Chapter 9 First Light #2
"I won't hurt you. I won't take anything you're not ready to give."
"But what if I disappoint you?" The whispered confession breaks something inside me. "What if I don't know how to please you?"
Christ. This incredible woman thinks she could disappoint me.
I capture her lips in a kiss so gentle it barely registers as contact, pouring every ounce of devotion into the tender touch.
"Impossible." I rest my forehead against hers. "Do you know what you are to me?"
She shakes her head, eyes wide and trusting.
"You're sunlight after years of darkness. You're the reason I remember how to smile." My thumb traces her cheekbone. "You could lie here and do nothing, and it would be the greatest gift of my life."
Her breath hitches, and I see the exact moment my words settle into her bones.
"I'm not taking you, Solnishko. I'm worshiping you." My lips brush against her temple. "Every kiss, every touch, every breath is an offering to the woman who brought me back to life."
The tension slowly bleeds from her muscles as she melts against me.
"Okay," she breathes against my lips. "I do want this."
The trust in her voice undoes me completely. I settle her back against the pillows, my mouth finding hers with renewed purpose. This time, when I kiss her, she responds with a passion that steals my breath. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she pulls me closer.
We break apart, her lips puffy and eyes craving. "I trust you to be gentle with me."
The magnitude of her gift humbles me.
I kiss the pulse point at her throat, feeling her heartbeat flutter against my lips. My mouth traces the elegant line of her collarbone before moving lower to her breasts until she's arching beneath me again.
This time, when I continue my descent, kissing the soft skin of her abdomen, she doesn't tense. Her breathing quickens as I reach the lace barrier of her panties, but her body stays relaxed beneath my touch.
"So beautiful," I murmur against her skin, hooking my fingers in the thin fabric.
I slide the panties down her legs with reverent care, discarding them on the floor. The afternoon light paints her skin golden as I settle between her thighs, my hands caressing the silky length of her legs.
She's perfect. Absolutely perfect.
My palms smooth up her inner thighs, feeling the tremor that runs through her muscles. When I reach her center, the evidence of her arousal emboldens my appetite.
"So wet for me already, Solnishko."
My thumb finds her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with gentle pressure. Her back arches off the bed, a soft moan escaping her lips as her hips begin to move.
"That's it," I encourage, watching her face transform with pleasure. "Let me make you feel good."
I continue the slow, steady rhythm until she's rocking against my hand, chasing the sensation. Only then do I carefully slide one finger inside her tight heat.
She tenses immediately, her muscles clamping down around the intrusion. I still my movements, letting her adjust to the foreign sensation while my thumb maintains its gentle circles on her clit.
"Breathe, my little sun. Just breathe."
Gradually, she relaxes around my finger. I begin a slow, gentle rhythm, working her carefully while watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Her moans grow breathier as I stretch her tender flesh, preparing her body for what's to come.
"Christ, you're so wet," I rasp, marveling at how her body responds to my touch. "So perfect."
I withdraw my finger, bringing it to my mouth to taste her essence. The flavor explodes across my tongue, sweet and musky and uniquely her.
"You taste so fucking good."
Before she can respond, I lower my head and bury my face between her thighs. The first touch of my tongue against her clit draws a sharp cry from her lips, her hips bucking against my mouth.
I worship her with my tongue, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her most sensitive spots. Her moans grow louder as I work her higher, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady.
When I slide one finger back inside her, she's so aroused that she takes it easily. I pump slowly while my mouth works her clit, feeling her walls flutter.
"Anton," she gasps, her voice breaking on my name.
I add a second finger, stretching her further. She tenses at the increased pressure, and I immediately suck hard on her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body until she relaxes again.
"That's my girl," I murmur against her heated flesh. "So tight, so perfect."
I establish a rhythm, fingers thrusting gently while my tongue teases her clit. Her hips rock against my mouth as she chases her release, completely lost to the sensations.
Her breathing becomes ragged, desperate little sounds escaping her throat. I can feel her body coiling tighter, right on the edge of her first climax.
"Cum for me, Solnishko. Let go."
The command, combined with a particularly firm suck on her clit, sends her over the edge. She cries out, her back arching as waves of pleasure crash through her small frame. Her inner walls clamp down on my fingers, pulsing with her release.
I work her through every tremor, gentling my touch as she comes down from the high. When she finally stills, I press soft kisses to her inner thighs before moving up to gather her against my chest.
"Beautiful," I whisper against her temple. "Absolutely beautiful."
I reluctantly pull away from her and stand from the bed. Her eyes widen as I hook my thumbs into my waistband, sliding both shorts and boxers down in one motion.
My cock springs free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with need. I watch her gaze travel the length of me, taking in my size.
"You're so big," she breathes, her voice barely a whisper.
"I'll be gentle with you."
I climb back onto the bed, settling my weight above her on my forearms. The heat radiating from her skin draws me closer as I lower my head to capture her lips. The kiss starts gently but quickly deepens, her tongue meeting mine with growing confidence.
"Are you on birth control, Solnishko?" I murmur against her mouth between kisses.
"Yes," she whispers back, her hands sliding up to tangle in my hair.
Relief floods through me at her answer. "Good. I want to feel your warmth around me. All of you."
I claim her mouth again, pouring my need into the kiss while my hand trails down her body. My fingers find her sensitive clit, circling with practiced precision. She immediately begins rocking against my touch, soft moans escaping into our kiss.
Her body responds beautifully, hips moving in rhythm with my fingers as I work her higher. I can feel her approaching the edge again, muscles tensing beneath me as her breathing becomes rapid.
Just as she's about to shatter, I slow my movements, drawing a frustrated whimper from her lips. Using my free hand, I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance.
The first contact makes us both gasp. She's so warm, so ready for me.
I kiss her deeply while applying gentle pressure, feeling her body begin to yield. Immediately, she tenses beneath me, her muscles fighting my arrival.
"Breathe, beautiful," I whisper against her lips, stilling completely. "Just breathe."
I return my attention to her clit, massaging in slow circles while pressing tender kisses to her mouth. Gradually, her body relaxes enough for me to press forward until just the head breaches her tight entrance.
Her breathing changes instantly, becoming sharp and shallow. Pain flickers across her delicate features.
"Are you in pain, Solnishko?"
"Some," she admits, her voice strained.
I don't move another inch, keeping perfectly still while my fingers continue their gentle massage of her clit. Every instinct screams at me to take more, to bury myself wholly in her heat, but she's the only thing that matters.
It takes every ounce of control I possess to remain motionless as her walls slowly adjust around me. She's impossibly tight, gripping me like a velvet fist.
When I feel her muscles relax slightly, I push forward another inch. She moans, a sound caught between pleasure and discomfort, her body tensing again.
I kiss her deeply, swallowing her soft cries while forcing myself to remain still. The control required not to move borders on agony, but I won't cause her unnecessary pain.
"It hurts," she whispers against my lips, "but it's also giving me pleasure. The pressure, the feeling of being stretched by you, taken by you."
This beautiful woman, trusting me with her innocence, finds pleasure even in her discomfort.
She lifts her legs, wrapping them around my waist and tilting her hips up in silent invitation. The change in angle allows me to slide deeper, and I push forward slowly until I'm buried completely inside her.
Christ. She's perfect. So tight, so warm, so wet around me that I have to fight not to lose control immediately.
I pull back slightly before sliding in again, establishing a slow, controlled rhythm. Each thrust is deliberate, measured, and designed to stretch her gently while building her pleasure.
Her hands caress my back as I move within her, nails digging in slightly when I hit a particularly sensitive spot. I continue massaging her clit while maintaining the gentle pace, kissing her deeply with each stroke.
"Anton," she moans against my mouth, her voice filled with wonder and growing pleasure.
The sound of my name on her lips as I claim her innocence pushes me closer to the edge. I can feel my control fraying with each thrust, each sweet moan that escapes her throat.
Her walls flutter around me as another climax builds within her, and the sensation proves to be my undoing. With one final, deep thrust, I explode inside her, filling her with my release as waves of pleasure crash over me.
I collapse against her, careful not to crush her, both of us breathing hard.
I gather Fee against my chest, pressing gentle kisses to her temple as aftershocks ripple through both our bodies. Her breathing slowly evens out against my neck, warm puffs of air that make my skin tingle.
When I shift to look at her, crimson catches my eye.
Blood streaks my cock and stains the sheets beneath us. Evidence of what I've taken, what she's given. My chest tightens with something primal and possessive.
"Solnishko, are you allergic to any medications?"
Her brow furrows at the unexpected question. "No, why?"
I kiss her forehead before reluctantly pulling away. "I'll be right back."
The floor is cold against my bare feet as I pad to the kitchen. In the cabinet above the espresso machine, I find a bottle of ibuprofen. Two pills rattle into my palm before I fill a glass with filtered water.
When I return, Fee has pushed herself up against the headboard, the sheet clutched to her chest. Her hair falls in waves over her shoulders, her lips still swollen from my kisses. She looks radiant, beautiful, my little sun.
Her gaze drops to the bloodstained sheets, and her cheeks flame scarlet.
"Oh God, Anton. We got blood all over your sheets."
I set the water and pills on the nightstand before sitting beside her. My fingers trace the line of her jaw, tilting her face up to meet my eyes.
"This is the most precious gift I've ever received. That blood represents your trust, your choice to give me something no one else will ever have."
Every stain is sacred. Her eyes shimmer with emotion as she processes my response.
"Are you in much pain?" I brush a strand of hair behind her ear, searching her expression for signs of serious discomfort.
"I'm sore," she admits, shifting slightly against the pillows. "But I don't regret it. Not for a second."
Relief floods through me at her honesty. I reach for the pills, placing them in her palm before offering the water.
"Take these. They'll help with the soreness."
She swallows the medication, her throat working as she drains half the glass. When she hands it back, I set it aside and pull her against my chest again.
"You were perfect, Solnishko. Absolutely perfect."
She burrows deeper into my embrace, her small hand resting over my heart. The steady rhythm seems to soothe her as much as it grounds me.
"I love the way you call me that," she murmurs against my skin.
"My little sun." I press another kiss to her hair.
The warmth of Fee's body against mine feels like coming home.
"I need to use the bathroom," she murmurs against my chest, her voice still soft from our lovemaking.
"Of course." I help her sit up, steadying her when she winces slightly. "Do you need your crutches?"
"No, I'm okay. The bathroom is close by, I can limp to it." She manages a small smile that makes my chest tight. "Just give me a few minutes."
I watch her pad carefully toward the bathroom, noting the slight stiffness in her movements. The protective instinct roars to life, but I force myself to let her handle this alone. She told me she needs to feel capable, not fragile.
Once the bathroom door clicks shut, I collect the water glass and ibuprofen bottle, padding naked through the penthouse toward the kitchen. The afternoon light streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting everything in golden hues that remind me of Fee's skin.
My phone sits on the granite counter where I left it, and the screen lights up as I approach. Twenty missed calls from Yuri. My blood turns to ice.
Twenty calls means crisis. Emergency. Threat.
I dial his number immediately, every muscle in my body coiled for action. He answers on the first ring.
"Hey, I've been calling. Everything okay?"
"Yes, I'm with Fee."
There's a pause. "Ah, good..." he says in a careful tone.
The way he draws out the word sets my teeth on edge. Yuri doesn't do careful unless the news is catastrophic.
"What is it?"
"I went to the hotel like you instructed. Nothing had been touched in Fee's room that I could tell, but I saw her laptop." His voice takes on that clipped efficiency he uses when delivering intel. "I did some diagnostics on it to see if anyone had hacked it."
My grip tightens on the phone. "And?"
"What I found...Anton, I think I know why Fee is being targeted."
The kitchen tilts around me. I brace my free hand against the counter, granite cold beneath my palm.
"Tell me."
"She hacked into a hitman's service website."
"How deep?" My voice sounds foreign to my own ears.
"She didn't finish what she started, but it got her deep enough to see client lists, payment structures, active contracts." Yuri's tone turns grim. "I don't see that she downloaded anything, but..."
Professional killers don't leave loose ends.