Chapter 21 - Valery
Jaroslav turns away from me and walks toward the door. I glance over my shoulder to watch him.
It’s clear to me how hard he’s trying, but there is so much going on in my mind…the pregnancy. The things he said. The future. The past.
How do I piece it all together in such a short time? His arrival here caught me off guard, and I’m still struggling with the idea that he didn’t want to speak to me, only just finding out he was trying nonstop, and my brothers were the ones blocking him.
There is so much churning in my mind. I have to clear my thoughts before I make any big decisions that will affect the rest of my life…and my baby’s.
Our baby. He deserves to know. Guilt ripples through me, and I push it away. Tonight is charged with enough emotion as it is. I don’t need to make it more difficult. Yes, he deserves to know, and I will tell him when I’m ready.
“Jaroslav,” I call out before he leaves the room. “I’ll come with you to talk to my brothers. They’re full of shit tonight, and it might help if I’m there.”
He smiles, that beautiful smile that sets my heart on fire.
“Thank you, little raven. That means a lot to me.” His eyes are warm and alight with emotion as he watches me walk toward him.
As I pass him and slip through the doorway, he places his hand on my lower back, and that one touch is like a volcano erupting inside me.
I hold my breath and fight the surge of need that volts through me.
I’m nervous as we walk back into the dining room. The chances of my brothers agreeing to Jaroslav staying the night are zero to none.
I’m about to ask Matvei when Jaroslav gently places his hand on my waist and pauses me.
“I would like to stay the night, if that is alright with all of you. And if you have a guest room available for me,” he addresses them with confidence. A man in control. A man who knows what he wants and is clearly fighting for it.
I’m what he wants. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want me because this is a mess, and there is a lot of effort and negotiation that he has to navigate just for me.
I’m about to speak and plead his case, too, when Matvei nods. My heart stammers to a halt as I stare at him in disbelief.
“That’s fine with us. You are welcome to. Valery can show you to the guest room.” Matvei stands, pushing his hands into his pockets and smiling. “Let me know if there is anything you need,” he adds with a nod of his head toward Jaroslav.
What is going on? What does this mean? One minute, my brothers are kidnapping him, ready to tear him apart, and the next, they are acting like he’s a welcome guest.
And, apparently, he’s free to roam my brother’s home as he wishes. No locked doors. Just a comfortable guest room.
I look down to hide my smile of relief.
I didn’t want him to leave. I need to think, sure, but I also want him close.
“I’ll show you to your room,” I smile at Jaroslav, my heart swimming with warmth.
My brothers being so willing to let him stay can only mean one thing…
They believed him at dinner. Whatever he said convinced them that he’s here for good reasons. My head might be a mess, but if he convinced my brothers, he was speaking the truth. Of all the people to convince, they would be the most challenging.
Jaroslav follows behind me as I walk through the mansion to the guest room, down the hall from my room. “Here you are,” I pause outside the room, not wanting to go in because I don’t trust myself. Seeing him again has reminded me just how much he affects me.
He smiles, looking down at me, then reaches out to touch his finger beneath my chin, lifting my face toward his. “Sleep well, little raven. I will be dreaming of you.”
My heart races at his words, my lips yearn to be pressed against his.
I smile. Nod. Step away.
“Sleep well, Jaroslav.”
Turning away from him is harder than I anticipated, but I force myself to keep going, not to look back.
Behind the closed door of my bedroom, I slowly undress while the shower water heats up. All I can focus on is how close he is to me. It’s like I can feel him; I can still feel his eyes on me as though he’s watching me.
Taking my time, I shower slowly, washing, enjoying the heat of the water as it soothes me, and I try to imagine that it’s his hands on my body.
It’s a mistake to think like that, but it’s what I want. My head might be a mess of confusion, but my body is yearning. My heart is yearning.
It’s logic against emotion—the desperate need to make the right choice for my future, while my heart screams about what it wants right now.
I want him. I love him.
After the shower, I wrap a towel around my body and walk back into my room, standing next to my bed. He feels closer than ever.
He is.
I glance over my shoulder at the closed door and narrow my eyes toward it. He is very close.
In a few quick strides, I’m at the door, my fingers around the handle. My heart leaps into my throat as I pull it open, knowing, before I do, that he will be standing there.
Jaroslav has his hand raised as though he’s about to knock. He grins, cocking his head to the side, his eyes devouring me.
“Little raven…” His voice is deep, husky, purring like a wild lion as it rumbles through me.
Instead of answering him, I grab the collar of his shirt and drag him through the doorway, pushing the door closed behind us.
The moment it clicks in place, he is against me, his arms slipping around my waist as he pulls me into him. My heart is racing a million miles an hour, glittering sparks are flaring in my thoughts, heat is bolting through me as his lips crash into mine.
Everything and anything that I thought mattered suddenly disappears as I melt into him.
He moves his lips over mine as his hands grip me; the force of his touch speaks a thousand words, telling me everything he didn’t have a chance to say at dinner.
Jaroslav lifts me into his arms, my towel slipping from my body, and the heat of my skin burning beneath his touch as he carries me to the bed.
He sets me down on it, kneeling on the edge of the mattress while our kiss deepens, and my fingers pull his shirt buttons free.
I push the shirt off him, letting it fall to the floor and letting my hands run over his masculine form.
Tracing the curves of his six pack, up over his chest, and eventually wrapping around his neck.
He pushes me onto the bed, onto my back, and stares down at me with deep, dark desire as he kicks off his shoes and tugs his belt off.
His cock springs free, throbbing, a thick vein running along the shaft, pulsing and rock hard.
I bite my lower lip and spread my legs wide so that he can see me. I’m offering myself to him, giving myself to the man that I love.
He growls dangerously as he steps out of his pants and kneels on the bed, crawling toward me, pushing my legs further apart as he does so.
His hands move over my thighs, gently pulling me open, his fingers slipping between my legs and brushing softly over the honey-slick folds of my pussy.
I moan and arch toward his touch.
He kneels above me, watching me as he slips his fingers inside me.
My moans become more desperate, tainted with desire and relief, need and pleasure.
He slips his hand between my legs and cups my ass, his palm pressing into my lower back as he lifts my hips from the bed with one muscular arm.
He lowers his lips, and I gasp loudly as he wraps them around my pussy, letting his tongue dart in heated warmth over me.
My back is arched, my head hanging, and my hair spilling over the mattress as he holds me mid-air and devours my pussy, licking, sucking, my thighs wrapped around his head, and my heart racing faster than ever.
I grip the blankets, rocking against his mouth, my honey coating his lips, and a low groan of desire spilling from him and vibrating against my pussy.
“You taste like heaven, little raven.”
I gasp as he pushes his tongue inside me, moving it back and forth and fucking me with his mouth.
The pleasure is building fast, overwhelming me, but still not fulfilling the desire I have to have his massive cock inside me.
To be connected to him, our spirits intertwined.
Our bodies as one. These are emotions needs.
Overriding the physical pursuit of pleasure.
This is what separates our connection from something shallow and meaningless. Something purely physical.
And this is what makes me realize just how much I love him.
“Jaroslav…” I gasp, barely a whisper.
He pauses, cocking his head to the side.
“Please, fuck me. I need you to be inside me,” I whisper.
His eyes flare with fierceness as he lowers me to the bed, not hesitating to move his massive body over mine, pinning me beneath him.
One of his hands is pressed into the mattress next to my head, the other is on my hip.
I run my hands up his chest and around his neck.
His eyes are locked with mine as he positions himself between my legs, and slowly, intimately, he pushes his cock into my body.
Each second that passes steals more of my breath away.
His cock slides into me, pushing me open, spreading me wide, and filling me up.
And I can’t tear my eyes off him as I watch his pupils dilate and his lips part.
He groans, taking a deep breath as he buries himself inside me, all the way in, claiming me with his beautiful body.
His fingers tighten over my hip as he starts to grind against me, shooting such overwhelming ecstasy through me that I couldn’t remember my own name if you asked me.
He releases my hip from his grasp and wraps his hand around my jaw, lifting my face, my lips toward his. The kiss is the final touch, the final piece of the puzzle, and now, finally, I am fully possessed by him.
His cock moves inside me in slow, intimate, beautiful waves, and his tongue slips between my lips, and his kiss steals my heart.
I moan against his mouth, and it makes his cock throb harder, which makes me moan louder.