Chapter 22 #2
I threw my head back, struggling to breathe normally as he feasted as only he could do.
I was lightheaded, no longer in control of my emotions or my heart.
He’d taken both, keeping them prisoner. I often wondered if he had any idea how he’d electrified me, allowing me the freedom to be me and no one else.
Not the princess diva. Not the fake girlfriend. Not the superstar.
Just me.
His growls became louder and I was panting like some crazed animal. He continued to bring me close to the edge then pulled away. I was going to lose my mind if he didn’t allow me to come.
He managed to shift his hands. Still holding me, yet able to use his thumbs to further torment me. The combination was almost too much. I lost all train of thought as he ate me as if he was a starving man. This was crazy and wonderful, blissful in a way I wasn’t certain I deserved.
Yet I’d take it.
With a smile firmly plastered on my face, I could feel my toes curling as the pleasure drifted into rapture.
As the orgasm swept through me, I bit my bottom lip, squelching as much of my heavenly scream as possible. He refused to go easy on me, his tongue assaulting every inch of my pussy. My muscles clenched and released several times until it felt like I was convulsing.
I’d barely started to come down from the rafters when he pushed me back until I was straddling his waist again. Even though I could barely focus, my hand automatically found the base of his shaft. When I began to torment him the way he’d done with me, his growled his disapproval.
“Two can play at the game,” I told him.
“You think this is a game, lady?”
“I do. And I’m winning.”
“That’s never going to happen.” He wrapped his hand around mine, guiding or perhaps forcing me to comply with his wishes. He was much stronger than me, but I continued teasing him by trying to keep him from thrusting his cock inside.
His grin made me laugh and I was determined not to lose the battle.
Too bad my body didn’t want to comply. He managed to drive his cock all the way in, his thickness stretching me until I shivered all the way to my core.
The feeling of having him inside of me was indescribable. I’d tried to place why being with him was so entirely different and there was only one reason that made any sense.
Even though I’d enjoyed being with a couple of other men before, I’d never felt this strongly about anyone. I’d never wanted to remain close, to just be able to do nothing more than to touch each other. Or be in the same room with him.
This man had allowed me to feel true love for the first time.
I rocked against him, taking raspy breaths as he gripped my hips.
Seeing his lips and chin glistening from my juice was filthy and delicious.
I pressed my hands against his chest to anchor myself, riding him. Taking my time. Holding myself back.
His nostrils flared, his eyes as glassy as mine must seem. He allowed me to take control, doing nothing more than watching me.
The way his cock throbbed kept me feeling so full. I bucked a little harder. When I switched the angle, his cock was driven in even deeper. I had no idea how that was even possible. Strangled sounds floated past my lips and soon I was bucking like a wild bronco.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered. “Take what you want.”
I could tell by his devious tone he had something on his mind. With my knees firmly pressed against his hips, we rocked together until the rush of adrenaline shifted to pure white-hot heat.
Another surprise left me awash with excitement as he managed in one swift and easy action to toss me onto my back on the other side of the couch. Now the full weight of his body was on mine.
Gasping, my mind was still spinning from how he managed to perform the act with such grace and mobility. Was there anything the man couldn’t do? “Holy… shit.”
“Mmmm… Did I surprise you?”
“Yes, you did. Wow.”
“Well,” he muttered. “I hope I continue to do so for the rest of our lives.” His references to the future didn’t go unnoticed. I was still lightheaded, half laughing as sheer joy tore through me.
I wrapped my legs around him, holding him in place. If he thought for one moment that I would allow him to have all the control, he was wrong.
He remained on his hands, peering down at me.
There was no room for error. We could easily tumble off the couch to the floor with one misstep.
And he was certainly a rough and tumble lover.
This time, we rocked together. I interlocked my feet, keeping his warm and wonderful body as close to mine as possible.
When he settled onto his forearms, his head lowered and his lips only inches from mine, I knew at that very moment that I’d found my home in him. With him. And with Nina.
Tears sprang to my eyes and I could barely control my emotions. His narrowed, his mouth twisting.
“Don’t say anything. Just kiss me,” I whispered. “Just kiss me.”
And he did. As if he’d never kissed me before. As if there was a rainbow outside our door waiting to christen our love song.
The one ringing loud and clear in my mind and hips.
We moved as if one, taking time and sharing passion in a way we hadn’t done before. Maybe I was a sappy girl after all, but in my heart, I knew there would never be another man who could bring me such powerful rapture.
He wasn’t perfect.
He’d never admit to being anyone’s hero.
But he was perfect for me.
As I fell into another sweet rush of pure ecstasy, I sensed his body stiffening. Only seconds later, he lifted his torso, breaking the kiss so he could look me in the eyes.
“Come for me again, baby. Come on my cock as I fill you with my seed.”
Just as he’d somehow managed to make me do so many times, I obeyed his command.
And I’d never felt so complete or so satisfied.
We both tried to learn how to breathe as we slowly came down from the sweet rapture of release. He appeared so serene, happier than I’d seen him. I kept my arms and legs wrapped around him as he slowly collapsed over me.
A slight sound and he tensed immediately, in the blink of an eye sliding his hand to the table. He was reaching for his weapon, which wasn’t there.
The reminder that this wasn’t a fairytale was strengthened by the little voice coming from his daughter’s bedroom.
“Mommy. Daddy. My tummy hurts.”
Stunned, I couldn’t breathe or think at first. He stared down at me, blinking from the realization that he’d reacted not as a father, but as a member of a Bratva.
And that his daughter had just called me Mommy, something he’d never before heard his daughter say.
“Okay, sweetie, Daddy will be right there.”
“I want Mommy.”
She was so sleepy that even in her voice I could tell she was delirious.
“Let me go,” I whispered to him. “She’s sick.
Maybe from ice cream followed by the huge glass of milk she had when she came home.
Let me hold her for a little while. Maybe I can coax her back to sleep.
I’ll see if she has a temperature. Okay? Please?”
I wasn’t certain if he’d be furious. Instead, his eyes were filled with sadness. “Yes. Okay. If you don’t mind.”
“I’ll be right there, honey. Okay?” I asked, doing everything I could to hold back the rupture of emotions.
“Okay.”
I pushed him gently. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of her.”
He climbed off, immediately moving away while I scrambled to get dressed. I was feeling a little woozy myself. The moment was awkward, especially since he didn’t say anything.
I headed to the door, looking back only once. It was as if a cardinal rule had been broken, the fantasy shattered into a million pieces as the reality of his life and mine hit hard.
As I walked out, I felt the need to whisper even if I was the only one who would catch the words.
“I love you.”
In those few seconds, I hoped he would respond even if it was grunting acknowledgement of what I’d said.
Yet as always, he remained silent.