Chapter 9 #3
When the orgasm hits, it’s blinding. I cling to him, feeding him my screams as my entire body tenses. I kiss him harder, instinct taking over as my body demands more. I want him in me. I want him spreading me wide. I want the pain and the pleasure. I want it all.
“Please, Valeri,” I beg, even as the orgasm slowly fades away, leaving me feeling completely relaxed and drunk on ecstasy. “I need you inside me.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, positioning the head of his cock against my soaked slit. “I love you.” It’s a whisper against my lips right before he slowly starts to slide into me.
“I love you too,” I pant as he presses in and I feel something inside me break. The sharp prick of pain has me clutching at him even tighter, digging my nails into his back as every part of me tenses up.
“Easy, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “Just breathe.”
I focus on his voice and take in a deep breath, willing my body to relax.
“That’s my good girl. Your tight virgin pussy is spreading so good for me.
” He slides in a little bit more, pulling another gasp from me.
The pain is intense, but underneath it, I get a taste of the pleasure.
It’s just out of reach, but I know that soon it’s going to flip, and the pain will be the lesser of the two.
“God you feel so fucking good,” he groans, giving me another inch. Bracing himself on his forearms, he runs a finger along my cheek and looks at me with so much love in his green eyes that it makes the pain seem like a distant memory. Nothing can touch me when he looks at me like that.
He keeps his eyes on mine as he slowly slides in the rest of the way until he’s fully inside me and we’re locked together in a way that I hadn’t thought possible. It hurts, but it also feels so fucking good. His thumb brushes aside a tear that’s slipped out.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Never better.”
He smiles and moves his hips just enough to give me a taste of what’s to come. My eyes widen at the different sensations running through me. Keeping himself still, he leans closer and gives my bottom lip a soft suck.
“This is your home now, Evie. I’m your home.” The heat of his breath runs over my wet lips, sending a shiver down my spine. He licks and nips at my skin while I run my fingers along his muscled back, memorizing every perfect inch of him. “Say it, sweetheart,” he whispers against my lips.
“You’re my home,” I say, meaning every word of it.
“I’m never watching you walk away again. I’m never going to worry about you being hurt again. You’re mine, lapochka. You have been since the first second I saw you.”
I nod my head and bring my hands to his face, pulling him closer for a kiss.
He gives me what I want, claiming my mouth just as thoroughly as he’s claimed my pussy.
When he starts to slowly fuck me, I moan and cling to him even tighter.
The pain is intense, but so is the ripple of pure ecstasy that washes through me.
He groans and kisses me harder, sliding his fingers down my cheek and jaw until he’s wrapping them around my neck, squeezing me hard enough to feel the pressure, but not so hard that I can’t breathe.
My pulse races against his thumb as he thrusts into me even harder.
“I want to possess every goddamn inch of you,” he growls against my lips.
“I want your body, your mind, your soul, your every fucking breath,” he says, tightening his grip and cutting off my air, leaving me completely at his mercy as he pounds into me in a hard, unforgiving rhythm that’s lighting my whole body on fire.
“And I want your pleasure. Now be a good girl and come all over my cock. Let me feel it, sweetheart.”
My lungs burn, but he doesn’t let up. My nipples slide along his chest with each hard thrust, and when my body starts to tense, he loosens his fingers so I can suck in a deep breath as I come so hard I see stars.
He groans something in Russian when my pussy clenches even tighter around him.
My fingers run over him, feeling the taut muscles, knowing he’s dying to let go but refusing to give in to his own release.
His hand leaves my neck to cup one of my breasts, giving my nipple a hard enough pinch to make me moan and arch my back up to him. Sitting up, he grabs onto my hips, holding me in place. His eyes run over me before settling between my legs. He watches as he slowly slides out of me.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he groans. “You look so goddamn good clenched around my dick. Watch me fuck you, sweetheart.”
I lift up on my elbows, my breath hitching when I look down and watch him slowly slide back into me, spreading me in a way that I would’ve said was impossible an hour ago. He’s soaked in my juices and even in the moonlight, I can see the bloody streaks that paint his thick cock.
“You see the blood, baby?” His accent is thick and his voice low.
“That means you’re mine. I’m the first man to fuck your sweet pussy, and I better damn well be the last. No one else will ever know what you feel like, what you taste like, or how fucking sexy you look when you come.
This is only for me. You’re only for me. ”
“Yes,” I moan, nodding my head and rocking my hips when he brings his fingers to my clit, rubbing my slippery bundle of nerves while he thrusts into me in a steady rhythm that has me clutching the bedding and whimpering his name.
When I start to come again, he groans, watching me as my body writhes and my pussy tightens around him.
He doesn’t let up, fucking me through it while working me with his fingers until I’m whimpering and reaching my hand down to move his.
“Oh, I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he murmurs, easily brushing my hand aside before pinching my clit and giving it a soft squeeze. “This is mine, and I can do whatever the hell I want with it.”
To prove it, he rolls my overly sensitive clit between his fingers, making me buck up from the mattress as my body instinctively tries to curl in on itself.
He gives a soft laugh and gentles his movements, lightly pressing his thumb against my bundle of nerves and very slowly working me in circles until I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to.
If I could form words, I’m not sure if I’d beg him to stop or to never stop.
He knows what I want, what I need, because my body speaks to him in a way that words will always fall short.
He reads me so easily, and when he leans his body over mine, covering me and surrounding me with his heat and scent, it’s the exact thing I need.
Releasing my clit, he slides his hands under me, wrapping an arm around my back as the other slips down to cup my ass.
Holding me tightly, he fucks me hard and kisses me with a hunger that takes my breath away.
This time when the climax hits me, he lets go too.
My arms and legs tighten around him as I swallow his grunts and growls while my pussy grips his pulsing cock, my body begging him for everything he has.
The kiss turns slow but no less hungry. His tongue runs over mine before he gives me a long, slow suck.
My body shakes with the aftershocks, and feeling it makes him hold me tighter.
Even after he’s empty and growing soft inside me, he keeps kissing me like he never wants to let me go.
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips.
“I love you too.” I run my fingers over his beautiful face and brush aside a strand of sweaty hair. “Best birthday ever,” I whisper, making him smile.
“It’s not over yet.” He gives me a wink and slowly slides out of me, cupping my face when he sees me wince. “Time for a nice long soak, baby.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine.”
“Evie, don’t deny me the pleasure of taking care of you, not when I enjoy it so damn much.”
“Okay,” I whisper, trying to get used to being cared for and loved.
“Good girl,” he says, grinning down at me before sitting back. His hands run over me before he gently parts my thighs. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
I let out a surprised gasp when he lowers his head and runs his tongue up my sore slit.
Keeping his mouth close, he says, “You think I wouldn’t want to taste you because you’re filled with my cum?
” He gives a deep groan. “I love that you taste like me. I love that it’s mixed with the coppery taste of your first time.
Fucking hell, sweetheart, I could eat nothing but you for the rest of my life and die a very happy man. ”
He slides one finger into me while kissing along my pussy lips. Keeping his head buried between my legs, he brings his wet finger to my mouth.
“See how good we taste, baby.”
I part my lips so he can slide his finger in, sucking him clean as he licks and kisses my sore pussy.
He groans when I suck his finger harder, swallowing our combined release, and when he lifts his head, I sit up and pull him to me, kissing him and filling my mouth even more until I’m surrounded in us.
Wrapping his arms around me, he picks me up and carries me to the bathroom without breaking our kiss.
When he turns the light on, I pull back so I can see him.
I find it hard to believe that I just had sex with this man.
It seems too good to be true. Refusing to let me go, he walks to his enormous tub and starts the water.
I rest my head against his shoulder, breathing in his scent and tracing my finger along the skull tattoo on his neck, which seems so out of place with how sweet he is. When the bath has enough water in it, he very carefully puts me in it and kisses my head.
“I’ll be right back, baby.”
He turns and walks away, not even remotely self-conscious about showing me his ass.
Although, he has no reason to be. It’s a damn fine ass.
I wonder what it’s like to be so confident and at ease in your own skin.
I’m already sinking down under the water so maybe he won’t notice how small my boobs are when he comes back in.
It’s stupid, he’s already seen them and felt them, but still.
Old habits die hard. I’m so used to hiding, and it’s hard to stop and let myself be seen.
When he walks in naked, singing Happy Birthday while carrying a tray with a cake that’s lit up with twenty-one candles, I laugh and pull my knees up, wrapping my arms around them. The tray fits across the length of the tub, so he sets it down when he’s finished singing and raises a brow at me.
“Make a wish, Evie.”
For the first time in my life I don’t wish for anything.
I just wish for it to stay the same because in this moment, I have everything I need.
It’s perfect, and I never want it to change.
After I blow out the candles, he laughs and kisses me before getting in behind me.
He wraps his arms around me and hands me a fork.
I get a forkful of the chocolate cake and take a big bite.
“Damn,” I mumble around the mouthful as I fill the fork again and feed him a bite.
He closes his eyes and lets out a soft laugh. “That’s damn good.” When he opens his eyes, he gives me a wink. “It doesn’t taste near as good as you though.”
I smile and take another bite. We eat as much as we can while I relax against him and soak in the hot water. His hands run over me, caressing my wet body, unable to keep still.
“I want to know everything about you,” I tell him.
I expect him to laugh or make a joke, but the look he gives me is so sad that it has me cupping his face and kissing his tense jaw.
“What if everything you find isn’t good?”
“I already know about the past women,” I say, trying to make a joke of it. “Well, I know of two, but I’m guessing there are lots, lots more, and I’d really rather not know the whole truth of it, Valeri. I already feel like you’re way too good for me.”
He puts his hand on top of mine and kisses my inner wrist. “Don’t ever think that.
You’re the one who’s way too good for me.
I can’t take away my past, but I can promise you that no other woman will ever have me, not my heart, not my thoughts, and not my cock.
You own everything, baby. Every single part of me is yours and will be until the day I die. ”
“The first time I saw you, I thought you were so intimidating. You got out of your car, and I about had a heart attack. Those dark glasses and your suit, god,” I say with a laugh, “I was so embarrassed. I never would’ve guessed that we’d end up right here, and that you’d be so damn sweet.”
“When I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful.”
I snort out a laugh and try to turn away. He cups my face, holding me in place, and kisses my inner wrist again.
“I did. I thought you were gorgeous, and I thought that you were hiding yourself away, and I was curious about you and wanted to know more. I could also tell something was wrong, and I didn’t want you to leave.
After you drove off, I kept thinking about you, kept wanting to text you and talk to you.
I couldn’t get you out of my head, and I didn’t want to. ”
I scoot the tray down and turn so I can straddle him.
He sighs and wraps his arms around me, pulling me even tighter against him.
I trace a line along his jaw and say, “I love you, Valeri Medvedev, and I don’t care about your past or whatever bad you think you’ve done.
Nothing will ever change how I feel about you. ”
Leaning closer, he presses his lips against my chest and murmurs, “I hope that’s true, lapochka,” before running his tongue over my skin. “Because I can’t ever let you go.”
I want to ask him about his scars and about his past, but I don’t want to ruin this moment with questions that he may not want to answer right now.
Instead, I run my hands through his hair, sliding my pussy along his cock when I feel him start to harden beneath me.
“You won’t ever have to let me go,” I tell him, knowing that none of the answers he could give will make me change how I feel about him. “I’m not going anywhere.”
When his lips find mine, I open for him, giving him my body again, giving him everything, until I’m left shaking with barely enough strength to keep my eyes open.
The last thing I remember is the covers being pulled over me and his strong arms pulling me in closer as he wraps his body around mine.
For the first time in my life I fall asleep feeling completely safe and loved.