Chapter 33 Sera
SERA
Ilever up on my elbows just in time to see Alik drop to his knees beside the bed.
He drags my jeans and underwear off in one swift movement, yanking me forward by the legs in the next.
He’s determined, and so strong, I can only grapple with the comforter, barely grabbing two handfuls before Alik dives face first between my legs.
He doesn’t give me any warning. No chance to brace for impact. One second, I’m sliding across the bed, the next I’m drowning under a wave of exquisite pleasure as Alik drags his tongue through my slit.
The sound is wet and salacious and sends a spasm through my limbs as he does it again, and again, and again.
“Fuck me, moya voitelnitsa. You taste even better than I remember.” The praise rumbles against my pussy, the only chance Alik has to take a breath before he dives back in.
Tongue, lips, teeth, fingers. He uses them all to wind me tighter and tighter.
The stubble on his jaw abrades my inner thighs, his shoulders as unforgiving as marble as he holds me spread out like a feast.
He tongues my clit and my back arches off the mattress.
He licks a line to my entrance and I pull his hair.
He thrusts inside me and I start to unravel, my muscles clutching and grabbing at him, each flutter more intense than the last as he teaches me a new way to lose my mind.
“Oh, cazzo! Fuck, Alik.” My voice is thready, almost non-existent. “Th-that feels amazing.” He nips at my swollen lips, my inner thigh, my clit. I yank his hair harder.
“You are amazing, moya voitelnitsa.” He tears his gaze away from his prize and crawls it up my body. It’s electric, a shock to the soul when his eyes finally meet mine. “Watch,” he says, licking his lips. “Watch how absolutely fucking amazing you are.”
Watch?
I’m too close to coming to think straight. His words don’t make sense until he tugs one arm, coaxing me into a sitting position. My legs are draped over his shoulders, his body broad and powerful and so very close to my core that I instantly feel vulnerable.
I’m spread so wide open, exposed in the most elemental way, and Alik looks up at me, my arousal coating his lips and chin and he smiles. A flash of bright joy, of absolute adoration, and it stokes the fire in my belly. Coaxes out a fresh wave of arousal for him to devour.
And he does, so thoroughly I’m left gasping, grabbing at him to stop from falling backwards.
I dig my nails into his skin, gnaw my lip when his muscles flex against the bite.
He’s lapping at me, drawing out the pleasure in long, lazy licks that start at my entrance and run to my clit and back down again.
It’s the epitome of luxuriousness, to be worshipped like this, and I’m about to close my eyes, to sink into the feeling, when I catch our reflection in the window.
The blinds on my bedroom windows are open. The night sky outside and the soft lighting inside conspire to turn the glass into a mirror, one that perfectly frames Alik on his knees, his face in my pussy, my hands on his shoulders.
I can see the shift and play of his back as he moves against me. See the tattooed wings dance and flicker as he pushes me higher and higher. I can’t look away from the man I once thought a devil, bowed down and exulting me like my own personal angel.
Flying me closer and closer to heaven.
Between my thighs, Alik pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks.
My breath hitches, my brain stutters.
He slides his hands beneath my ass, gripping my cheeks hard. Sucking harder.
I lose control, crying out as I clutch at him and my heels thrash against his back and my orgasm explodes so deep within me it feels like I’m melting from the inside out.
I’m blind, near deaf as Alik licks me one more time, satisfaction rumbling in his chest as he drinks his reward.
Then, he’s above me, on me, stripping off the rest of my clothes and rearranging my limbs as he settles his hard body against mine. He nudges my entrance with his cock and I nod. Yes.
He drives home with a guttural groan, and instantly I’m so full. I didn’t think I had any breath left, but Alik takes up so much space inside my body all the oxygen leaves me in a rush. I’m lightheaded and dizzy and drunk on him as he starts to move.
My hands flutter at his hips, stroking, then holding on tight.
He keeps himself propped on shaking arms, his head bowed next to mine, his breath hot against my ear as he starts up a rhythm. “My good girl,” he whispers. “You are so amazing. Feel so fucking amazing.”
I can’t open my eyes, but I feel my lips curl, feel the smile stretch my face.
Alik kisses me like he has to taste that smile. “So fucking gorgeous.” He thrusts harder, his hips pressing me into the mattress. “The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
I wrap my legs around his hips, drape my arms over his shoulders, drag him down till we’re rubbing skin against sweaty skin.
“I love having you inside me,” I confess. “I love when you come inside of me.” I bite his lip, lick away the sting. “Come inside me, Alik. I need to feel your cum inside me.”
“Oh, fuck.” Alik breaks, his control obliterated as he starts to fuck me harder, wilder. His rhythm is punishing, the drive of his hip so harsh we slide across the bed. The antique frame creaks beneath us and I don’t care of it breaks. I just want him to lose himself in me.
I just want him.
On his next stroke, Alik finds that blissful spot inside me. I didn’t think I could come again, but he’s stroking me and hitting my clit just right with every slam of his hips, and I feel the crest building as he presses his lips against my ear.
“I am so fucking obsessed with you.” His lips are scalding, breath ragged. He thrusts harder, faster. “You’re mine. I’m never letting you go.”
I dig my teeth into his shoulder.
His hips stutter. My pussy clenches.
Alik groans, and I open my eyes. Watch, memorized, as he tips his head back, mouth open, his entire frame shaking as he gives in to the inevitable.
Alik’s cock throbs inside me, his release coming in thick, hot waves. It triggers my orgasm, my body responding to his call, my channel clenching around him so tight there’s no chance of escape.
Alik sinks against me, pinning me to the mattress. Our hearts are pounding, one right against the other.
No. There’s no chance of escape.
“Alik! NO!” Everything is moving in slow motion. Me, Alik, the bullet. I’m screaming, trying to push him out of the way, but it’s like moving through water. My limbs are too heavy, my movements painfully slow.
I’m screaming louder, trying to stop him. Trying to will his body to go in any other direction than the one it’s traveling. It’s not working. Nothing is working and I’m watching him throw himself between me and the bullet.
The impact is reverberating in my bones.
He’s groaning as he hits the ground, blood soaking his shirt and splattering across the floor. It’s spreading so, so fast.
I’m running toward him, skidding across the now-slippery surface.
Bullets are whizzing over our heads. Dimitri is shouting something I can’t understand.
The pounding in my head is threatening to split my skull wide open, and my throat is painfully dry as I’m shaking Alik.
His eyes are closed, his skin cool to the touch.
“No, Alik. No, no, please.” I’m kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his lips, but he’s motionless.
“You can’t die!” I’m yelling at him, pounding his chest. “You can’t die and leave me!
Please, please, please don’t leave me.” My hands are getting redder by the second, his blood soaking into my skin and staining my clothes and sinking deep beneath my nails.
I’m calling Alik’s name, sobbing it, and no matter where I touch him or how I try to revive him, he’s dead on the ground. Killed, because of me. I’ve lost the one person I care most about in this world all because he took a bullet meant for me…
I bolt upright in bed, my pulse rate so high I’m dizzy. My hair is damp with sweat, my palms clammy.
It was a dream.
Panicked, I twist in the sheets, looking for proof of Alik.
He’s face down next to me, head turned toward me, disheveled hair sticking to the pillow in the most adorable way possible.
Asleep, he looks softer, cuter than when he’s awake, and my heart does that squeezing thing it’s gotten into the habit of doing when he’s around.
I stare at him, watching his inhales come at regular intervals.
He’s breathing. He’s alive. It was all a dream.
But only because Renzo’s attack played out differently.
Dimitri caught the bullet, not Alik. Someone was still shot, still hurt because of me.
I sink back against the headboard, wrapping my arms tightly around my chest. It’s pitch-black outside, no moon to speak of.
I don’t know how long I’ve slept, but now that I’m awake reality feels a lot harsher, colder, than when Alik and I were all twined up in each other.
Everything we did felt like bliss.
Now, no amount of dreaming can keep the monsters away. Renzo is going to keep coming for me, he’s made that very clear. The question is: who is going to get hurt next time? I can’t let it be Alik.
I look at the man I love one more time, studying his face, memorizing his tattoo, reliving the moments from just hours ago when we were as close as two people could be. I let myself indulge for several silent minutes before steeling my nerves and slipping out of the bed.
I throw on clothes, grab my phone, and tiptoe out of the room, closing the bedroom door behind me with barely a click. My body temperature plummets as I stare at my phone, counting down the seconds to the point of no return.
I haven’t called his number in years, but, amazingly, I still remember it. With my teeth practically cutting through my bottom lip, I tap the numbers, hit dial, and wait.