Chapter 3
ASTRID
Isurrender because there’s nowhere else left to go.
“I knew you’d be delicious,” Yuri murmurs against my ear, his voice rough silk.
He trails wet kisses down the side of my neck while his hands roam shamelessly up and down my body.
Touching.
Memorizing every inch of me. Kneading and squeezing without hesitation, without apology, as if I were always his, as if I belong to him.
“This is insane,” I manage.
But Yuri doesn’t let me fall prey to guilt or shame. He pins me against the cabinet, the porcelain sink pressing into my lower back, and he kisses me like there’s no tomorrow.
“Then don’t think,” he says, pressing me back until the counter catches my spine. His mouth finds mine again, demanding, relentless, the taste of coffee and heat coiling between us.
Our tongues clash, and I taste the hints of coffee and whiskey coming off him in tantalizing waves.
My top is the first to go, and for a moment, I feel awfully self-conscious.
I can’t help myself.
My body has always been too much. Too soft. Too full. I’ve spent years sucking in my stomach, choosing clothes that hide my hips, pretending I take up less space than I do. Now there is nowhere to hide.
“I… I don’t usually do this,” I insist, my cheeks flushed.
He looks at me like I am excess in the best possible way.
Yuri studies me, eyes dark with something that feels like reverence. “Astrid,” he says softly, breath hitching. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
With one swift move, he unclasps the front of my lace bra, and they’re free.
He smiles like the devil himself. “Fucking hell. You are the definition of sin. The moment I set my eyes on you, I knew I had to have you.”
Without hesitation, he lowers his head and kisses my right breast, taking his sweet time around the nipple.
His tongue draws wet circles before he wraps his lips around it and suckles hard.
“Oh, fuck,” I exhale sharply.
A thousand tiny lightning bolts spread through my ribcage, a ravishing storm unraveling as liquid heat pools between my legs.
“You’re so soft,” he marvels, fondling my breasts and teasing each nipple with equal and knee-melting attention to detail. Like my body was made to be touched this way.
Yuri stills and raises his head to look at me. “You’re a real woman. Look at these curves, dammit…”
He lifts my skirt up, revealing my chunky hips and thighs.
The parts I’ve spent years trying to shrink.
“Yuri…”
“You were designed for me, Astrid.”
He kisses me again, and I welcome him, my thoughts dissolving into a puddle of mindless arousal. His right hand moves downward while the left stays glued to my breast—as if I might slip from his firm grip altogether if he stops touching me.
My own hands go wild, feeling him up and down through his power suit.
I register the hard muscles, each chiseled to perfection underneath his shirt and jacket. I need to get rid of these, I tell myself, and proceed to undress him. Our mouths are busy devouring one another.
His hand slips under my panties.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers gliding between my wet folds. “So wet and so hot, already.”
The panties come off. I barely register the moment.
“I blame you, Yuri.”
“Guilty as charged, but I need to do something about it.”
I almost laugh as I pull back to look at him. By the gods, he’s gorgeous. His shoulders are broad, his chest is massive.
His arms look like he could snap me in half like a twig, vigorous veins traveling along his forearms. His nipples are hard, visible through a thin layer of dark curls.
And still, he looks at me like I’m the dangerous one.
My fingertips tingle as I brush over them.
His middle finger circles my swollen clit until my breath breaks.
The tension quickly becomes unbearable, and I kiss him again.
He massages my breast, tighter and tighter while he teases my tender nub over and over. The pattern is repetitive and driving me insane.
“I could do this all day and still not get enough of you,” he groans, his eyes darkening as they meet mine once more.
“Don’t stop,” I beg him.
“Why would I?”
He presses the bottom of his palm against my clit and drives two fingers inside me.
I hold my breath.
“I need to feel you, Astrid.”
“Oh, Yuri…”
He finger-fucks me into oblivion, and I lose all sense of time and space as an orgasm ravages me to the core.
I come hard, quivering and gasping for air as he goes deeper and faster.
I hear the slickness of his fingers squeezing me dry, my core unwinding as the pressure comes off in waves.
Ripples across a lake, just as the storm hits.
He kisses me, my moans muffled to keep this affair to ourselves.
I ride the feeling until the haze lifts from my eyes and see him again.
Dark and tall and menacing and oh, so hungry.
“I have to taste you,” Yuri declares.
“Yuri…,” I sigh, then giggle as he kisses me one more time before he lifts me off the floor and has me sitting on the counter’s edge.
I feel as light as a feather in his arms.
In his embrace, my weight is not something to apologize for.
I lean back, my eyes rolling into my head when Yuri goes down. He dives face first into my wet, swollen pussy. His tongue dismantles the last pillars of self-respect that I have left, but I don’t mind. It feels incredible.
The she-wolf in me howls as Yuri devours me.
“Oh, God,” I gasp when he glides his tongue from my entrance up to my clit, then closes his lips around it.
I shove my hand in his rich, soft hair, desperate to keep him there, because tension gathers once more in my womb, as tight as lightning in a bottle.
I shudder and squirm as he sucks my clit, his tongue applying expert pressure while his fingers continue their exploration.
“I’m in heaven,” I moan.
“Or the best part of hell…”
He groans and goes feral, licking and sucking and slurping every drop of my arousal while his fingers curl with every retreating motion.
I hold on to the counter with one hand, whimpering and swaying my hips to meet his mouth. I’m so close to the edge again, I can feel my mind coming apart at the seams.
Bit by bit, I lose all sense of who I am and where I was going.
I forget my own name as Yuri takes me higher into the stratosphere, higher than this plane ever could.
The Mile High Club is all it’s cracked up to be, from where I’m sitting and—“FUCK!” I cry out and quickly cover my mouth as I come again.
It’s shocking.
It’s all consuming.
It’s so intense and so powerful that I gush like a fountain, while Yuri works me into overdrive. It almost hurts, but I can’t stop, I don’t want it to stop. He moans as he consumes me, as he savors every bit of me.
“Fuck… Fuck…” I hiss, my eyes closed as I explode into a billion tiny suns, each sparkling brighter than the other.
“Good girl,” Yuri hums as he comes back up.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a ravenous kiss, tasting myself on his lips.
It’s inebriating, addictive, and fifty shades of decadent, and I love every fucking second of this.
I’ll regret it later.
Right now, however, I need more.
“I need you inside me,” I whisper against his lips.
Yuri stills, one hand already busy unbuckling his belt. “What’s the magic word?”
“Please?”
“Say it again,” he commands me, and I eagerly obey.
Heat rises to my cheeks. My breasts tingle with anticipation as my gaze drops and I see his cock spring free. A beast so thick and big and veiny, I crumble on the inside, already.
“Please, Yuri. I need you inside me,” I say, licking my lips.
“What will you do for it?” he asks.
My mind moves fast. Faster than I ever imagined it could move as I dig through a darker side of me I rarely ever considered tapping into.
I look at Yuri and smile. I tell myself again that I’ll regret this later. Our time in this restroom is limited.
Might as well see it through to the end.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock—barely. I feel it, hot and pulsating with desire, begging to go deep.
“I’ll come again,” I say.
“Hm. Like honey….”
Without hesitation, he spears me with his full length. I hold my breath, shocked by his gargantuan girth, then wrap my legs around his waist, eager to fuse with him—maybe forever.
“Oh, God,” I whisper.
“You’re even hotter on the inside, Astrid.”
I can’t even process another thought at this point.
I’m stretched beyond my wildest dreams as he fills me to the brim. The first thrust is purely exploratory.
I feel every glorious inch of this man go so deep, he may poke me in the stomach. The second thrust is more determined, our gazes locked as the final decision is made.
We’re both responsible for what comes next.
His left hand slips between us, while his right arm coils around my waist and pulls me closer. His fingers find me raw and ready for more, and the third thrust ignites a madness that can no longer be stopped.
“You were made for me,” he whispers and kisses me, while he teases my tender clit.
I can’t control my own body anymore.
He fucks me deep and hard, possessing my body and my soul as if I was, in fact, made precisely for this moment, for this unexpected and mind-blowing union.
I welcome him, and it feels so good, so right, so natural. I let go of everything in this moment as his fingers rub and circle and nudge me closer to yet another fall from the edge of the world.
“That’s a good girl,” Yuri says, his lips brushing against mine.
“Oh, yes…”
“Come for me, I can feel you.”
“I’m so close, Yuri.”
“You are…”
On and on, he consumes me. He pounds into me, harder and deeper and faster. The plane trembles, ever so slightly, but I don’t care anymore. It could crash right now, and I would die the happiest woman.
I whisper his name, over and over, holding on for dear life as he buries himself deep inside me.
The snap is almost unexpected.
The climax is all-consuming, and I writhe in his embrace as he drills me like a beast, emboldened by my response. My hips rise to meet him at every thrust, and he claims me, he takes me, he splits me in half.
“Yes,” he growls, my hot juices glazing his cock as he revels in the sensation.
He goes harder.
Harder, until he stiffens deep inside me. I feel it. The heat spreading through my core, the release coming in waves like a devastating wildfire.
We kiss, and it’s different.
Softer. Tender. Thankful, almost, as I fall apart in his strong arms.
“You truly are one of a kind,” Yuri says, letting a heavy sigh out.
“Yuri,” I manage, melting against him.
I’m soft. I’m boneless and breathless, smiling as I breathe him in. I hope to memorize his scent, to wrap myself in his darkness. It feels good and right and perfect, even if my lower back aches a little against his wretched sink.
“Dangerously addictive,” he says and slowly pulls back.
It feels strange, his absence from my body. It’s as if I’ve spent my whole life missing a piece, and now that I’ve found it, he’s taking it away from me. I know, deep down, that I cannot ask for more. I can see it in his eyes.
The muted sadness, wrapped in shadows and mystery, wrapped in truths he cannot speak.
I know nothing about him.
Yet I feel like I’ve known him forever.
“You look like a rose in bloom,” he says as he picks my panties off the floor. With slow and gentle movements, he helps me put them back on.
I’m speechless, suddenly disappointed that it’s come to an end. The afterglow is downright delicious, but I know the real world awaits just beyond this door.
Quietly, he makes sure I’m fully dressed and looking decent before he puts his shirt and jacket back on. A few minutes pass in heavy silence—not awkward silence, just heavy—as we get cleaned up and make sure we look the part before we go back to our seats.
He’s right, though, I notice as I gaze upon my reflection.
I’ve got roses blossoming in my cheeks and a spark in my eyes. The kind of spark I never thought I’d see in them. Yuri takes me in his arms and plants a soft kiss on my temple.
“I’ll go out, first,” he says.
I nod slowly.
“This isn’t something I can ever forget,” he adds, then unlocks the door and leaves.
I need a moment to myself. A splash of cold water to my face as I try to regain my composure. I keep wondering what life will be like after this. What I will do, because everything has fallen out of focus.
My mission. My trip to Paris. The mystery regarding my origins was enough of a doozy on its own. Now, I’m already pining for a man I may never cross paths with, ever again. And I have mixed feelings about it.
“Get it together, girlie,” I tell my reflection.
Easier said than done, but somehow, I manage to pull myself together.
Once I come out of the bathroom, I walk past the flight attendant without so much as a glance, terrified that if we make eye contact, she’ll figure out what just happened. First class looks as tranquil and as ritzy as I left it.
The cabin lights have been lowered, the world softened to a hush of shadows and half-sleep.
And Yuri is back in his seat, unfolding a blanket for me.
“Come. Rest. We both need it,” he says, smiling as he looks up.
“I could sleep forever,” I reply and settle down.
He wraps the blanket around me and keeps me close. I let my head rest on his shoulder, wondering if now is the moment I wake up and realize it was all just a dream. But it’s real. It happened.
And my body has memorized every second of it.