Chapter 11
Rafaela
Hearing him call me fucking beautiful was exactly what I’d needed to hear. I moved a little closer while sliding one bra strap over my shoulder then the other. I’d selected a beautiful matching set of lingerie that I’d never worn, hopeful that I could save them until I fell in love.
Here I was, about to give a gift of myself and I knew in my heart this was the right thing to do. He was everything I’d ever fantasized about.
After unclasping my bra, I hesitated before pulling it from my breasts. Now he was the one who inched just a little bit closer, enough to show me his desire was real, his hunger everything I’d hoped it would be.
The way he scrubbed his jaw when I tossed the bra aside brought a smile to my face. I wasn’t certain what to expect, but his reaction made me feel so alive, so wanted. Nothing could ever feel as good as this would.
I closed the distance, crawling my fingers down his chest before grabbing the hem of his shirt. He didn’t stop me when I pulled it over his head, only taking a deep breath and finally with very methodical movements, he rubbed his palms down my arms.
“You shouldn’t be doing this.”
I lifted my head, even rising onto my tiptoes. “Yes, I should. I want you and I want this. So do you.”
He continued rubbing my arms, whispering a few words in Russian that I didn’t understand, but I could tell he was debating whether to go through with what was about to happen. His look of surprise slipped into something much darker, entirely dangerous and ripped with passion.
After taking a deep breath, he slipped his hand behind my neck, his grip firm. “If we begin, there’s no going back.”
“Why would I want to? I want this. I want you.”
With that, he crushed his mouth over mine. There was no act of tenderness this time, no safety net offered. For all the wrong reasons, we hungered for each other. The anxiety of being caught, the fear of what we’d both face, we just didn’t care.
He swept his tongue inside my mouth while jerking me closer. The heat of his body was intense, so much so tiny speckles of light formed in front of my field of vision. I’d envisioned what this would be like for days, the hunger building to a level I’d barely been able to control.
The sweep of his tongue was thrilling, but not nearly as much as the feel of his thick, hard cock throbbing between my legs. As he’d done before with our amazing kiss, he picked me up, sliding his arm under my bottom.
He held me for a few seconds before walking toward the blanket. With total care and such grace, he dropped to one knee, easing me down onto the soft surface. He finally broke the kiss, pulling away and staring at me while shaking his head.
His eyes continued exploring every inch while his fingers brushed down my arms and across my stomach.
I was jumpy, my entire body quivering. When I placed my hand on his chest, he closed his eyes, taking a deep, raspy breath.
Very gently he rolled his hands under my breasts, cupping both as if fearful he’d hurt me. “I won’t break,” I whispered.
His chuckle was dark and demanding and I concentrated on the perception that the thick cords on the sides of his neck were pulsing.
Out of desire.
Out of intense need.
They matched the way my pussy was throbbing.
“I’m not worried about breaking you, my sweet angel. I’m worried about defiling you, staining you with my corruption.”
Reaching for him, I continued to fight tears of anxiousness. “I want your stain to linger for years to come.”
Kazimir cocked his head, still debating, but with the continued rise and fall of his chest, I sensed he was losing the battle. The concept was confirmed when he flicked his fingers back and forth across my nipples. They were so sensitive I moaned, arching my back while fisting my hands.
Nothing that I’d read had prepared me for the flutter of butterflies in my stomach or the wetness between my legs. In the moments while he swirled his fingers around my hardened buds, I relaxed, forgetting about everything else but the sheer passion exploding between us.
When he pinched and twisted my tender tissue, another nervous laugh erupted. I also had no idea how to react, if my movements and gestures were wrong.
Childish.
I wanted so much to be the woman I’d insisted I’d become.
“Moy ideal’nyy angel.”
My perfect angel. Everything about his hushed words thrilled me, easing the last of my worries. “Pozhaluysta, trakhni menya.”
Please fuck me. I’d practiced the words, the intonations for a couple of hours, ensuring the phrase was whispered correctly. And in my case, that the simple demand was clear and without question.
Very slowly he lifted his head, searching my eyes once again.
Almost as if we had all the time in the world, which wasn’t true, he brushed the rough pads of his fingers around my breasts then down between them.
Leaning over, he blew a swath of hot air across my stomach before darting his tongue against my skin.
“Oh.” A wild series of vibrations danced all the way to my toes, stealing my heavy breath. My eyesight was fogged, my pulse now skyrocketing. I was a lost little lamb here for the slaughter.
His wet tongue was dragged down my chest, the tip swirling my belly button, all while he tormented my nipples. The combination of pain and pleasure was something I’d only read about. The experience was something entirely different, creating an ache, and fueling the fire deep within my core.
Panting, I twisted my hands around the blanket, biting my lower lip. Trying to remain quiet.
Longing to embrace and remember every moment.
“This is so wrong,” he muttered.
“I don’t care. Don’t you understand? This is all for me.”
His dark, demanding chuckle thrilled me.
He was gentle with his actions, rubbing the fingers of his other hand across my hipbone while still licking my stomach. Ticklish, my entire body was shaking involuntarily and I tossed my head back and forth. When he lifted and bent my legs, I tried to roll over, completely embarrassed.
My face was full of heat, another wave of fear hitting me harder than I’d anticipated.
“Relax, beauty. I do know what I’m doing. I’m going to make you feel so incredible.”
While I didn’t doubt him in the least, I couldn’t control my breathing. The man was patient and kind, pressing his lips along the inside of one thigh then the other.
All while pushing my knees against the blanket. I pressed my hand on the ground, forcing my body still.
That didn’t last long. As soon as he blew across my pussy, a slight but powerful moan left my throat. Every inch of skin was covered with goosebumps, my heart skipping several beats.
I remained still until he flicked his tongue around my clit. Then something surged from deep within, a powerful release as if I’d been caging a beast deep inside. I jerked up, blinking furiously because I wanted to capture every moment of what he was doing.
Nothing would be missed.
He lifted his gaze and I could sense he was smiling. After a drag of his tongue across my pussy lips, he pressed both hands against my thighs. Holding me down. Keeping me in his possession.
I threw my head back, staring up the shadowed ceiling, almost laughing when I heard Golden’s tail thumping. This was pure sin, nothing that could be correctly described in a book of any kind. Every drag of his tongue was tender, his fingers barely touching me.
At least at first.
When I bucked against him, his actions became a cautionary tale of want versus need. Growls left his throat, dark and dominating just like the man. His hunger seemed to explode, pushing his actions.
I dug my heels into the blanket, shallow breaths turning into gasping for air as the pleasure began to build. I was crazed with desire, slapping my hand against his head before I realized what I was doing.
A tether was needed, something to hold me onto the place in time. I twisted my fingers around his thick hair, tugging while whimpering. He didn’t seem to mind, nor did my small attempt at taking control stop him from turning my entire mind into mush.
I was on cloud nine, barely breathing adequately, yet the lightheadedness was merely part of the delicious moment.
His tongue became a lethal weapon, licking then sliding into my wetness. I was stunned feeling the way he flicked it back and forth. Then his fingers found my tight channel, the handsome man driving one just inside to the first knuckle.
I could tell he was watching me, determining if what he was doing was making me happy.
My body convulsed to the thrill and joy of what he was doing, tiny beads of perspiration tickling my face. Even running into my mouth.
When he added a second finger, he plunged them in even deeper before stopping altogether.
He’d discovered my little secret, my gift.
Kazimir lifted his head, his eyes imploring. “You’re a virgin.”
“Yes. Does that… matter?”
“You need to ask yourself that question, my little healer.”
“I’m not good enough for a man like you.” Just as I tried to roll over, he stopped me.
“Oh, sweet angel. You are breathtaking in every way. Of course you’re good enough. You are utter perfection. The first time should be… everything you want. Not this place. Not under duress.”
“This is what I want for my birthday. Please don’t stop. Please. Just fuck me. I don’t want it tender. I want it rough. I want to feel every inch of you.” When he hesitated again, I dared take a chance at knowing why. “I’m on birth control and no, my father has no idea.”
Relief filled his eyes, yet the hard line of his features remained, dancing with the shadows.
There was a complete change in his demeanor, his eyes flashing almost as if angry, but I sensed he was giving in to the desire he’d tried to ignore. His jaw was clenched and the way he rolled the tips of his fingers down my chest to my pussy was entirely different than he’d done before.