Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Nikolai
The warm scent of Irina wakes me up. She’s wrapped in my arms after a night of fucking. I took her without mercy but she didn’t complain. She needed it as badly as I did.
I burrow my face into her neck and inhale. Fuck. I’ll never get tired of smelling her. Of looking at her. Of being around her.
When I first saw Irina, I knew she had to be mine.
I knew I had to protect her. But I never thought I would be falling in love with her and yet, I know I am.
Hell, I’m probably already there. She’s my wife and I’m never letting her go.
I’ll deal with any problem to save her life.
Her father, Alexei, and anyone else that comes our way.
I know Simone is dealt with. I made sure to call my guy, Ash, who cleans up my messes, to get rid of her body.
Her death won’t ever be tied to me. Irina’s hands will also be clean.
I’ll never let her go down for the murder of the man who tried to kill her.
I would go to jail to protect her if I had to. I know it with every fiber of my being.
Irina stirs in my arms. When she turns around and looks up at me, she instantly blushes.
I stroke my finger down her cheek. “It’s amazing you can do that after what we did last night.” That only serves to make her blush more. “You’re cute when you do that. It makes me want you all over again.” My cock wakes up to the idea. I’ll always want her.
“I’m sore,” she admits.
“I figured you would be. Do you want me to help make the soreness go away?”
She nods and without a word, I roll her onto her back so I can kiss her deeply. The need to touch her is so strong, I feel like I might die if I don’t get the chance to consume every inch of her.
Irina moans into my mouth, like she needs this as badly as I do. Now that she’s learned to trust me, we can have this in our marriage: a sense of peace. No more pushing each other away. I may not be a good man but with Irina, I feel like one.
Her little gasps are cute as I kiss down her neck and to her chest. Her breasts are a thing of art that I’ll never get tired of studying.
She arches into me when I capture one of her nipples in my mouth.
My hands splay out around her waist, needing to consume her all over again.
My cock is growing harder by the second.
I know she’s sore but I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back with her.
Now that I’ve had Irina, I’ll want her every day.
“You always taste so fucking good,” I murmur against her skin.
She rolls her hips around and presses her legs together.
“You need me to touch you, baby?” I ask.
“Yes,” she sighs out, like she’s finally accepted it all. That she’s mine. That she no longer needs to fight it.
I sit up and part her legs so I gaze down at her eyes. She needs to know how much she affects me too. When my fingers slip between her legs, she lets out a satisfied moan that is pleasing to the ear.
I run my fingers around her clit and folds, feeling her wetness. Fuck. She’s soaked for me already and it’s only morning.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” I say. Her hips buck up when I press down onto her nub. “Lost in the pleasure I can give you. You’re so beautiful like this, baby.”
“Nik,” she gasps, clutching the bedsheets under her. She looks as desperate as I feel.
“Let me make you feel good.” I pull my hand away and she pouts. Fucking pouts. God, what is this woman doing to me? I kneel on the floor and tug her hips to the end of the bed. I can see her entire pretty pussy like this and fuck, I’ll never get tired of looking at it.
I place her legs over my shoulders and plant my face between her legs. Irina moans when my lips find her nub. She loves it when I eat her out. She can’t deny it.
I lick and gently suck on her clit. Her wetness seeps out, soaking my chin, and I don’t care. I’ll gladly have Irina’s arousal on me for the rest of my life if it means I get to show her pleasure like this.
“Poor pussy,” I say against her folds. She trembles. “I took you hard last night, didn’t I, baby?”
“Yes,” she sighs.
“I’ll make you feel better.” My tongue rolls her clit around.
Irina can’t stop her hips from bucking up towards my face.
I almost can’t breathe for a moment but I don’t fucking care.
Eating Irina out is my new favorite thing I have discovered.
It’s almost as good as feeling her tight walls around my cock.
Almost.
I hold her thighs tighter and farther apart.
She’ll never be able to hide from me again.
I own her body, now that she’s given herself to me.
I’ll never hurt her but Irina doesn’t even know that she gave herself over to the devil.
I have done terrible things. Caused a lot of death.
And now, Irina’s sweet innocence is gone because of me and I don’t regret it, even if I should. I don’t regret making her mine at all.
I plunge my tongue into her entrance. My nose brushes against her clit, making her let out a loud moan. My sweet, innocent Irina. Now all mine.
My hands splay out around her waist and stomach, holding her in place. Irina’s head thrashes back and forth, unable to control herself as I give her pleasure. Fuck. I’ll never tire of seeing her like this.
My tongue finds her clit again and I flick it over and over and over. Irina’s hips buck up like a madwoman, lost in her pleasure. Her moans are loud in the quiet morning.
And just as soon as she moans, she goes quiet, her body tensing. Then I see the moment her orgasm hits her. She trembles and shakes, sighing my name. It’s like paradise on this earth, hearing Irina say my name in the throes of pleasure.
I stand up, my hard cock on display.
She’s splayed out before me. No more fear in her eyes. Only trust. It’s a little na?ve but I know I love her for it. I’ve only ever wanted her trust and now she’s given it to me. I’ll have to work to not disappoint her.
“Can I touch you?” she asks, nodding at my cock.
“Yes.”
She sits up and slowly wraps her hand around my cock. I hiss the moment she makes contact. Fuck. Just having her touch my erection is making it hard for me to think.
It’s clear that she’s learning what to do in real time. I’ve had more experienced women play with my cock in wonderous ways but with Irina, I love seeing her shed her innocence right before me. Love seeing how she’s discovering this world.
But it’s not her hand I want.
I take her hand and remove it from my cock.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks, frowning slightly. I kiss her forehead to make it go away.
“Not at all. I just need you again. I know you’re sore but let me take you, baby. I need it.”
She can’t deny it. Her legs press together and a darkness enters her eyes. She wants this too.
“Ok,” she whispers.
Thank fuck.
I grab her face and kiss her with all my might. Irina already knows she’s mine but I need more of her. I will always need more of her.
I continue to kiss her as I lay her onto her back. Skin to skin with her is the best thing in this fucked up world. While I’m in this bed with Irina, nothing can hurt us.
I roll onto my back and bring her astride my hips. “I want you to lower yourself onto me. Ride me. Take your own pleasure from me.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ll help you.” I grab her hips, steadying her.
Irina looks uncertain but then a determination enters her eyes and she grabs my cock, bringing it to her entrance. There’s a breath between us before she lowers herself down onto my length. She winces while I groan in pleasure.
“Does it hurt, baby?” I ask, stroking her hips.
“I’m still sore.”
“Once you get lost in the pleasure of it, you’ll forget all about it. Your body will get used to mine. It was already made for me. Now, move your hips around. Feel how good this can be.”
Slowly, she rocks her hips back and forth. Her small hands are on my chest, making me feel like a fucking king.
I can tell the moment Irina feels pleasure. She gasps and a lightness enters her eyes. All she had to do was trust me and now she’s reaping the rewards of it.
“That’s it,” I murmur, gripping her hips tightly, helping her to move.
“Give in to the pleasure, baby. You need it. I need it.” I don’t care if I sound vulnerable around her.
I’ve asked Irina to trust me so it’s also up to me to trust her with my most true self.
It’s the only way our marriage will work.
And if I’m being honest, I want it. Being at the top by myself is lonely sometimes. To be able to share it with a woman I care deeply for – hell, one I love – is the best feeling in this fucked up world.
Irina moves her hips faster. Every time she brings them forward, she moans softly. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck,” I groan. I sit up so our chests press together. My hands encapsulate her entire back. She’s that tiny compared to me.
I can’t stop myself from kissing her again. Her lips were made for mine.
Every rock of her hips makes her nipples brush against my chest, which in turn, makes her moan louder. Her little noises are going to be the death of me but it will be a death worth having.
“Nik,” she whispers against my lips. There’s a fear in her eyes, like she isn’t sure about the pleasure and pain she’s experiencing right now.
“It’s ok, baby. Just let go. Let it go. I’ve got you. Your pussy feels like heaven around my cock. Fuck, baby.”
My words seem to spur her on and she increases her pace, becoming frantic.
And then she grabs my arms and burrows her face into my neck, moaning softly as she comes for the second time.
That’s just what I need to find my own release.
I let it go inside of her. The feeling of her bare pussy around my cock is something I’ll never be able to let go of. I’ll need it every day.
I fall onto my back, bringing her with me.
Irina stares up at me for a moment, a softness in her eyes. “I trust you,” she finally says.
Those are the best words I’ve ever heard.
“I trust you too. You’re not going to run from me again?”
“No. I know I’m safe with you. And…” She runs her hand over my chest. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. You make me feel ok with what I did to that man, George. You make me feel like everything is going to be ok.”
I give her a gentle kiss. “And I’ll make sure of it. I promise.” I just hope that I never break that promise.