Chapter 27 #2
More lies. “Oh, what movie?” I question.
“Uhm,” she starts. “I forget the name of it,” she mutters miserably.
“So forgetful, Savina,” I tell her before slowly slipping out of my leather jacket.
Underneath, my black, long-sleeve compression shirt shows off every muscle I’ve worked hard for over the years, and I’m so glad I’m wearing it right now, because Savina’s eyes trail over every inch of me just then.
I step closer, her breath stuttering inside her chest as I tower over her.
“What were you really doing, privighetoare mic??” I ask her.
I expect her to dodge the question again, but she surprises the hell out of me when she says, “I was pleasuring myself.”
My cock springs to life at her words, pressing painfully against the zipper of my leather pants. Fuck, I was not expecting that.
“Did you need some help with that as well?” I offer.
Once again, she shocks me by whispering, “Yes, please.”
“Lay down on the bed,” I command, and she obeys. So willing, so compliant. Fuck, she must truly be out of her mind with lust right now.
I walk over to her and grab her ankle before sliding her down the length of the bed. She yelps in surprise, and I grin. Roughly, I pull off her shorts in one fell swoop, throwing them to the carpeted floor. Next, I peel off her teal, lacy panties, before adding them to the pile.
She’s bare for me and shyly trying to hide herself with her hands.
“Don’t,” I growl. “Let me see you, Savina.”
Biting her lower lip, she slowly pulls her hands away and places them on the bed.
My gaze meets hers as I tell her, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I don’t want you to ever hide from me. Do you understand?”
She hesitates but eventually nods in confirmation.
“Ce fat? cuminte,” I whisper before dropping to my knees before my awaiting goddess.
I hook her legs around my shoulders, part her lips with my fingers and feast upon her like a desperate, starving man.
She’s still wet from her self-care earlier, and I lap up her juices, loving the taste of her.
Fuck, nothing has ever tasted sweeter than her pussy.
Hearing Savina’s moans in real life and not through my phone is beyond euphoric. A melodic rivulet of notes and screams come from her mouth, and I only want to pull more from her to create my very own symphony of her pleasure in my head.
My tongue doesn’t leave an inch of her untouched.
I swirl the tip around her puckered hole, which earns me a loud gasp.
And then I lick up the length of her slit before gently nipping at her little hooded bud.
Savina begins to squirm as she tries to escape the intense pleasure I’m giving her, but I wrap my hands around her thighs, holding her even closer to me.
I can barely breathe at this point, but I couldn’t care less.
Dying between her thighs would be an amazing death.
“Dimitri!” she cries, her voice hoarse.
I take a moment to come up for air and meet her gaze. “You still think I’m the villain, Savina?” I ask her before I pinch her clit between my fingers.
“Yes!” she shouts before a sob leaves her lips.
“Then why do you keep moaning my name, privighetoare mic??” I ask her with a smirk against her wet flesh.
Savina doesn’t answer me in words. No, she’s mumbling nonsensical things as I dive back in and completely devour her. My fingers begin running around her slit, slipping shallowly into her pussy. She’s gripping my fingers so tightly as her legs begin to spasm. She’s close. So damn close.
I ease back, wanting to draw it out, and that earns me a frustrated cry.
She wants me. She wants me so badly that all common sense went right out the window and she’s willingly allowing me to give her this much pleasure.
That makes my cock fucking hard. What I would give to be able to fuck her right now.
But once again, I have to tame the beast, because she’s not mine to take. Not yet anyway.
Instead, I put all of my focus on giving her pleasure so that she will always want me just as much as I want her. Her thighs quake in my grip as I hold her close to my mouth, greedily feasting upon her wet pussy. She can’t escape an ounce of pleasure now. I simply won’t allow it.
I focus my tongue on her clit, licking her until her back bows off the bed and she’s crying out my name. The sound is music to my ears.
I can sense the impending orgasm. And when it hits, I know she’s experiencing pleasure that she probably never thought she would.
Her entire body begins to tremble as her mouth opens on a scream.
I don’t dare stop. If anything, my tongue speeds up and my fingers go a little deeper, drawing out her orgasm.
Her clit throbs against my mouth as she gasps and calls out my name one final time.
And just when I think she’s going to go insane with the amount of pleasure I’m giving her, she suddenly goes limp in my arms.
What the fuck?
I gently lower her legs down to the bed and stand over her. Savina passed out. I don’t know whether to be proud or worried. I lean over her, making sure she’s breathing and that she’s okay, and everything seems to check out.
Satisfied that she’s alive but just sleeping from clearly having a sensory overload, I tuck her in, drawing up the blankets and watching her for several minutes. Fuck, she looks so damn beautiful and peaceful.
When I turn to leave, I spot the unfinished vanity in the corner of the room. Savina didn’t get very far with her little project; only managing to put together one of the tiny drawers. Sighing, I walk over to it and grab the instructions off the dresser.
While Savina sleeps, I carefully put the vanity together. It’s a pain in the ass, but at least she won’t have to do it herself. I know it was frustrating the hell out of her anyway.
Once I’m finished, I neatly put away all of her makeup and brushes that she has piled on top of a nearby box, putting them in order by brand name, size and color.
I step back and admire my work, feeling oddly satisfied that I completed the task and that I helped Savina.
I’ve never felt anything like this before.
Sure, I help my father with his business all the time, but it usually ends up with someone dying.
This was rewarding in a totally different way.
Just thinking about how excited she’ll be when she wakes up and sees the vanity that I put together for her has my chest aching with emotions that really shouldn’t be there.
I press my hand against the ache, willing it away.
Taking one last, long look at Savina sleeping peacefully in her bed, I leave her room and close the door, forcing myself to leave all of these new feelings I’m having behind. I can’t get attached to her. Because if I do, it will truly kill me in the end when I have to give her away to my brother.