22. Ruslan
22
RUSLAN
She weighs nothing in my arms. The soft curves of her body fit against mine like she was made for me and only me.
"I can walk, you know," she murmurs against my throat, nipping lightly with every step I take on the staircase.
"I'm aware, zarechka ," I reply. "But if I let you walk, then I'd miss out on you doing this to me."
Aurora smiles and responds by pressing one kiss after another to my neck.
When we reach our bedroom, I nudge the door open with my foot and carry her to our bed, laying her down with all the care she deserves.
The dim light of the bedroom casts a golden glow across her naked body, still coated with my cum.
Now that she's laid before me, I can finally take in the subtle changes that early pregnancy has brought her. Her breasts are fuller now, her nipples darker. And there's a glow to her skin that comes from something far more than just her back to back orgasms down in the kitchen.
"You're staring," Her hazel eyes find me.
"Because you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"Is that all you're going to do?" she breathes. "Stare?"
"Aren't beautiful things supposed to be marveled?" I breathe, my voice dropping to that register that makes her shiver.
Slowly, she spreads her legs for me, displaying a vision of desire I'll never get tired of. Like an addict, I drink in the vision of beauty that is this woman. My eyes trace the soft curves of her inner thighs, and lingers on her glistening pussy.
"I'm not a museum piece that you lock behind a glass case," she whispers as she reaches for my hand.
"I want you to touch me." She kisses the tip of my fingers. "To claim me."
Obedient, my finger moves along her jaw, scooping a tiny bit of remaining cum and bringing it up to her lips. Her pink tongue darts out and licks it clean before she plants another impossibly light kiss at the tip of the digit.
The devious look in her eyes strengthens, and I slowly run my hand down her neck, past the valley of her breasts, and towards her still-flat belly where our children are growing.
The thought that she's pregnant still staggers me.
Aurora's body rises to meet my touch, her skin flushing beneath my fingertips as my hand moves lower and lower.
Her soft hands join mine, and slowly, she guides me to her weeping cunt so that I can feel just how wet and ready she is.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath, her nipples hardened to perfect peaks. She's flushed all the way down to her breasts.
One touch and my cock stirs back to life despite having just been satisfied.
"Don't make me wait anymore."
But I intend to stretch this moment out for just a little while longer. Slowly, I lower myself to my knees before her parted legs.
She is my altar, and I am her devoted supplicant. My hands slide beneath her thighs, lifting them slightly as I position myself between them.
"I can't get enough of you," I murmur, pressing kisses to her inner thigh. The scent of her arousal fills my senses mixed with her light coconut scent is a heady concoction urging me on.
"Ruslan." Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me closer. "Shut the fuck up and fuck me already."
I smile against her skin, feeling powerful and powerless all at once. How did I get so lucky? This woman who carries my children, who faces her demons with such courage, who loves me despite all my darkness.
She deserves nothing but pleasure.
"All in due time, zarechka ."
I lower my mouth to her center, my tongue making one long, firm stroke through her folds. She tastes divine, sweet and tangy and something uniquely her. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure.
Her moan grows louder as my tongue circles her clit, slow and deliberate. With every flick of my tongue, every soft suck of my lips, I draw another whimper from her lips.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling just enough to sting.
" More. " Her voice is ragged, thighs trembling around my head. "I want more."
I hum against her, savoring the way her hips jerk at the vibration. Her taste floods my mouth, her scent fills my lungs, and her arousal coats the space between us as I tease her entrance open for better access.
"I don't want your mouth." Her moan breaks into a ragged plea. "I want your cock."
Her nails scrape down my shoulders as she tugs me to get up. I follow, letting her guide my mouth to hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her hands slide between us, wrapping around my cock, smearing precum along its length as she strokes me faster and faster.
"Fuck me," she breathes against my lips as she guides me to her entrance. "Now."
Her hips lifting to meet me as the head of my cock pushes past her wet and inviting folds.
I push forward slowly, feeling her tight heat envelop me inch by inch. Each second is torturous bliss as I sink into her welcoming body until the universe narrows to a point where our bodies are connected.
"Aurora," I whisper against her lips as I sink deeper and deeper.
Her eyes, wide with desire, never leave mine even when her mouth parts in pleasure.
"Deeper," she commands, panting.
I press deeper, feeling her body stretch and yield to accommodate me. Silken heat wraps around me as she squeezes with a deliberate, maddening pressure.
She knows exactly what she's doing, clenching her inner muscles around my length to draw me in like a siren's call. Her body speaks to mine in a primal language only the two of us can understand.
Her lips capture mine again in a kiss that feels like drowning. I'm lost in her. Lost in the coconut scent of her hair, the sweet taste of the remnant from our mutual arousals on her mouth, and the velvet grip of her pussy around my cock.
I groan into her mouth as she takes me in until I'm buried to the hilt, as deep as physically possible.
For a moment, we're perfectly still. I feel her heartbeat pulsing around my cock until it matches mine, breath mingling between us as our bodies joins in perfect unison.
This isn't just lovemaking.
This feels like home .
"Are you going to stay there all night?" she whispers, her voice throaty with need. "Or are you going to start fucking me?"
I begin to move then, drawing back slowly before pushing forward again. The grip of her inner walls against my sensitive flesh is overwhelming. Crushing my lips against hers, I begin to move faster and faster until I establish a rhythm—long, deep strokes that have her gasping and whimpering from each thrust.
Her nails dig into my shoulders but I welcome the sting. It's a reminder that this is real, that she's real beneath me, around me, with me.
Her thighs tighten around my waist, locking me in place like she's afraid I might back away if she doesn't.
"Faster," Aurora urges, her breath hot against my ear. "Don't hold back."
I hesitate, worried about hurting her. The bruises have mostly faded, but the memory of what Kristofer did to her still haunts me.
"I won't break," she whispers. "I promise. I want this."
Her hazel eyes lock with mine, challenging and trusting all at once. And I know she's right. I won't hurt her. I could never hurt her. What flows between us isn't violence but passion.
This is what she wants from me. What she needs.
I grip her hips. Tighten my hold. Pull back almost completely.
Then slam forward.
Aurora's mouth opens in a silent cry.
I do it again. Harder. Faster.
Her nails rake my back.
Our bodies slap together. The wet sounds of our joining fill the room.
"Yes," she gasps. "Like that."
I lose myself in her heat. In her wetness. In the way she takes all of me.
Sweat drips between us. Our skin slides. Friction builds.
Her breasts bounce with each thrust. I capture one nipple between my lips.
She screams my name. Pulls my hair.
My hips snap forward. Again. Again.
The headboard knocks against the wall. Our rhythm urgent. Desperate.
I feel her walls tightening.
Fluttering. She's close.
"Don't stop," she begs. "Please don't stop."
As if I could. As if anything could pull me from her now.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Her legs lock tighter. Her heels dig into my thighs.
I drive into her. Faster. Deeper. Harder.
Every stroke touches that spot inside her that makes her cry out.
Our eyes never break contact. Even as pleasure builds between us. Pushes us towards that inevitable point of no return.
This connection. It's everything.
"I'm coming!" she screams. "I'm coming for you!"
And she does. Her body tenses. Nails dig into my shoulders like daggers of pleasure.
Walls clenching. Crushing. Convulsing. So tight I can barely move.
"Ruslan!"
My name tumbles from her lips. Over and over.
I feel every pulse. Every spasm. Every wave of her pleasure.
Her heels dig harder into my back to pull me closer and deeper as her pussy milks my cock.
I thrust through her orgasm. Relentless. Giving her what she needs.
Each stroke sends another tremor through her body.
Her wetness floods between us. Soaking into the sheets. She's still coming. Still crying out.
Her hands grasp wildly. My hair. My shoulders. The sheets. Trembling as if she might shatter completely.
In its wake is nothing but raw sensation as her body undulates beneath me, catching us both in the throes of pleasure that radiates outward from where we're joined.
Sweat glistens on her skin, and in the dim light, she glows like a goddess.
Her fingers find the nape of my neck, tangling in my hair and pulling me down to her with surprising strength. Our lips crash together as her body continues to shake with aftershocks of her climax.
Her tongue slides against mine, hungry and demanding.
That's when I break.
The tight grip of her pussy. The sound of her moans on my tongue. The way she holds me like I'm her anchor to reality.
They shatter my control completely.
I bury myself to the hilt as my release rushes through me. Hot spurts of cum flood her welcoming depths, each one accompanied by a wave of pleasure so intense that I see nothing but stars behind my closed eyelids as I empty myself inside of her.
Her inner walls continue to milk me with exquisite control. Continue to draw out every last drop. Continue to squeeze until I'm totally spent.
Until there's nothing left of me that doesn't belong to her.
My body trembles against hers as I remain buried deep within her warmth, reluctant to break our connection for even a second.
I lie there, utterly spent, with Aurora's body warm against mine. Our lips continue to find each other in the afterglow. Slow, languid kisses that lack urgency but not passion.
Each press of her lips against mine feels like a promise. A new vow between us that goes beyond any we made at our wedding.
After our heartbeats return to normal, I slip out of her.
She makes a little sound of disappointment that tugs at something deep in my chest.
Through our bedroom window, the first hint of dawn breaks. A faint blush of pink against the dark sky. Another day approaches, bringing with it all the dangers and challenges we face.
But for now, in this perfect moment, there's only us.
"We should get cleaned up," I whisper, pressing one more kiss to her swollen lips. "You've made a beautiful mess."
"I'm your beautiful mess," she murmurs back, stroking my face.
I stand and extend my hand to her, pulling her up from our bed. Her naked body gleams in the dim light. Curves and valleys I've memorized with my hands, my lips, my tongue.
With shaky steps, I walk her to the bathroom, and turn on the faucet of the massive tub.
Steaming water begins to fill it. As the tub fills, she wraps her arms around me from behind, her lips pressing to the tattoos scattered across my back. Each one telling the story of my life. Each one a dark reminder of this awful world that I'm forced to dwell in.
But with every touch of her mouth, she transforms them into something different. Something lighter. Something that's more than another reminder of violence and loss.
Because that's what she does. She brings light into even the darkest corners.
My little dawn.
My Aurora.
When the tub is ready, I help her step in, steadying her with my hands. Then I slide in behind her, settling back against the porcelain as she nestles her back against my chest. The water envelops us in welcoming heat.
I gently run my hands over Aurora's flushed skin, watching rivulets of water cascade down her body. The warm bathwater envelops us both as I tenderly wash away the evidence of our passion.
"You're perfect, so perfect," I whisper against her ear, reaching across her collarbone to cup her breasts.
She sighs contentedly, leaning back further against my chest. The weight of her, warm and trusting in my arms, fills me with a fierce protectiveness that's become as natural as breathing.
I move my hands lower, across the soft expanse of her belly where our children grow and feel her thighs open until they're pressed against mine.
Aurora turns her head. Her hand reaches up to stroke my chin, fingers tracing the line of my stubbled jaw with such tenderness that something tightens in my chest.
"I love you," she whispers against my mouth, her hazel eyes reflecting the first rays of sunrise filtering through the bathroom window.
"I love you too," I breathe, my voice rough and trembling.
She captures my lips in a soft, gentle kiss that makes my heart stutter in my chest. Her tongue traces my lower lip, and I open to her without hesitation.
With her other hand, she reaches beneath the water, finding my cock and wrapping her fingers around it.
I suck in a sharp breath as she begins to stroke me, her grip firm yet gentle as she brings me back to life. The sensation of her hand underwater, slick and warm, sends electricity through my veins.
Her thumb circles the sensitive head of my cock. I groan against her lips as my fingers part her legs further, until my hand cups her pussy through the steam curling all around us.
She deepens the kiss, and her tongue sweeps into my mouth slowly. My cock throbs in her grasp. I groan into her mouth as her fingers tighten around me, working me with slow, deliberate strokes.
My fingers find her clit beneath the water, and circle the sensitive nub. She gasps against my lips, her body tensing briefly before melting back against my chest.
"Don't stop," she whispers, her voice catching as I increase the pressure of my touch.
I have no intention of stopping. Not when she feels this good in my arms. Not when her hand is working magic on my cock, stroking me from base to tip with a perfect rhythm that has my toes curling.
Our hands move faster, matching each other's pace. The water sloshes gently around us, tiny waves lapping at the edges of the tub as our movements grow more frantic.
Aurora's breathing quickens, little moans escaping her lips between kisses. Each sound she makes sends fire through my veins. I swallow her moans with my mouth, giving her my own in return.
"Ruslan," she breathes my name like a prayer. "Right there."
I keep my fingers exactly where they are, circling her clit with the pressure I know she loves. Her hand moves faster on my cock, thumb swiping over the sensitive head with each upstroke.
The bathroom fills with the sounds of our pleasure. Soft moans. Wet kisses. Ragged breaths. Through the window, the sky shifts from dusky purple to pale blue, bathing us in the gentle light of dawn.
We stay like this, locked together in our mutual pleasure as the world outside awakens. Golden light spills across her skin, illuminating the water droplets that cling to her shoulders like tiny diamonds.
The sky outside brightens further, casting long shadows across the floor. But I barely notice.
I'm too lost in her.
Too lost in us to care about anything beyond this perfect moment.