Chapter 59
Fifty-Nine
I don't know who moved first but next thing I knew we were entangled in a passionate kiss.
I drew in a small breath and he surprised me by dipping a little further and softly pulling on my top lip with both of his.
I angled my jaw up, giving him what he wanted, but what he so desperately needed too.
His fingers pressed deeper into my hip and my hand threaded the hair at his nape.
Our mouths held steady, I could sense he was holding back.
His lips trembled on mine, the beating of his heart pounded viciously against the palm of my hand.
This time, I opened my mouth a little bit and searched his, curious to see what he'd do. It didn't take more than two milliseconds for his tongue to seek mine.
My hand slid to the back of his neck so both my arms circled his shoulders, and I guided him to me while I took in his slow, sensual kiss.
Kova's tongue swept around mine like a cozy fire stirring deep inside my stomach.
He let out a soft, almost heartbreaking whimper, tugging the strings of my heart as he kissed me deep.
This was a man who knew how to express his emotions through a kiss.
Leaning into him, our bodies pressed together.
Kova's hand skimmed the side of my body, over my hip and up my ribs.
His thumb moved around my bare breast beneath my shirt, then under my arm and behind my back.
I moved to fit him on the bed, but he surprised me by nudging my knees open to rest between my thighs.
I swallowed, taking his lips with mine. We fit seamlessly together.
We'd never just kissed like this before, carnal yet slow, as if we were exploring each other's mouths, and I loved it.
It was different. The most sensual yet emotional kiss, as if he was trying to tell me something through his kiss that his words could not express.
I couldn't help but feel it in the pit of my stomach that something wasn't right, but I pushed the negative thoughts aside and gave him what he clearly was in need of…
Me.
He kissed me slow and deep, and so damn good.
But he needed more. I could sense the resolve in his lips.
Our bodies acted on their own harmony and wrapped around each other until there was no breathable space between us.
The friction heated and soon we were both engulfed in the most passionate kiss we'd ever had.
Our hands were everywhere, we couldn't get enough of touching each other.
Kova carefully rested his weight on me, pinning me to the bed.
He was heavy, but for whatever reason, I loved feeling his body hold me down.
It was sexy and so very primal the way he covered his body over mine.
My hips widened, allowing him to nestle further into me as our mouths continued their assault on each other.
He rolled his hips up and into mine, his knee slid under my thigh to get closer to me, and he pressed his erection into my sex.
I was already wet and aching for this man.
The man who had been there for me in more ways than anyone else this past year.
A man who I owed so much more than just my gratitude.
Kova's fingers dug into the skin at my hips.
He tugged on my panties and I lifted my hips for him to pull them off.
I moved my palms to his waist and pulled on the material of his shirt to untuck it.
Kova let out a low breath as I unbuttoned his shirt, my hands instantly going for his skin like they ached to touch just him.
I could never grow tired of him and feeling his strength.
Breaking the kiss, he kept his lips to mine as he breathed into me. Our eyes locked onto each other's and my chest sank at the emotion shining in his.
Regret clouded Kova's entire face and I felt it in my gut he needed so much more than I could give him right now. I would try though, because he deserved no less from me.
My fingers immediately found his lips and I traced them, my eyes frantically scanned all around his face, trying to figure out why he was hurting so bad, what he was fighting inside his chest.
"Prosti," he said. "Prosti…"
"Kova…what's going on… Talk to me," I asked softly, worry etched in my words.
He shook his head and kissed me, then pulled back and sat on his knees and stared down. He removed his shirt as his gaze moved down my body. I sat up and placed my hands flat to his chest.
Kova didn't say a word. He just stared into my eyes, pleading, begging, but for what, I didn't know.
"Prosti," he said again, this time a little more broken.
Whatever he needed was his to take.
He placed his palms on my hips and skimmed higher, taking my shirt with him. Slowly, he pulled it over my head and my thick hair tumbled around my shoulders. He watched it fall, then cupped my neck, his fingers threading in my wavy locks as he slanted my face and kissed me like he did before.
There was no denying Kova was speaking to me through his kiss, through his body, through the hurt that he was going through. In this moment, I knew he needed me as much as I needed him.
I knew it. My heart knew it.
Tentatively, I reached for the buckle of his belt, then the button, and then I slowly unzipped his pants.
Kova leaned into me and guided me gently onto my pillow.
He drew back and stood, removing his pants and dropping them to the floor.
Our eyes never leaving each other's, the connection too strong between us to break our gazes, as he climbed back into bed and crawled toward me.
"Pozhalyusta prosti, menya," he said that prosti word again and I started to wonder why he repeated it over and over with such suffering. Settling himself between my legs, he looked deep into my eyes while he positioned himself at my entrance.
"You deserve so much better," he said, then slowly but firmly pushed inside.
Reaching behind him, Kova pulled the blanket over us and pushed in a little deeper.
The look in his gaze made me want to cry.
My heart was breaking because I knew with every fiber of my being that something wasn't okay.
The finality of his words, the way he spoke them, it was like he was saying goodbye.
"Go slow, it's been a long time," I said so soft and so gentle. I didn't want him to pull away, but it'd been a while, months, since we’d been so intimate. He could be a savage when he wanted to, but I got the impression it wasn't like that this time for him.
I got the feeling Kova needed someone to breathe air into him.
Nodding, he dipped his chin down and kissed me. I savored the feel of his body. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my heels into the back of his thighs, holding him tighter to me.
"Prosti," he repeated, and my heart started to split down the center.
Kova pulled out and pushed slowly back in all the way.
I sighed into his mouth, trying to adjust to his width.
It was tight for me at first, but I blocked out the discomfort and took all of him.
He did it again, kissing me deep and hard as he thrust in.
My back arched, my chest rose, meeting his, and I gasped into his mouth.
Strong arms enveloped me. Kova trembled as he held me tightly to him, as if he were holding on for dear life.
"Take what you need," I said, panting against his lips. I looked into his distressed eyes. "Take all of me… I'm yours."
And he did. Kova didn’t hesitate. His hips pulled back and slammed into me, a wave of euphoria rushed through me.
My eyes rolled shut from the pleasure as he pulled out so devastatingly slow I could feel every inch of his hardness, even the vein I was familiar with that twirled down the front of his shaft.
I felt every inch of his bare length. Kova pulled out just enough so I could feel the crown of his head teasing my entrance.
"Look at me," he demanded in a whisper.
I did…and I blew out a breath.
Kova said a string of words in Russian, trying desperately to keep his emotions together.
Just as I thought he would surge back in and ravage me, he pressed in so slow I almost begged him to go faster.
His eyes never left mine and a gasp rolled off my lips as he took me all the way.
I moaned and so did he. I reached up, but he pressed both my hands to the bed next to my head and laced his fingers with mine. He was breathing so hard.
"No, let me, please. I need this control right now," he begged, breaking. "I need you."
"Anything," I said softly.
He shook his head. Bending down, he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth while his hips rolled in and out into mine, hitting the little bundle of nerves every time.
I couldn't stop the sounds escaping my parted lips when he dipped his mouth to my neck and kissed me everywhere.
My hips met his thrusts, over and over, and the groaning sounds Kova made, made me feel sublime.
His fingers held mine so tight, I felt his struggle, and when he let out a low and long moan, I almost came. It was the sexiest sound in the world.
"Oh, my God," I said breathlessly. "Kova…" I needed to touch him, he somehow managed to release his hold on me, and I grabbed the back of his head, clutching him.
"Mne ochen zhal," he responded on another moan. He twitched inside me and I didn't have it in me to ask him to pull out.
Fuck the consequences.