the world narrows to just us.
I set her down slow. Her feet touch the floor but her knees wobble.
I keep my hands on her waist, steadying her against the mirrored wall.
She looks up at me. Eyes huge. Lips parted.
Still flushed from the kisses in the car.
That's all it takes. I crash my mouth to hers.
Hard. Desperate. No buildup. Just teeth and tongue and the taste of her…
champagne, salt from earlier tears, something sweet underneath.
She gasps into it, hands flying to my face, fingers digging into my jaw like she'll hold me there forever.
I press her back against the cool metal. One hand slides up to fist her hair, tilting her head so I can go deeper. She moans low in her throat, arches into me. Legs parting instinctively so my thigh slides between them. She rocks once, grinding down on the hard line of muscle, chasing friction.
"Fuck," I growl against her lips. Break the kiss just long enough to drag my mouth down her neck. Bite the spot where her pulse hammers. She jerks, nails scraping my scalp. "Don't stop," she pants. Voice wrecked. "Please don't stop."
I don't. I kiss her again. Messier. Wetter.
Hands roaming down her sides, under the hem of her dress, gripping bare thigh.
She hooks one leg around my hip, pulling me closer.
My cock strains against my pants, pressed right against her heat through thin fabric.
She rolls her hips again, deliberate this time, whimpering when I thrust back instinctively.
The elevator hums upward. Numbers lighting up slow. Floor by floor. I don't care. I slide my hand higher, fingers brushing the edge of her lace. She's soaked already. I can feel it. She shudders when I press the heel of my palm there, rubbing slow circles over the damp fabric.
“I need you," she whispers brokenly. Mouth on my jaw, my throat, anywhere she can reach. "Right here. Right now."
I groan. Low. Rough. "Anya—"
"Please." She bites my earlobe. Hard enough to sting. "I don't want to think. Just… make it stop."
I kiss her quiet. Swallow whatever else she was going to say. My free hand hits the emergency stop button without looking. The elevator jerks, halts between floors. Red lights flashes but the alarm is silent. I quickly look around, making sure there are no cameras, and see none. Perfect.
I spin her so her back's to my chest. Hands on her hips, bending her forward just enough.
She braces on the mirrored wall, palms flat, breath fogging the glass.
I yank her dress up around her waist, shove her panties to the side and slide on finger into her dripping pussy.
She cries out, head dropping forward. "More," she demands. Voice shaking.
I add another. Pump slow at first, then faster. Curl them. She bucks back against my hand, chasing it.
I lean over her, mouth at her ear. "You want my cock instead?"
"Yes." She breathes out. "God yes."
I pull my fingers out. Undo my belt one-handed. Pants shoved down just enough so that my cock springs free, hard and leaking. I notch at her entrance, rub the head through her pussy lips once, twice. Then I thrust in deep in one brutal slide.
She screams…muffled against her own arm. Whole body locking around me. I don't give her time to adjust. I fuck her hard. Fast. Hand wrapped around her hip, the other sliding up to cover her mouth because the sounds she's making are obscene.
She pushes back to meet every thrust. Her thick ass slapping against my hips. The mirror fogs more with every breath. "Harder," she gasps when I let her mouth go. "Make it hurt."
I oblige. Grip her hair, yank her head back so she has to watch us in the reflection.
Her eyes meet mine in the glass. Wild. Desperate.
Lip caught between her teeth. I slam in deeper.
Once. Twice. She comes apart on the third…
shaking, clenching so tight I almost lose it.
Her cry echoes in the small space. I follow right after.
Bury deep, groan low against her neck as I spill inside her.
We stay like that. Panting. Sweaty. My arms locked around her waist so she doesn't collapse.
I pull out slow. Fix her dress. Tug my pants up.
Scoop her back into my arms bridal style like nothing happened.
She buries her face in my neck. Still trembling.
But calmer now. Eventually the elevator dings again…
someone must have overridden the stop. Doors slide open on our floor.
I step out into the empty hallway.
"Bedroom," she mumbles against my skin. "Now."
I don't argue.