Chapter 31
Ania looks up at me from her bed, wrapped in blankets. Her freshly showered hair and tired eyes somehow give her an even more vulnerable look. I sit next to her, my hand on hers, feeling like part of me is fused to her. That’s the sort of romantic stuff I never would’ve imagined thinking when this all started.
“Turns out being able to puke on command comes in handy, huh?”
“Hmm,” I say with a smirk.
“Hmm,” she teases, though I can tell the trauma will hit her later. I can see it waiting beneath the surface, getting ready to erupt. If and when it does, I’ll be there. “I helped, didn’t I, in my own way?”
“You helped,” I say, holding her hand even tighter.
“Now what?” she asks.
“You let me watch you sleep.”
She laughs adorably, almost like she’s making a point to laugh, a big fuck-you to this fucked-up world. “No, I mean, with the Bratva and everything.”
“The police in this city don’t give a damn about Roman Kozlov. With my father’s connections, I’d be surprised if anything comes of it. If they come after me, I have contingency plans in place.”
“Alone?” she says.
I lean down, resisting the urge to kiss her passionately, resisting the urge to claim her with all the fierce fire burning through me. I can’t deny it. I can’t fight it. I can’t pretend. I can’t smirk away this desire. “We’re never going to be alone again,” I growl.
“Good,” she murmurs, her eyes beginning to close. “Because I’d become anybody if it means I get to stay with you …”
“You don’t need to become anyone,” I tell her. “You’re exactly who you need to be already.”
“Just need a little more cushion, huh?”
“That’s for your health, not—” I read her smile then grin, promising myself I’ll never forget how magical this woman is. “You’re trying to drive me nuts.”
“I think I’m too late for that.” Her smile turns sleepy. “Will you stay with me?”
“Of course.”
I climb into bed beside her, not caring about tomorrow or that somebody might’ve seen me ice Roman Kozlov. I don’t care about anything except for the warmth of Ania’s body against mine, the heat of her, the closeness, and the fact she’s here: safe, alive, and mine.
Cuddling her closer to me, I cradle her as I wait for the sound of her breathing to change. The past few days replay in my head, from sneaking through those tunnels, finding her in her studio, taking her, the flight, the ballerina, the lodge, the madness. Everything has led to this perfect moment, me holding my woman in my arms, knowing nobody and nothing will ever come between us.
When sleep finally takes me, it’s unlike any sleep I remember since returning from overseas. It’s like I’m drifting into a pool of warm water, letting the current whisk me away. I wake up to the sound of Ania moaning.
I take a second to realize my hand is between her legs, moving up and down. Her moans sound soft yet urgent, and she makes an insistent, keep-going noise when I stop.
“Ania?” I whisper.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was … It’s nothing.”
“No, what?”
“I was sleeping,” I tell her.
Her body stiffens next to me. “Wait, really? How long?”
“I don’t know. A few hours, I guess. What happened?”
“I woke up, and you started touching me, and it felt so good. You’ve been trying not to take advantage of me all this time, but here I am, doing just that.”
She sounds guilty, which is absurd. “Hmm, life’s strange,” I say, slipping my hand back inside her underwear.
The lust-filled sleep monster I became has already taken off her shorts. Her naked pussy feels so damn good, so perfect. I smooth the wetness from her entrance over her folds and her clit, and then linger on her bud when I hear her suck in a breath of near release. I rub her quicker, tilting my head so I can listen to her moaning right against my ear and feel her warmth.
She seems to know what I want, purposefully moaning in my ear, dragging her fingernails down my chest. I’m shirtless, too. We’ve clearly been busy.
“Don’t let me be nervous, okay?” she whispers. “Don’t let me ruin it. I want it. The real thing. I want us.”
“There’s no rush,” I say, my voice trembling. The only reason I even say this is because I know it’s going to be damn near impossible not to let go entirely once I feel her tight virgin hole kissing the tip of my dick.
“Are you kidding? If the last few days have taught us anything, it’s that we shouldn’t wait. Unless you don’t want to …”
With a growl, I grab her wrist and guide her hand to my rock-hard dick. She gasps as though she’s surprised. Then she moves her hand up and down slowly, nervously.
“Like that?”
“You don’t need to ask,” I groan. “Anything you do is perfect, Ania. Just like you. Oh, fuck, I want you so damn bad.”
I kiss her neck, then move down her body, waiting for any sign she’s going to tell me to stop. It would be understandable if she did after all that’s happened, but the closer I get to her heat, the more urgent her moans become.
As I pull her underwear down, I kiss the inside of her legs, loving the way she shivers with each kiss, loving the way her moans dance.
Finally, I lean back, looking at her soaked, tight slit in the lamplight. She glistens with wetness, her tight walls begging for my dick. Pressing my face against her, I savor the smell, the feel, and her taste. She shudders as I drag my tongue across her lips to her clit. I almost stop and ask her if she’s okay, but then my beautiful ballerina smooths her hand through my hair. She wants me to keep going. She needs me to go on as hungrily as I have to.
I realize it’s always been like that with us. I don’t care if “always” shouldn’t mean a damn thing, considering how long we’ve been together. She’s the only person who can make me forget about everything, even if it’s just happened. She’s my world.
Placing my hands on her legs, I caress her thighs as I keep licking her, swiping my tongue faster, moving with the motion of her moans. She gasps and twitches her hips, her breath catching, using her ballerina’s grace to chase the release.
I slide one hand closer to her entrance, then slip my finger inside.
Oh, fuck. She’s so tight. My dick feels like it could explode. So. Damn. Tight.
She wraps her lithe legs around me as if she wants me to get even closer to her. I grab her ass and push myself against her, losing myself with each tongue stroke, feeling like I’m playing an instrument with how she responds to me. Her fingernails scrape against my head as I lick fiercer, harder, faster, and then she makes the sexiest noise.
It’s like she’s letting go, and every bad thing that’s ever happened to her is fading away. Dammit, this orgasm is like poetry.
I want to look up so I can see the lust on her face. I want to watch the desire shimmering through her, but there’s no way I’ll take my attention anywhere else right now. I push my finger deeper into her, swirling it in circles, the heat of her body begging me for more.
Finally, she lets out a long breath, panting. I finally let myself look up. She’s staring down with shock, gripping her features, the corner of her lip twitching in that perfect Ania way.
“Whoa,” she murmurs.
I smirk. “Whoa is right.”
“I want you,” she murmurs.
“I need you,” I growl, kissing my way back up her body, laying myself against her so she can feel my dick pressing through my pants.
She reaches down, stroking my groin as I kiss her neck. I think I might explode when I feel her moving her hand up and down my length. When she tugs at my waistline, I warn myself not to get too excited. She’s so young and innocent, still a virgin.
When she gets past the waistline, and I feel the skin-on-skin contact of her hand wrapped around my dick, I can’t think about anything. It’s all instinct. It’s all passion.
I kneel to shuffle awkwardly out of my shorts, making her laugh in the cutest way.
“Are you mocking me?” I say with a smirk.
She’s about to say something, probably sassy as hell, but then my cock springs free, and whatever words she is about to say fade away. She stares wide-eyed at my manhood.
She licks her lips, then whispers, “Let’s do it, Aiden. Right now. No more waiting.”
“We don’t have to rush.”
She reaches forward and grabs my dick, stroking up and down, spreading precome from my tip to my base, making my whole cock glisten. “I’m not rushing,” she says, “but I want this. I need this. I need you. I don’t want time to think about anything! Thinking’s over.”
I want to say I agree, but I can’t say anything when her hand is moving like this, coaxing me into full-savage mode.
Climbing atop her again, I hold myself up and bring my dick to her, moving it in circles around her entrance, getting her ready to take my release. She’s serious about not wanting me to go slow. She sinks her nails into my shoulders, moaning, nodding, coaxing.
“Fuck,” I growl as I push forward and guide my dick inside of her. Her hole widens around my tip, but she takes it. Oh, hell. She takes it inch by inch as I keep going, and the whole time, she’s moaning and nodding at me, her eyes wide, almost in fascination.
“It feels so right,” she murmurs. “Oh my God, Aiden. It feels …”
She leans up and kisses me. She doesn’t notice or care that her taste is still on my lips. I kiss her passionately, guiding myself deeper until I feel her slit right at my base. She bites down on my lip, making the most lust-filled hmmmm noise. I smirk, and her eyes widen in recognition when she realizes what she’s done.
We start to rock together, my dick sliding out of her and then back in. Slowly, I try to tell myself. Slowly, but it’s too difficult. It’s too tempting. I end up arching my hips and pushing into her even harder, letting her feel just how badly I need her.
She nods and slides down as I arch up, then bounces up when I pull out, matching my tempo. I know her brothers are in the apartment somewhere, but this is a big place, and fuck it, I can’t care about the sound of her moans or the bed whining or anything. All I can care about is how tight and perfect she feels around my dick, about how carefree she sounds, about the fact our bodies feel like they were made for each other.
She reaches up and takes my face in her hands, clutching onto me so that we maintain eye contact as we completely lose ourselves in the pleasure. My young virgin—well, ex-virgin—takes everything I have to give, her tight pussy stretching around my dick.
Her eyelids flutter like the orgasm is working its way through every single nerve, like she’s going to explode. My seed threatens to spill from my shaft, and it’s only now it hits me. Dammit.
“Wuh-what?” she moans, gasping.
“I’m not wearing …”
“No,” she snaps. “I don’t … care. Keep going!”
I’m about to ask, are you sure? But then she starts to pulse around my dick, her pleasure completely taking over. There’s nothing that can stop me now, especially when I feel my seed rushing up my shaft and pushing right against my tip.
I keep pumping, owning her pussy, knowing I was always talking crap when I said this wasn’t instant, that I didn’t think she was mine the moment I saw her.
Maybe I didn’t want to believe it, but hell.
She’s moving so quickly now, rocking on my dick, using my shoulders to pull herself closer and then push herself away. When the orgasm hits her, she closes her eyes, but then she opens them like she’s mad at herself, like she doesn’t want to miss a single second of what we’re sharing.
She moans and nods like she’s begging for my release. My vision blurs. Every single inch of my skin tingles. The end of my cock throbs as the seed pulses out of me, wave after wave of it, making my tip pulse as I empty myself inside of her.
Finally, I collapse atop her. She wraps her arms tightly around me, her breath coming fast in my ears, high-pitched and flooded with pleasure.
“I love you,” she whispers, then bites my shoulder. “Sorry,” she mumbles.
“I love you too,” I tell her huskily. “So much, Ania. More than could ever make sense.”
“It was just a couple of days ago we were pretending we hated each other.”
“It was always pretending,” I say. “When we saw each other in the studio, I was supposed to be the bad guy. You were supposed to be my prey. Even then, I knew you were special. I knew we had something special.”
“Me too,” she whispers, “which means we’re nuts.”
“Then let’s be nuts together,” I say, “because I’ll never stop loving you.”