Chapter 19
A shadow falls across Ulayna, blocking the sunlight briefly, but she doesn’t bother to open her eyes.
She’s relaxing by the pool, getting a little sun, and can’t be bothered to find out who joined her.
It’s either Phoenix, who will likely plop down next to her on the adjacent lounger, or it’s Alexi.
If it’s the former, she welcomes the company.
If it's the latter… Well, she welcomes that company too, but not on the adjacent lounger.
When the shadow continues to hover over her, her pulse skitters, and heat seems to spool out from her core to the rest of her body. She smiles and stretches her arms overhead, making sure her breasts arch up in obvious invitation.
“Ptichka,” Alexi says, his voice a low warning growl. “Where is your swimsuit?”
Finally, she cracks her eyes open and stares up at him. “I didn’t want tan lines, so I took it off.”
Alexi glowers down at her. “Anyone could see you.”
She shrugs and gives him a sultry smile. “So?”
He stoops down and picks up her swimsuit from behind the pool lounger where she tossed it. “Put it back on,” he demands, holding the tiny scraps of red material out to her.
“Make me,” she says.
She watches in fascination as his pupils blow wide and his breath hitches. Testing the limits of how far he’ll let her go, she holds his gaze and parts her legs a few inches. She can practically feel his eyes roam over her naked body like the ghost of his hands.
Slowly, Alexi sits down on the chair next to her feet. His jaw is clenched, and she can see the pulse throbbing in his neck, the beat erratic. He leans forward as if he’s going to cover her with the bikini, but she has other ideas.
Quick as lightning, she wraps her legs around his waist and twists. He ends up sprawled on his back on the lounger with her above him, straddling his hips. She can feel his thick hardness, even through his pants.
Ulayna snags the skimpy red bikini out of his hands, and he lets her, relaxing against the backrest. But instead of tying the bikini around herself, she loops the strings around his wrists and ties them tightly to the top of the lounger behind his head.
He presses his groin up into her, almost lifting her off the ground and letting her full weight settle against his stiff cock. “You have me here,” he teases. “Now what are you going to do with me?”
“Whatever I want,” she teases right back.
The shadow of a frown ghosts across Alexi’s face, and he looks around them quickly. She just smiles down at him. The pool area is mostly private with hedges growing around it and a small poolhouse behind them, but anyone could walk up.
“Anyone could see,” Alexi says, repeating his earlier concern.
“So?” Ulayna says, throwing the question back at him again. “You keep saying that I’m yours. Is there a better way to let other people know that than to see me riding your cock?”
Alexi growls, obviously not liking the idea of other people seeing her. “I don’t share. And that includes seeing the expression on your face when you come. Now, untie me, and we’ll go inside so I can fuck you properly.”
He lifts his hips again in incentive, and Ulayna happily grinds down on him. “No, I don’t think I will.”
She rocks her hips forward, grinding her clit against the rough fabric of his pants.
Alexi tugs at his hands, but she tied them securely this time.
With a seductive smile on her face, she arches her back and lifts her hands to her breasts.
Getting into it, she rocks her hips against him in a steady rhythm as she massages her breasts and pinches her own nipples.
A moan escapes her, and she tips her head back.
She’d been feeling ready to combust ever since her victory over Hawk this morning, but Alexi had been out, dealing with Bratva business.
She’d debated taking care of her needs herself, but had instead decided to wait for him.
And now that he’s here, she’s taking what she needs, just like that first time.
Her pace picks up, and she reaches one hand down to play with her clit.
“Ptichka,” Alexi warns.
But she ignores him. Faster and faster, she rocks her hips against him. Her fingers flutter against her sensitive bundle of nerves and tug sharply on her nipple. Her breaths grow choppy and uneven as the pressure builds inside her. She can feel it, just out of reach.
Alexi digs his heels into the lounger and presses up with his hips, driving into her and changing the angle.
“Alexi!” she cries out as her orgasm overwhelms her.
Her hands fall to his chest, and she uses him for leverage as she rocks against him, riding out the waves of her orgasm.
“Ptichka,” he warns again, this time sounding desperate, like he’s pleading with her for something.
But she hardly pays him any attention, lost to the sensations coursing through her body and intent on dragging out her ecstasy.
When Alexi shudders and groans beneath her, she smiles wickedly.
She collapses against his chest, breathless, her naked breasts pressed to his shirt-clad chest. Once she gets her breath back under control and regains the use of her arms, she reaches above him to untie his hands.
The second his hands are free, he grabs her face and presses a demanding kiss to her lips.
“Did you enjoy that, my little Ptichka?” he asks. “Did you enjoy taking what you wanted and having me at your mercy?”
Her blood warms at his tone. She nods.
“Good, because now it’s my turn.”
His ab muscles ripple as he jackknifes up, lifting them both from the lounger. She tries to wrap her legs around him, but he flips her around, manhandling her in the best of ways.
He drops her onto the lounger on her hands and knees and roughly grabs her hips, forcing them up and back.
“Perfect,” he breathes out in appreciation, then smacks his hand down hard on her ass.
She sucks in a shocked breath and marvels at the desire that spools through her like lava, igniting her blood and radiating out from her stinging butt cheek to the rest of her.
Alexi slaps her ass again, taking a second to appreciate the delicious way her flesh jiggles and reddens under his palm.
Ulayna hears the sound of a zipper, and a heartbeat later, he thrusts inside her, filling her and stretching her gloriously.
“Oh, fuck. Alexi!” She cries out at the fullness. Every time he enters her, it feels like completeness, like coming home.
“That’s right, my little Ptichka,” Alexi purrs. “You take my dick like you were born for it.”
He pulls all the way out, then smacks his hard cock against her ass a few times, right where the reddened handprint is—the feeling like a brand against her heated skin.
Then he pushes back inside her, slamming home, all the way to the hilt.
He groans in pleasure, and Ulayna pushes her hips back to meet his hard thrust.
Leaning forward, he wraps his fist in her hair and tugs, forcing her head back and her hips up.
Frantic now, Ulayna gives herself over to his ministrations.
Over the last two weeks, they’ve had sex in her bedroom, his bedroom, his office, and once even in the little library off the dining room.
They’ve been insatiable for each other. But never, not once, has Alexi fully let himself go like this.
The sex has always been phenomenal, but that’s all it’s ever been—just sex. This… this is fucking. This is a claiming, raw and intense, and Ulayna loves every second of it.
Her scalp stings, and she’ll have bruises on her hips, yet she can’t get enough.
He’s always been afraid of triggering her.
No matter how many times she tells him not to worry, he’s always held himself back.
Now, after taunting him with her little performance earlier, he seems to have unleashed himself. Finally.
Out of his mind with lust, Alexi pounds into her wet cunt, setting a brutal pace. A part of him knows he shouldn’t, that he should be more careful with her. But the other, darker part of him loves dominating her in this way.
He can feel her inner walls starting to flutter around him, but he doesn’t slow, doesn’t stop. He just tugs her hair tighter, slaps her ass again, and keeps pounding into her.
“Oh god!” she moans.
“Louder!” he insists. “Let me hear your screams.”
And as her orgasm crashes through her, she does scream. Her walls clamp down around him, milking him, and she cries out her pleasure, chanting his name like a prayer.
He grunts, trying to hold out for a few more seconds. He’s so close and can feel the pressure building at the base of his spine and his balls drawing up. But she feels so good, he doesn’t want it to end.
“Ahh!” he yells, thrusting again and again, until he finally finds his release and spills himself inside her.
Slowly, deliberately, he continues to slide in and out of her as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm, her body twitching and shaking with the force of her pleasure.
He releases her hair, and she collapses onto the lounger, ass still in the air. Smiling at the sight, Alexi pulls out and places a loving kiss on her reddened butt cheek.
“You okay?” he asks, rubbing her lower back with slow, lazy circles.
“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs. “Just need a minute.”
Alexi chuckles. After tucking himself back into his pants, he carefully scoops her into his arms and wraps her in a towel. He sits back down on the lounger, cradling her in his lap.
“Was I too rough?” he asks, slightly worried.
“No. It was perfect. I loved it. I think…” She hesitates.
“What?” he asks, tipping her chin up with two fingers so she’s looking at him.
“I think—with you—I like it a little rough. I liked knowing that I was the reason you weren’t in complete control.”
He grins down at her. “I haven’t felt in control since you came into my life, Ptichka.”
“Why do you call me that?” Ulayna asks with a frown. “Why ‘little bird’?”
“It suits you,” Alexi says, staring deeply into her eyes.