Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Daisy
Ilya's words echoed in my brain.
I was his? That’s what he had said. And he had said it like it was true. It wasn’t true. It had been years since I had been his, if I ever had been.
Only the way he was staring down my body, like he owned and wanted every single inch of me, was enough to make my nipples tighten. I tried to tell myself it was because of the cool night air, but deep down I knew it wasn’t.
My body always reacted to his closeness. Even when I hated him, I wanted him more.
"Ilya—" my voice shook.
"No." Tightening his fists into the edges of the towel, he trapped me against his body. My heavy breasts pressed against the hardness of his chest. Both of us were breathing heavily. "Whatever the question is, Daisy, the answer is no."
I swallowed hard. Sometimes I was sure he could read my mind. Or maybe I just wore all my thoughts on my face.
"I don’t share, Daisy." Slowly he dropped the towel but kept it looped around my waist like a rope tethering me to him, and I could feel him pressing against my body. Thick and hard and impossibly long. My mouth was suddenly dry but at the same time full of saliva.
"Not when it comes to you." He flexed into me, and a startled, needy moan escaped my lips. "You are mine, Daisy, until the day you fucking die." His head shot down and his lips crashed into mine. But only for a second. "I was the first man you were ever with, and I will be the only."
I opened my mouth to speak, and his tongue snaked into my mouth to silence me.
And what was there to say anyway? There was no arguing with Ilya when he was in this kind of mood.
There was no arguing with him anytime, actually, and I wasn’t even sure I wanted to.
Not when his mouth was on mine and the hard lines of his body were pressed against mine.
The hands on the towel finally loosened, and it pooled at my feet, leaving me completely naked for his eyes, and what I was hoping would soon be his hands and mouth as well.
"I want you," he murmured against my lips with a groan that made my lady parts clench with need.
"I want you so fucking badly that sometimes I think I’m going crazy.
" Ilya's lips dropped from my mouth to my jaw and trailed a burning line of need across my skin.
Dropping his head further, he nuzzled into my throat.
The tip of his tongue lapping at my thundering pulse.
"Tell me you want me," he ordered, and this time I wanted to obey him because I did want him.
I wanted him all the damn time, even when I hated myself for feeling that way.
It took me a few seconds to realize he had stopped kissing me and was now staring down at me, waiting for me to answer.
Tilting my head up, I reached for his belt buckle. "I want this."
The belt was easy to undo. The top button of his trousers was harder. He watched me struggle with it with a smile. "That wasn’t what I asked, Daisy," he said finally, dropping his hands to help me. "Tell me you want me."
Catching up both of my wrists, he stopped me from delving my hand inside. Not that I really needed to. The thick, long line of his cock was already pushing its way free.
"Tell me."
"I want you." The words blurted from my lips before I could stop them. What would be the point of lying anyway? My body was trembling with need, and he could see it.
"Good." He nodded his head once and stepped back an inch. I almost cried out.
Was he going to walk away? Was this just a game to him? Another way of punishing me for leaving him when he was the one who sent me away? But I didn’t have to worry. Reaching down, he tugged his shirt up and over his head.
The body he uncovered was perfection. Tanned and hard. Not one ounce of fat. He was all rippling muscle. Like a big cat.
Only big cats weren’t as dangerous as Ilya was.
"Tell me what you want—"
The words had barely left his mouth before I was touching him. Sliding my hand down the hard planes of his chest until I came to the gaping triangle of his pants. My hand delved inside. Closing around the thick base, I squeezed and was rewarded by a low, breathy moan.
Slowly, I moved my hand up and down, my eyes glued to his face. I knew what I wanted. And that was him. My mouth was watering with need. Other places leaked as well.
I knew that if I threw myself at him, he would take me hard and fast. But I wanted to see him come undone.
I dropped to my knees. One hand still on him, the other pulled down his pants because I wanted him as naked as I was.
I wanted him to be—
I licked the leaking tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around so I could fill my mouth with the taste of his precum.
He moaned again, louder this time, and my eyes darted up just in time to see his eyes roll backwards. At his sides, his fingers clenched and unclenched into his palms.
Keeping my eyes on him, I opened my lips and then closed them tight around him. Sliding my wet mouth down him inch by inch.
He groaned again; his hands scrambled to tangle in my wet hair, and his head fell back so he was looking at the ceiling.
There was no way I could take all of him. Even half made me want to gag, but I kept my fist around his base. Lips and hand meeting in the middle.
"Fuck, Daisy." Ilya's fingers scraped against my scalp. But he didn’t do what I expected him to do. He didn’t force my head down. He let me take charge. He let me set the pace.
He just stood there, hands in my hair and thighs trembling as I tasted him.
Ilya Popovitch was putty in my hands—well, mouth.
"That’s—" His eyes slammed back down into mine. And I could see what looked like awe in their depths. "—It. Just like that, just like—"
I cupped his balls with my other hand, and the groan that fell from his mouth was more growl than anything I had ever heard.
Again, his eyes rolled.
I could feel him growing harder, stretching my lips even more, and I knew he was close.
"Stop."
I sucked harder, my tongue tracing a thick vein.
"I said stop, Daisy." With one tug, he pulled my head back, eyes glued to my lips as I licked the taste of him from them. "You’ve proven your point," he growled.
Only I hadn’t. Because I hadn’t been trying to prove a point. I’d just wanted him in my mouth.
"Now it’s my turn."
I half expected him to pick me up and bend me over the vanity. Or pick me up and slam me against the wall. I expected rough and hard because that’s what Ilya was these days. But his hands were almost gentle when he lifted me to my feet and led me towards the bed.
We stood at the edge of it. Both of us breathing heavily as we stared at each other.
"You’re so beautiful." Ilya's thumb swiped against my bottom lip and then dropped lower to cup my breasts.
"So exquisitely beautiful, Daisy." Moving suddenly, he pushed me down onto the bed.
I bounced once before his body was over mine.
"I want to lose myself in you so badly. I want to fucking drown in you.
" Hovering above me, his eyes bored down into mine. "Tell me I can."
I had never seen Ilya this vulnerable; it was like he needed to hear me say I wanted him over and over again.
I hooked my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. "I want you, Ilya," I muttered against his lips. "I have always wanted you."
And I would always want him, I added silently. I knew that now. We could hate each other, we could spend years away from each other, but I would always want him in some dark part of my soul.
My lips opened under his, my body ripened as he moved his hands between our bodies. First to cup my heavy breasts and then lower still. My legs fell open further and he cupped my mound. One finger sliding through the wetness but not pushing into me.
I needed him inside of me so badly I almost growled out in frustration.
"Patience," he chuckled and swirled his tongue around my straining nipple. "Let me get you ready."
I wanted to scream that I was ready. That my pussy was weeping for him, but words failed me and all thoughts scattered from my brain as he thrust one finger as deep as it would go inside of me.
"You’re so wet and warm, baby." Another finger was added, and my back arched at the welcome intrusion.
"So tight even now." In and out he moved his fingers.
Curling them into me so he could press and brush against the bundle of nerves deep inside of me that would have been clamping around him in minutes.
"Tell me I am the only one—"
I didn’t want to talk, and I didn’t want to continue to stroke his ego. Not when I was already so close, but there was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore.
"You’re the only one."
His fingers stilled and then slipped from my body completely to be replaced by the thick head of his massive cock. I held my breath as he pushed in an inch, his fingers trailing down my cheeks.
"Promise?"
"I promise." I wanted to cry. My body was so needy, and he was teasing me so much without even doing much at all.
"Daisy." He roared my name as he slid himself home. His arms on either side of my head so he could stroke and kiss over my face as he began to move. Slowly. Like he had all the time in the world.
This wasn’t fucking. It was so far from that.
He made love to me. Just like he had done back in the old days. Every movement was slow and deliberate. His hands and mouth were gentle as they kissed my whimpers and moans away.
"I am lost in you."
I wanted to tell him I felt the same way, but his mouth slanted over mine, and I could do nothing but moan his name into his mouth and lift my legs to wrap around his waist.
I wanted him deeper. I wanted every inch of him to fill me. So I didn’t know where he stopped and I started.
We moved together, our bodies completely in sync. Just like it had been back in the time we had spent together six years ago.
Back when we were happy.
Back when we had loved each other.
The orgasm came out of nowhere; one second I was moving my body against his, our lips melded together so our breath mingled, and the next I was screaming his name, my head thrust back into the pillows as stars burst before my eyes.
"Daisy." He thrust into my body countless more times, riding out my orgasm, and then with a shudder he fell on top of me. Our sweaty chests heaving. "I—" With a groan he rolled to the side, leaving me lying there and staring up at the ceiling.
What the hell had just happened? How did we go from violence to arguing to the sweetest of lovemaking?
"Ilya," I began to say, and he pressed his lips to mine. Pulling me into his arms, he pressed my head to his chest.
"Sleep now, Daisy," he ordered, dragging the blanket up and over us. "Just sleep in my arms. Like you used to."