Chapter 37 #2
Frustration burns under my skin, and quite a few choice words come to mind because he’s choosing to stay away. It’s not a necessity. It’s not out of his control because nothing is out of his control.
He’s making me so angry because I don’t want him to run headfirst into this war and get himself killed for being stubborn. Surprisingly enough, I don’t want to move forward with my life without him in it.
Despite everything that’s happened, everything he’s done, Gavriil somehow managed to carve out his own little spot in my heart. My soul.
And this may be the last time I ever see him.
Unable to quell the need swelling in my chest, I throw my arms around his neck and crush my lips against his.
Gavriil staggers back a step out of surprise, but he bounces back quickly, his arms winding around my back to pull me closer.
I tilt my head, our mouths perfectly melding together as I push my fingers into his hair. I kiss him until I can’t breathe and then some, not wanting to break apart. Not wanting to come up for air.
I just want to breathe him in as much as I can.
Gavriil slips his arms between mine and clips both necklaces around my neck, finalizing his goodbye. “Take care of yourself and him, Alina.”
Pain lances through my chest. I’ll have all of Dominik, but I’ll only have the memory of Gavriil. Is that all he really wants me to have of him?
If he would let me, I would take more.
I want more.
I want him. All of him too.
And I know that he wants me, that he cares about me, even if he won’t admit it. He’s either too scared to say the words or he doesn’t know how to show it.
That’s why I do something I never thought I would do for Gavriil.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor before reaching for the button of my jeans.
“Alina…” Gavriil inhales as he stares at me. “What are you doing?”
What am I doing?
I haven’t even slept with Dominik yet, but I want Gavriil. Right now. I’m choosing this for myself. I’m taking control of my life for once.
Gavriil’s goal was to break me down into submission but being around him has only strengthened my resolve, made me stronger. Now more than ever, I know what I want, and I can fight harder for it than before.
“I’m getting undressed so you can say goodbye to me, Gavriil.”
I know that this won’t change his mind. Still, I challenge him.
Gavriil moves toward me and slides his hand up into my hair. He grips the strands, his body tensing like he’s in a war inside of his own mind as he stares down at me stepping out of my pants. Whatever he’s fighting against, he finally surrenders. His lips return to mine the next second.
I gasp into his mouth as he picks me up by the back of my thighs, my heels resting on his lower back.
I know this might be the last time he touches me like this, and it hurts more than it should.
I rip his shirt off so my fingertips can glide over the top of his strong shoulders, feeling his warmth, the muscles of his upper back.
Gavriil lowers me down onto his bed before frantically kissing his way from my lips down my neck. He yanks down the cups of my light pink bra to kiss the tops of my breasts before pressing another on my stomach.
I breathe in deeply as he leaves gentle kisses all over me as he tugs my panties down my legs. His beard tickles the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, coaxing a small smile onto my face despite the circumstances.
Gavriil reaches underneath me and unclasps my bra so that he can remove it as well. Without a word, he rakes his eyes over me, drinking in the sight.
Honestly, he doesn’t have to say anything because I can see the desire in his darkening blue eyes. The restraint in his clenched jaw.
It’s achingly sexy, and heat grows between my legs as I watch him admire me.
Gavriil kisses my breasts again, purposely avoiding my sensitive nipples as the cool air quickly hardens them. He squeezes the underside of my flesh, and I can’t stop the frustrated moan that leaves me.
I can’t begin to guess how long these desires have been pent up for, and I don’t even try to. It’ll probably just sound pathetic.
“Please…”
My quiet plea is enough to earn me what I’ve been craving.
Gavriil covers one of my nipples with his mouth, sucking with enthusiasm as I yearn for more. His hand fully envelops my other breast, caressing and squeezing until my skin is warm from his touch.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging when I want him to suck harder. Having this kind of control over him excites me in a way that I’ve never experienced before. What makes it even better is that he doesn’t try to steal control away from me.
He follows my lead, his mouth going where I want him to go. Taking note of how I gasp and arch when he adds his teeth and tongue into the mix.
I honestly never would’ve pegged him for being such a generous lover. But that’s the only way to describe him in bed.
I exhale shakily as his teasing works me up. My hand finds his shoulder, gently urging him lower.
Gavriil eases his way down my body, his lips leaving a trail all the way to my hipbones.
I almost whine in impatience, but I remember what happens after this is over. I want it to last as long as it possibly can.
Gavriil finally lays down on his stomach, guiding my legs over his shoulders before sliding his hands under my bottom.
He tilts my hips up to feast on me as my eyes flutter shut in bliss.
I grip fistfuls of his hair, tugging harder with every stroke of his talented tongue.
Gavriil pushes it inside of me, his nose brushing my clit as he loses himself between my thighs. When I cry out, he groans against me, the vibrations traveling through me to make me arch under him even more urgently.
I lose my breath when his two fingers replace his tongue. They sink inside of me at the same time he starts sucking on my clit. “Gavriil!”
He hooks his fingers upward, massaging the spot deep inside of me that makes my thighs clamp down on either side of his head. He grips one thigh with his free hand, prying it to the side so that he can continue his ministrations.
I writhe under him as the coil in my stomach winds tighter and tighter. The lash of his tongue feels so amazing that it makes my head spin. How is he so good at this?
I don’t really want to think about it right now, but I suddenly understand why the women in his cage were so quick to surrender to him.
Gavriil thrusts his fingers deeper and faster, my wetness coating them all the way down to his knuckles. He doesn’t stop, not even when my orgasm crackles through me like lightning. Not when I shake uncontrollably.
He only stops when I drag him up my body by his hair so that I can kiss him again. He groans as I taste myself on his tongue and rub myself on the bulge of his pants. Why is he still wearing his pants?
“Was that the goodbye you wanted from me, printsessa?” he asks against my lips.
I shake my head. “No.” I already know this will make leaving him even harder. But if this is goodbye, then I want it burned into me. “I want you inside of me.”
Gavriil goes still for a moment before he moans my name and whispers Russian words in my ear, turning me on even more. “You should go…”
“Please, Gavriil,” I beg as I slide my hand over his erection through his pants, feeling how hard he is just from tasting me. “Don’t you want me, too?”
Gavriil swallows hard as I stroke him, his breath hitching. “Yes. God, yes, I want you.”
I can’t help but smile a little at how fast he answers in a rush before I give him the same order he once gave me. “Take off your clothes for me, Gavriil.”
He draws away from me and stands next to the bed, his hands quickly undoing his pants and stripping them off with the rest of his clothes until he’s completely bare.
When my gaze snag on his scars, his fingers trace along the two faint lines on his abdomen. “Yes, these came from my father. I’m not that easy to kill, though.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell him honestly.
“Don’t be. The way you feel about Archer is how I feel about him,” he says. “But that’s enough talk about ghosts. We’re short on time as it is.”
He steps closer to the bed, prepared to slip back between my thighs. Before he has the chance, I go to my knees in front of him instead.
He pauses as he gazes down at me. “Printsessa…”
My hands roam up his abs, over the raised lines of his old wounds as our eyes lock. When he tenses under my hands, I slow down my motions. I have a feeling that he’s not used to letting people touch him like this.
My hands move lower until my fingers brush along the base of his erection before wrapping around it, earning a faint groan from him that I feel between my thighs. My eyes stay on his as I stroke him, my free hand resting on his hip.
Gavriil’s eyes become half-lidded, their shade becoming a darker tint as he watches my hand move. “That feels so…fucking…good.”
I want to make him feel even better. I want to taste him again.
I lower my head and drag my tongue over the head of his cock, hearing his breathing quicken the same second.
“God, Alina.” My lips slide over him, my head steadily moving up and down.
Gavriil runs his fingers through my hair, gathering the strands up in another ponytail for him to hold in one hand. “Keep going. Just a little more, printsessa. Fuck, I love…love your mouth. God, yes. The things you do to me…”
His soft praise spurs me on even more, encouraging me to take more of him.
Because I find that I enjoy pleasuring him as much as he enjoys going down on me. We’re not chasing lust and empty desire. We’re cherishing each other.
“That’s enough,” Gavriil breathes out before gently pulling me off him by my hair. He leans down and kisses my forehead before cupping my face. “I want to come inside you. Fill you up so I drip from your thighs for hours…”
Excitement channels through my veins as he crawls back onto the bed, his larger body shadowing mine. He spreads my thighs wider, then moves between them, planting his hands on either side of my head.