Chapter 14
Konstantin/ Blair
Blair
Run, Blair. Run.
Temptation was too hard to resist.
If there was a moment before participating in sin that could save me, then I'd walk again right about now.
If that were true, then why was I still here?
Go, leave, and don’t look back, Blair.
Go before it’s too late.
Rationally, my mind knew what was best, but my heart, my body, only desired a taste.
A second of heavenly bliss.
A frozen eternity of pleasure.
The secret seconds stolen in the midst of the night where no one else lived.
With his long fingers entangled in my hair, gripping until my scalp burned, his darkened, molten eyes locked onto me, capturing my whole existence with one gaze, his touch so rough yet filled with yearning, one fixated by only primal desires, the realization hit me.
This wasn’t Kon. Well, part of him at least.
Escape.
My body pulled away from him, yet within his free hand he kept me in place, pinning my waist down, unable to leave this place— to leave him.
My back curved into the cold ground beneath me, the surrounding cold air burning against my skin.
The night’s shade provided little comfort to the predator’s instinct, and the open greenfield left me barely any option to run and hide.
Violent beats drummed inside my rib cage.
My throat tensed. “I—”
“Too late,” he cut me off and kissed me.
His lips molded, and he took what he sought.
What I brazenly offered. Viciously taking his fill as a heavy groan escaped his throat.
Molten magma simmered at the rim of my stomach, and rationality faded away as I drew into his touch, taste, and hypnotic appeal.
My lips took their turn, drawing into him as my tongue invaded his.
Tasting his peppermint and coffee, I held.
He was so bitter yet sweet. A conundrum.
A blurred fantasy between a cruel reality.
God, he tasted so good.
His teeth dragged on my bottom lip, nipping before he came back for more. Meshing our lips together as my trembling fingers rose and touched his face. His skin was so callous and his kisses so deviant, I never wanted to stop.
I gasped as we broke apart, catching our breaths. “Konstantin?” Our gazes bore into one another, my clothes feeling too constricting, like my heart was going to tear out from my chest.
“God, you taste how I dreamed,” he grunted, his chest heaving up and down at an erratic pace. “Like my personal heaven.”
There were no words to describe the affliction of chaos in my mind.
“You… you…”
“What, kotyonok, you want to kill me for ruining you? Oh please, I haven’t even started.”
I shook my head, my chest and thighs tight with heated delirium.
My vision hazed, and every part of me felt electric.
I might have been fucked up in the head, and if I had gone this far, then why not drown in the ravenous waters of madness?
If one man was my devastation, let it be this man.
I licked my lips, drawing a brief breath, and then smiled.
“Kiss me. Ruin me. Do it this once, or you’ll never be able to again. ”
“Leaving you untouched, without having tasted you, was never an option.” His fingers trailed down my cheek and his thumb over my lips. “I would have you one way or another.”
Maniacal joy overtakes me as I laugh.
Our two souls circled each other, seeking what seemed forever to entwine our two hells.
I never was really the type for a quiet and practical life.
Ever since I was young, in the restlessness of my teens, I’d look for something to fix the craze.
Leading to reckless acts of stupidity, heartbreaks, and tears— and every time, I’d run away, run so I wouldn’t feel the pain.
Run so I could get out of my head for a while and try to start anew, but it didn’t last for long.
In every city, I’d fuck up and leave to go crashing into the next.
Always having my mistakes catch up to me.
I guessed I was condemned to this vicious cycle where my only saving grace was to fail, so why not go out with a bang?
My mind was split. I knew the risks and was willing to pay the consequences. But this time, I didn’t want it to be a mistake. I wanted him to be the one thing I didn’t fuck up. I wanted it to be right. I wanted this— whatever it was— to last.
The back of my eyes began to burn as sentimentality wrapped its cord around my heart.
God, I hope I don’t regret this.
“You can deny me. You can hate me, but can you deny what you feel? What your body wants. What you secretly crave? Tell me, Blair, what is your darkest secret? Your forbidden fantasy? The thing you want to be undone for?” Grave deep gravel radiates in his voice as he darts his tongue out and slips it up from my nape to the curve of my neck.
“You, I crave you.”
He rubbed his palm up and down against my cheek.
“God. Kotyonok, you’re all I’ve ever wanted, and now, I’ll make sure no one else will have you.
” he said as if he was engraving my fate.
His hand slipped from my locks and waist as he arrived at the V-neckline.
“The things I want to do to you. Where do I start?”
He tilted his head methodically, the ideas spiraling like rising flames in his eyes.
“Start…” My lips neared his, teasing a taste. “When you catch me.” I used all my force to push him off me and got to my feet and started running.
Playing with his need for me.
Toying with his tormented fetish for me.
If he wanted me, then he had to show me.
I dashed down the hill, feeling his imposing presence lurking not too far as he regained his composure and began to chase me.
Konstantin
Blair, Blair, Blair.
Her name played in my head like a heavenly symphony.
I clicked my tongue methodically, watching as she fell into the trap I laid for her. It was brave how hard she fought, yet it was only a matter of time.
And here she was, on a silver platter, laid out like a feast to be devoured. With one look, I was overtaken. With one word, I was enchanted, and with one taste, I was forever ruined. Just with the look on her face, it took me to heaven and back.
A chuckle slipped past my lips, memorized by the events, and now that I had a taste, I needed more.
Regaining my balance, I pushed my back off the ground; the grass provided a soft landing as I swiftly got on my feet and sprinted after her.
The fibers of my muscle erupted with deathly desire.
Attentively looking at her flee, her small back faced me, her brunette locks flowing in the wind gracefully, her curves shifted with careless seduction, while the small glances she threw over her shoulder fed my delusions.
The world froze for a millisecond as everything disappeared, and the only thing that mattered was this moment.
Fuck.
Everything pressed “play” when she descended down the hill, getting further and further away.
But I wouldn’t allow it; the curve down the hill didn’t slow or stop me from reaching what I most desired— her.
Gaining the lost distance, she was so close until Blair ran into the chapel.
I followed right behind her, stopping as she was nowhere in sight.
The church was enveloped in darkness; whatever was visible was because of the light of dusk, making it appear ashen gray as the air was damp and cold.
The eminent large columns of pillars were connected with stone-painted arcs.
I cautiously took a few steps as the noise echoed against the walls.
Suddenly, a shadowy figure moved out of the periphery of my eye.
I froze.
My chest pumped with the oxygen it was deprived of as my gaze meticulously glazed over the empty rows and the abandoned altar that only carried a large human-sized St. Andrew’s cross.
One small, enticing giggle came from the right side of the church.
My head snapped in that direction, predatory, slow, and patient as I waited for my little prey to reveal herself.
My lips twitched in twisted satisfaction. She thought that by delaying the inevitable, she could escape, but it was too late. I’d never let her leave me again. Not in this world or the next.
“Kotyonok,” I dragged out every syllable. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
Bleak moments of silence passed as she answered mischievously, “Never. If you want me, then try and get me.”
“There’s nowhere left to run.”
“We’ll see about that.” Sensing the smile in her voice, I knew she was in as deep as I was.
My skin crawled with excitement as my heart beat in my ears, waiting for her to appear as I walked slowly towards the altar.
And just in the nick of time, when she turned behind a pillar at the far end, her long locks exposed her location.
Fucking up as her gaze caught mine, she tried to escape, but with my speed and stamina, I leaped to her; my arms caught her and dragged her body to mine.
Her ass against my hard fucking cock as she squirmed, trying to run away.
“You can never escape me now,” I drawled, my tongue slipping over the edge of my teeth as I nibbled and pulled on the skin of her ear.
She shivered with a moan.
Whether to worship or degrade her, I debated, but still I would kneel at her feet.
“Who said I wanted to escape? I have you where I want you,” she panted, slowly shifting around in my arms as her breasts pushed against my chest, raising and falling with each breath we shared.
Her words make me go weak for her.
“God, Blair, you are my greatest sin and holiest virtue.” A groan of pleasure flees my lips.
“Good.” She gave me a foxy smile; her voice coaxed with desire. “Then give me your worst.” She rose to the tips of her feet, circling her arms around my neck, her lips on my neck as she began sucking and leaving her mark on me.
Fuck, this girl made me want to lose my mind, and I wanted to take everything she gave me.