39. Katya #2
"I'm six blocks from the penthouse, in the opposite direction of the house."
"Coincidence."
"The fourth coincidence in four months." I hold his gaze. "I've seen you, Artem. You're not subtle when you're not trying to be."
Something moves at the corner of his mouth, just the ghost of a smile. "I was making sure you were safe."
"That's not your job anymore."
"No," he agrees. "It isn't."
I sigh. I don't know what I expect, but it's not for him to be so dismissive.
"Here," I say, holding out Irina's necklace. "This is yours."
He takes it, and the moment our skin touches, I suck in a breath. He takes the necklace but rubs his thumb against my knuckles. His eyes are tender in a way I haven't seen since the first night he touched me, and it reminds me of the way he whispered soft words in Russian that made me melt.
I've missed him.
And before I can think through the consequences, I'm in his arms, and I'm kissing him.
He is still for approximately four seconds, almost as though he's shocked, but it doesn't last, and he's kissing me — devouring me.
He puts four months of yearning into it, and when we finally break apart we're both breathing heavily. His forehead is against mine and I'm pressed against his body, so that I can feel every muscle against me.
As he pulls away, I realize I'm not ready for him to let me go.
"Come upstairs."
He looks down at me, his icy eyes taking inventory of me the way he always does.
"Katya." There's caution in his voice, and I know what he's trying to tell me. If I do this…
"Come upstairs."
We don't talk as we make it back to the penthouse, but we continue touching. His hands are on my waist, his lips on my neck, and as I try to open the door, he presses me into it, speaking sweet words that make me shiver.
When we make it into the apartment, we are on each other immediately, no space left between us.
Artem tries to be gentle. His hands skate over the buttons of my sweater, slowly caressing and teasing. It's not what I want.
I'm hungry for him. Desperate to feel him, to know that he is alive, and that he still wants me.
"Don't tease," I groan, pulling at his shirt as I sink my teeth into his lips.
He curses under his breath. "Katya?—"
"I need you," I cry out, thrusting myself against his thigh. "And I know you want me." I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass when he had me against the door.
"We should take this slow. I don't want to hurt you."
Pulling away, I rip off my sweater. I'm not wearing a bra under my shirt, and my breasts bounce free. My nipples are hard, and the lack of scratchy fabric against their sensitivity is lovely, but not as good as I know his mouth would be.
"Please, Artem. Show me you still want me."
Those words affect him, and before I can think about it, he's on me.
His lips wrap around my nipple, and I cry out as he sucks me into his mouth.
He lifts me, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, and I don't realize where we are going until I feel him pressing me into the softness of the couch.
He lifts up from my breast, kissing his way down my sternum, pulling the remainder of my clothing with him as he licks and sucks spots into my body. By the time he gets to the junction between my thighs, I'm wet, aching, and breathless.
He looks up. "Are you sure?"
I nod. "Yes."
He's not gentle. His lips attach to me, and I see stars. "Fuck," I cry out, lifting my hips to try and find more pressure. Artem's large hand is on my lower belly, pressing me back down into the couch, holding me firm.
He's in control, as always. This time though, I don't mind.
"Don't stop," I cry out. "Please. Please."
He nibbles my clit with his teeth, just the way I like, and I swear I see heaven. "Do you like when I taste you?" He slides a thick finger inside of me, and I cry out at the fullness of it. "Do you like when I eat your sweet pussy?"
His dirty words spark the fire deeper, and I can feel myself quivering, but I'm not there yet. I'm so close, but something is missing.
"But it's not enough, is it?" He presses his fingers harder, faster, and I'm so desperately close.
"More," I cry out. "I need more." My nails dig into his hair. "Please, Artem."
He bites my ear softly, continuing to slide his finger inside of me. "Tell me what you want. Tell me how to take care of you. I'll do anything."
"I want you inside me. Please. I need to feel you."
He pulls back, and as much as I miss the fullness of his fingers and the silkiness of his tongue, my mouth waters as I watch him free his cock from his pants.
"Is this what you want, my sweet little princess?"
I nod, opening my thighs further. I want nothing more than to feel him everywhere. It's been so long, and I've missed this. Because he was right — I do want him. I always have.
The difference is now I can admit it to myself.
"I want you inside of me," I tell him, sitting up slightly. "I want to feel you everywhere."
He groans, sliding inside slowly, taking my breath from me as he enters my body.
His cock feels huge in this position, and he gives me a moment to adjust. He whispers soft Russian words in my ear about how beautiful I am, how good I take him, and how much he loves being inside of me.
I shiver as he bottoms out, holding him tightly against me. For a moment, the two of us just feel — but his cock inside of me, the pressure, and the impending orgasm is making me pulse with desire, and I can't handle it anymore.
I need him to move.
"Please, Artem." I squeeze around him, and he groans.
"Fuck, Katya."
He thrusts into me, and as much as he tries to go slow, to make love, I'm squeezing the life out of him, and I can tell he's close.
"Harder," I cry out. He complies, thrusting deep inside of me, hitting my clit with his pubic bone, causing me to see stars. I'm primed from his mouth, and it doesn't take long for me to start quivering. "Don't stop. Don't stop." I'm so close to nirvana.
"Shit, Katya. I'm going to come."
"Yes. Yes. Yes."
He moves to pull out, but I stop him. "No," I cry out.
"Fuck, Katya. I don't want to come inside of you."
His words cause tears to well in my eyes. I know why.
"I'm on the shot again. I trust you." I'm breathless. I'm so fucking close. "Please, Artem. Please."
He groans again, and I can feel the reverberations in my chest. "Shit, princess." He presses his finger against my clit, giving me a firm bit of pressure as he angles his hips to hit something explosive inside of me. "Come with me, baby. Let me have it."
And I do. I scream as I come. I'm barely conscious, and I feel him spill inside of me, the warmth making me shiver.
I collapse after what feels like an eternity, completely boneless from my orgasm. I can't move, not that I need to.
Artem scoops me into his arms, moving me to the space in front of the fireplace. We curl up on the floor, and the warmth of the fire against our cooling bodies is comforting.
But we can't stay in this cocoon forever, and we both know that.
I'm the first to break it.
"The divorce papers are in the kitchen."
Artem stiffens. "Alright."
"I haven't signed them."
Another pause. Longer. "I know."
I look at the ceiling. "You should probably know that I'm not going to."
The silence stretches, and I feel his grip tighten on me. Not dramatically, but I can feel every muscle in his body as he pulls me more firmly against him.
"If that's what you want."
I close my eyes. "Is it what you want?" I need more from him than pretty words while he's in my body. I need to know how he feels.
He sighs, and my stomach clenches. He brushes a stray piece of hair from my face and kisses my cheek, but he doesn't say anything. He simply pulls me closer to him.
I deflate slightly.
He didn't say he wanted to stay married.