Chapter 21 - Daniil
Night was falling, the white swirls outside the windows getting darker.
We were lucky there was running water because there was no electricity, either because of the storm or because the rescue cabin had fallen into disuse.
The room grew dim and I had to rekindle the fire to get the barest amount of light.
Even after I relit the fire with our meager ration of logs, the wind was so strong that drafts made it past the blankets I’d stuffed against the panes.
The fire was warm in the vicinity of the stove, but the bedroom remained frosty.
The simple metal bunks were attached to the floor and looked too big to get through the doorway without completely dismantling them, so I pulled all the extra blankets and made a nest in front of the fireplace.
Paisley and I had been getting along, chatting about everything and nothing, mostly nothing.
She shied away from talking about her past as much as I did.
I could tell her stories about my youth to make her laugh but I left out a lot of details so she wouldn’t question what my family did.
I could see it pained her to talk about her parents and their betrayal after her injury, and now that I knew about the job she’d had where she’d been ruthlessly harassed by assholes I cut back on my rowdy jokes a little.
I still couldn’t help but tease her, she was just so damn pretty when she blushed. She was blushing now as I climbed into the makeshift blanket bed and gave her a long look.
She was getting antsy, ready to pick another fight at the first opportunity, absolutely warring with herself because she knew she’d let go of her inhibitions the moment she got under the blankets with me. It was not just my obsession with her making me delusional, her feelings were real.
There was no way she could sleep on the bench without rolling off it, but she tried, finally giving up with a huff and pretending she wasn’t tired even as she fought off a huge yawn.
I could understand her reticence while we were at the cabin surrounded by my family.
I admired her professionalism at the same time it irritated the hell out of me.
“Why are you holding back?” I asked, thinking of that rare, scorching passion we shared the first night we met. We could have that again, right now. “I can see it in your eyes,” I told her. “I know we’re on the same wavelength.”
She laughed bitterly, snapping, “You don’t know anything about me. But like every other man on this planet, you think you know it all.”
I was sick of the chip on her shoulder, one I had nothing to do with being there.
“I’m not, and you know it. You’re just using that to build a wall between us.
” I stood up, moving to her side and drawing her up from the bench.
“I could kiss you right now and show you I’m right,” I said.
There was a flash in her eyes, hopeful, anticipating.
She bit her lower lip and looked up at me with fire in her eyes, waiting.
“But I won’t,” I finished, turning away.
She was furious, rushing around to smack me in the chest. Yes, definitely disappointed, but I wasn’t going to play into her games that all men were assholes.
I wanted her, but only if she wanted me.
And I was right, she did. There was no mistaking the heat that radiated off her as she smacked me again, curling her fingers into my shirt and trying to shake me.
“Do it,” she said. “Do it so I can prove you wrong.”
I shook my head, outwardly as still and cold as the mountain resting under the tempest all around us. Inside I was just as wild for her, but she’d never see it again, unless—“No. It’s up to you. You’re in charge, little girl.”
Her blue eyes turned almost black as her pupils dilated in the weak firelight. Her fingernails dug into my chest as hers heaved with fury and something more. The something more won. She flung herself at me, her arms locking around my neck, her mouth slamming against mine.
All the heat we’d been storing up over the past several days ignited in mingled moans as my tongue moved past her parted lips.
She pressed herself closer, her fingers tangling in my hair.
How long had I been wanting this woman? The wait made her fever for me all the sweeter.
This wasn’t a conquest, it was the whole damn world that I was winning.
I slid my hands around her waist, running them up her smooth back and down to cup her pert little ass under the snug leggings.
Perfect. I gripped, pulling her tight against my body, my cock swelling at the feel of her rubbing against me.
I moved one hand up, eager to touch every inch of her, feeling like a man who’d just walked the Sahara and was now faced with an oasis.
I needed to submerge myself in every soft inch of her.
Wrapping my fist around a handful of her hair, I tugged her head back, breaking our kiss to slide my lips across her jaw to her earlobe. She shivered in my arms as I made my way down her throat, feeling her pulse beating frantically under my lips.
“Dan,” she said, her head thrown back as I continued my way down to the neckline of her top.
She’d been studiously avoiding saying my name and it sounded like music now, all breathy and full of longing.
My hands moved back down to glide under her shirt, pushing it up to touch all of her silky skin.
She had on a sports bra with no clasp and I growled with frustration.
She only giggled, grabbing my face to pull it back up for another searing kiss.
There were words I wanted to say, inflamed for her and wanting to express how much I needed her, now, this instant, but I only kissed her until she was panting and clinging to me.
I lifted her off her wobbly legs and she wrapped them around my waist, her heat grinding against my cock, as hard as granite.
“Dan,” she mumbled again, letting her head fall back once more.
I carried her to the pile of blankets, nestling her within them and leaning back on my knees to look down at her. Her eyes were closed, her parted lips swollen from kisses, her hair flung out all around her like a golden halo. But she was no angel, soon reaching for me, tugging my shirt up.
With a grin, I obliged her every unspoken demand and whipped the shirt off, watching as her eyes fell to my chest, moving lower to my thick bulge, desperate for her. With a devilish grin, she reached for me, pressing her palm against my throbbing cock as she moaned softly.
“Hurry,” she said.
“Like hell I will,” I told her.
Had this gorgeous woman really been a virgin on our first night together and now be so wild? I’d been thrilled and humbled then, now I was once again enthralled by her eagerness. Hurry? No. I was going to taste every inch of her luscious body.
The heat between us surpassed the fire and I tugged her shirt and that annoying sports bra off, dropping down to nuzzle her ripe tits, licking her nipples to taut peaks, then suckling each one until she gripped my hair.
Her hips rose as I made my way down her smooth stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button and making her squeal. I paused to savor the sound, breathing her in as I moved lower. She smelled like pine needles and snowy air, mingled with the wool of the rough blankets.
“You should be laid out on silk,” I told her, kissing my way to the edge of her pants.
“Next time,” she said, pushing my head further.
“I’m going to remind you that you said that,” I promised. “There will be a next time. And a time after that and a…”
I trailed off, moving the thermal fabric further down her thighs, smiling at the lacy pink panties underneath. I grinned up at her.
“And you accused me of planning this?”
“All my underwear is cute,” she said, blushing bright red. “Oh, just get them off already.”
I laughed, breathing against her through the lace, making her hips rise. “Since you have more,” I told her, ripping them from the sides and tossing the scraps aside.
She spluttered for a moment, her hands coming down on my shoulders, but her grip loosened when I plunged my mouth against her slick pussy, lapping at her juices. Her thighs came together around my shoulders, holding me in place.
“Okay, worth it,” she sighed.
“Just wait.”
“Not too long,” she pleaded.
Our eyes locked, both of us remembering that crazy night at the resort, both of us strangers but yet in perfect sync. Now she’d revealed more of herself to me and it still wasn’t enough. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I knew everything, and we could share everything.
I shook my head, plunging my tongue deep inside her tight, wet hole. Why was I thinking at all when she was wrapped around me, moaning and thrusting her hot pussy against my mouth? Things that never mattered to me before now suddenly mattered, but it wasn’t a distraction. It somehow made it better.
She was mine, and would remain mine. That was the only thing that mattered.
I circled her swollen clit, making her shake beneath me. Gripping her hips, I held on tight as she moved with me. I needed to be inside her like I needed air. Everything came down to hearing her cry out, and then beg for more. This was more than an obsession.
This was…
“Fuck, Paisley, what do you do to me?” I pushed my tongue harder, holding tight to her hips. “Come for me, little girl.”
With a tearing grasp on my hair, her legs locked around my head as I lapped at her, I made her mine with every swipe of my tongue. Her body shuddered as she let out a low moan, finally going limp and gasping as I continued my onslaught. How could I tear myself away? She was like oxygen to me.
But my cock was calling, and soon Paisley began to squirm, her soft moans turning to fresh pleas.
She wanted me, and God, how I wanted her.
Dragging myself up, I stared down at her, our eyes locking.
A slow smile curled her perfect lips as she ran her hands down my sides, pulling me closer.
With her legs clamped around my hips, I rammed deep, both of us crying out.
She was so damn tight, so hot and wet for me. Her hands ran up my arms to dig into my shoulders, her hips thrust upward as I drove harder inside her.
“Oh yes,” she sighed, pulling me even closer.
Our bodies were crushed together, her legs trapping me exactly where I wanted to be. Now she was going to get what she originally begged for. I had to hurry. My cravings for her were uncontrollable, my thrusts were hard and fast.
“Again,” I commanded her, shoving myself up to find her clit to ease my fingers over the swollen nub. “Again. Right now.”
I groaned as I felt her tighten around me, then roared when she bit my shoulder.
My wild woman, my Paisley, finally letting go as I spilled inside her until I was completely spent.
Falling onto her, I felt my heart thudding against her breasts, her own heart beating double time.
Soon her hands loosened their grip on my hair and fell around my neck.
I felt her lips nuzzle my ear, her breath still coming in harsh pants.
“That was…” I trailed off. There were no words. I could barely muster the strength to roll to the side.
A chill draft swept over our damp skin and she shivered. Dragging the blankets over us, I pulled her under my arm, wrapping the other one around her body to shield her from the cold. In those moments when we were joined, we may as well have been on Mars.
“I almost forgot we were stuck,” she said, echoing my thoughts.
“We’ll be fine,” I said, dropping a kiss on her tousled hair.
She nodded against my chest, for once not finding something to argue about. I was certain her feisty nature would return once the glow subsided, or maybe I could just keep us confined to this blanket nest until the storm cleared. I didn’t mind her shouting in this circumstance.
With a contented laugh, I drew her even closer. “Just for warmth,” I teased.
She thumped me gently. “We’ll see about that.”
I was this close to opening my mouth to say something incredibly foolish. True, but foolish. Instead, I tipped up her chin and kissed her, showing her exactly who was in charge now.