Chapter 14 #2
My hand ran down the spine of her back, then the dip of her hips and the roundness of her ass. The wave of her hair. The soft vanilla sugar-scented skin. The feeling of her soft lips as they lingered on my neck. Right here. Right now. I couldn’t imagine it with anyone else.
Everything about this girl was perfect.
“What am I going to do with you?” The question roamed my mind endlessly since the beginning as my gaze rose up to the Christ on the Cross. Thanking him for this. For her. For us.
“Anything. Everything.”
“Fuck.” My eyes trailed down, smirking as I asked. “How about the St. Andrew Cross?”
She broke away, her eyes round with worry. “No, we can’t,” she said like we were going to get caught.
“Why not? No one is here.”
“Because… because… it’s sacred, and that’s going too far.”
“Oh, sweetheart, we’re beyond that. Look around, look at us.” I tipped her chin. “We’re far beyond that.”
Underneath the moonlight, the pink blush on her cheek became impossible to ignore. “I’ve never done anything like … that.”
“I haven’t either. It’ll be our first together.”
She smiled hesitantly, as it didn’t reach her eyes.
“You’re scared?”
“No, it’s not like that, it’s just it’s been a while and…” Her eyes were cast down, avoiding casting any emotion as her hands fell down my biceps to my forearms, feeling a small tremble pass through her hands.
“Did someone touch you without permission?” I constrained the violence in my words.
“It was only once and briefly but I…” Her voice broke, growing uncomfortable with the topic.
Vexation flamed rose in my body, wanting to murder the bastard that did this to her, but my anger would not help her now. Only listening and being here for her. I went on, cupping her face; she looked down at the floor. “You don’t need to explain. If you don’t want to continue —”
“I want to!” She snapped her gaze up, ardently waiting.
Nothing made me happier than to hear that, but if she wasn’t ready, I wouldn’t force it. I wouldn’t insist on something that could only hurt her, and that I would never do. I would never forgive myself if I did such a thing. Her needs came before mine. Always.
“Are you sure? There are other ways to be intimate… Although admittedly I haven’t practiced them often, I can try—”
Her fingers touched my mouth, pausing my speech, and just like that, this woman had commanded me.
Blair’s hazel eyes softened like liquid honey. Her voice was like a fucking addiction. “If there’s one thing I want tonight, it’s to be all yours.”
My chest rose with her very acknowledgement.
Bringing her hand to my lips, I kissed it.
Then I kissed her wrist, then the curve of her arm, and the tip of her shoulder, rising to the collarbone, kissing all of her skin, not missing an inch. Pressing my whole soul into each one, hoping she could feel it.
“You are my holy occasion. You are my religion. Nothing is so worthy of having my praise and worship.”
My lips rasped against her.
Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, a moan airing out from her lips. “That’s blasphemy.”
“Are you going to deny me salvation?” My lips parted, curling on one side.
Her breath fanned against my lips, hazel eyes all hazed, and body languid. “You think I can save you?”
“If you can’t, I don’t know who can.”
She flashed a smile, her skin hot, nearly burning with blush as she pulled me into a kiss. Her lips were seeking and clinging to mine. Desperately. Forsakenly. Madly. The curve of her mouth brought me in as I swept my tongue, tasting her as she fought back. Dominance seeking its war.
Yet to be truthful, she was the victor because she had won my heart and soul with one look.
I scoured her lips until my teeth bit and nipped at her bottom one, subjugating some control, some sanity that barely clung to me.
Roaming my hands down her ass and picking her up as I walked her back and sat her down on the marble altar.
The abrupt shift made her break away, gazing at me with matched fascination.
I breathed in, taking in her surreal essence and delicate vanilla sugar scent, which created a cloud, and everything felt dreamy. Just being around her took me to another dimension where she came to the epicenter and nothing else mattered.
People thought she was powerless against me, but the reality was against her I was the helpless one.
“Take off your shirt. I want to touch you,” she ordered with defiant sass, leaning her back on her palms as she waited.
“Take it off yourself.”
She challenged me with her glare, biting her bottom lip, but I wasn’t giving in.
“Fine, you zanuda.”
I pressed my thumb against her chin. “Say it again.”
“Zanuda.”
And if there was ever a doubt in the world, I’d surely keep her now.
Nudging her chin once more, I smirked. “Good kotyonok.”
She winked and then raked her nails down the center of my shirt as she landed on the hem of the shirt and lifted it up.
The cool air met my stomach, then shoulders, as she took all of me in.
Her eyes googled me as she raised her hands, fingers inspecting and outlining the curve of the tattoos and scars.
“You’re —”
“Beautiful.” I brought my hand to her neck, roaming my calloused fingers over her soft skin and visible collarbones, allowing myself to memorize her petite, voluminous body.
She was so different compared to myself.
A rarity, and I loved her touch against mine.
My exploration continued downward to the mount of her breasts as her nipples poked against her thin white lacy shirt. Begging to be touched and played with.
Naturally, giving into my most natural instinct, I rubbed her nipples between my fingers afterwards.
“Kon,” she moaned like a helpless prey.
Uncontrollable desire awoke within the restless chambers of my head as a predator smile settled on my mouth. “There you go, kotyonok, scream for me.” I rasped against her and latched my hands onto the neckline of her shirt and ripped it down the middle. Exposing her bare pink round firm breasts.
The sight of them made my throat go dry as I discarded her shirt to the side and lowered my mouth onto them. Swirling my tongue all over the nipple before sucking like she was my elixir of life— the essence I needed to breathe.
“Ah, yes!” She arched her back, pouring more of her tits into me.
A deep growl reverberated in the back of my throat, feeling satisfaction that she was losing herself in pleasure, forgetting about the pain.
I switched to her other breast that I was fondling and alternated my movements. My teeth grazed along her breast, biting down ever so gently before replacing it with a kiss. Sucking on them like a sweet fruit.
She shivered, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
While my mouth played with her nipples, my hand trailed lower, skimming the soft curve of her stomach and trailing around the button of her jeans.
“Let’s take this off.” Gently, I remove her shoes and then jeans, taking in the sworn beauty of the curves of her body, one small detail catching my eye. My fingers trailed over her hip, in red ink, a small quote, Inis vitae sed non amoris.
A tattoo? Not so virtuous, are we?
“The end of life but not of love,” she explained.
I tilted my head, curious. “Does this mean you will love me beyond death?”
“Maybe.”
“Ah, you little vixen.” My lips seized hers, capturing her promise for eternity. Her fingers threaded in my hair, pulling me closer until we were one flesh.
Meanwhile, I slipped my hand in between her bikini. My fingers dipped into her sweet warm cunt, running them back and forth against her slit, dragging her moistness along. She was already wet, and we had barely begun.
But I needed to make sure to prepare her for my cock.
Or else I would break her, and I didn’t want that. Not yet.
She needed to enjoy every single moment just like I did. It wasn’t a want; it was a need. I needed her to come before I did. Every time.
I started to rub her clit in slow, steady circles as she spread her legs wider. Satisfaction fed my ego as I gently pushed one of my fingers inside of her, feeling her tense around me. She wasn’t used to the sensation, not yet at least, but she would learn to love it.
Pumping another finger inside her slowly, building her tolerance as I began to move. Curling upwards while I drew in and out of her pussy. She squirmed as she grounded her hips.
My fingers weren’t enough. I needed to taste her.
My lips parted from her breasts as I lowered my head in between her thighs, noticing the dampness coaxing her panties and her arousal scent. There was nothing more attractive than when she was ready for me.
Not yet.
With one finger I hooked her bikini and pulled it to the side, exposing her sensitive, flushed pink pussy, glistening with her wetness.
The sight of her made my dick swell and made my instincts go into overdrive like a madman. Saliva collected on the tip of my tongue as I spit on her cunt, then dove my tongue into her.
Blair’s fair skin became feverish and red as she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
“Had no plans to,” I said between licks, speeding up my pace and swirling my tongue around her folds, flickering around the center, and feasting on her cunt.
Her eyes rolled back with thrill as she moved her hands to play with her breasts.
Squeezing and teasing them as I did before.
Using my free hand, I cupped one of them, lapping my fingers over hers and grasping her nipple.
“Fuck, baby. I need you, Kon. I need you inside me— fuck me.”
God, there was nothing I wanted more.
Removing my tongue and fingers, a protesting moan escaped her as I picked her up. Her legs wrapped her waist while I carried her over to the cross, getting her in position.
“Trust me?”
She smirked back like the fiend she was. “Always.”