Chapter 19
LIA
My legs are wrapped around him as he carries me up the stairs. I’ve never felt this excited. Before Maksim – despite the complications – I would’ve said I couldn’t be this excited.
He kicks the door open and lowers me onto the bed. I smile as I stare up at him, tall and wide and powerful, his chest rising and falling like a wild thing. He groans and guides me up, then lifts my dress over my head.
Cool air pricks my skin. Self-consciousness tries to touch me. It’s been so long… but then I see that look in his eyes. He kneels at the edge of the bed, unclasps my bra, then groans loudly like he’s been waiting for this.
He has. He watched me.
With the lust burning through me, I can’t be mad. It makes me even hotter.
He sucks on my nipples, pushing my breasts together. I stare down at his steel-black hair, my heart pounding. My core is aching, ready for him.
He smooths his hand down and tugs at my underwear. Soon, I’m naked for him. He stands, staring at me, mouth open in awe.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “Fuck. Look at you. Perfect.”
“Your turn,” I whisper.
He smirks. “You’re not in charge here, remember?”
A thrill runs through me at his words.
“Move up the bed,” he says, dark eyes fixed on me.
I wriggle up to the headboard, he picks up my bra and walks around the side of the bed. There’s something hot about the fact I’m undressed, and he’s not, as though he can do anything he wants.
“Arms up,” he says.
“Why?” I ask.
He leans down and sucks on one of my nipples again. At the same time, he slips his hand between my legs. He groans with excitement and desire. I’ve never felt so wanted.
His hand rubs up and down my core, smearing the wetness. My hips buck into action. I’m letting go, releasing control in a way I never have before. Sinking into this moment, into him, into us.
He pushes down on my clit with two fingers, massaging up and down and side to side. The heat is already building inside of me.
“Because I told you to,” he says huskily.
I raise my arms, and he gently wraps my bra around my wrists, fixing them to the bed railing. It’s for show though, for fun, an exquisite imitation of danger. I could pull free anytime I wanted.
But I don’t want to.
He moves to the end of the bed. Strokes his hand up and down the bulge in his pants.
“Maksim,” I moan, wriggling my legs together.
“I need to remember this,” he snarls. “Tattoo it onto my mind. You, so slick and ready, your thighs glimmering, those eyes desperate and needy.”
“Maksim,” I say, breathless now.
He waits just a moment longer, drawing out the anticipation until finally he tears at his clothes. Shrugs off his jacket, pulls at his shirt so that buttons pop. His body is huge, covered in hard lines and ridges. He yanks down his pants and underwear.
My mouth falls open when I see the size of him, thick and long with precome clinging to his tip.
He climbs onto the bed, on his front, his warm breath whispering over my sex, tickling my clit and entrance. His hands grip my thighs as he pushes them apart. He groans like he’s getting more pleasure from this than I am, his tongue sliding up and down, from my entrance to my clit and back again.
I writhe, my hands fixed above my head, staring down at his hulking body, all his attention fixed on me.
He reaches up, massaging my breasts with one hand, then moves his finger to my tunnel as he sucks and licks my clit. The heat has turned into an inferno, and I’m burning everywhere. Every nerve is bursting with the force of it.
“Oh, yes,” he growls.
“What?” I gasp.
“The way you’re grinding my face. You fucking need this.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimper.
I didn’t even realize I was doing it. Now that I do, I move even faster. He follows the motion of my hips. His mouth fixes on my clit, tongue swirling around, as his finger pushes inside me.
Then his tongue becomes even more insistent. My head falls back and my eyes shut. I see red, hot pleasure. His groans are what push me higher and higher, how content he sounds, as if he never knew women like me existed. I feel special, needed.
Then—
He slips another finger inside me as the orgasm tightens my belly and my toes curl. His tongue flickers hotly against my clit, fast, urgent. I can’t feel anything other than the boiling pleasure. Euphoria expands until it’s all I know.
As the orgasm rolls and lengthens, there are no complications. It doesn’t matter who he is. It doesn’t matter what he’s done.
He climbs up my body once it’s over, holding himself up and staring down at me. He’s got a proud smirk on his glimmering lips.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come,” he snarls.
He grips himself, holding himself up with one hand, while the other smooths his tip up and down my clit. He hovers near my entrance, almost pushing in, then moves away.
“Don’t tease me,” I moan.
“Are you forgetting who’s in charge?”
A flurry of confidence courses through me. I pull one hand loose from my bra and slide it between our bodies. When I wrap my hand around him, his nostrils flare and his teeth grit.
“I think you are,” I say, moving my hand up and down his thickness. I can feel his veins pressing against my hand. Months of lust are trapped in him, ready to break free.
“Lia,” he snarls. “My… light.”
I smile, then my mouth opens in another shaky moan when I guide him to my entrance, and he arches his hips. He pushes into me, slickness flowing. He groans as if he might explode for a second. Like he’s holding himself back.
“Perfect… fucking… pussy,” he groans.
He pushes in deeper. I move one hand over his hand, the other still tangled up in my bra. My fingernails dig into his hard muscles. He pushes, pushes, until he’s buried all the way and we float here for a moment.
He fills me completely, my tunnel gripping him. I think I might have to tell him to stop, or go slow, until I feel the tension release and my body adjust to him. He feels it too, his lip twitching.
“You need this as badly as I do,” he groans, then slides slowly out.
He’s wrong. I need it more.
He pulls almost all the way out, holding himself there, staring meaningfully into my eyes. Then I scratch a hand down his back insistently. He loves how badly I want him. And I love that he cares so much.
Pushing back in, his tip presses against a deep, warm spot that sends pleasure spiraling through me. He slips out, and we begin moving together, no awkward movements, no hesitation. We flow into our rhythm as if we’ve discussed it beforehand. It’s natural, and it’s now.
Nothing else, just us.
I free my other hand and scratch my nails lightly down his chest. He’s holding himself up, his dark eyes flitting from my face to my chest to his cock slipping in and out of me. When he looks down at that, he turns animalistic. His pace picks up. I gasp as I try to keep up with him.
When his eyes move to my breasts, I let go of his chest and push them together. He thrust faster. The room fills with the messy, heated sounds of sex, wet and urgent, the bed squeaking under his hunger, our skin slapping together.
I bring my hands to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
When he lays his body against me – but not putting his weight on me – I almost lose it again.
His skin is on fire, his hard body pushing against my breasts, my stomach.
He’s covering me completely. I wrap my arms around him in a hug, and his pace changes.
Faster, harder, until we’re both bucking and writhing and moaning like our lives depend on it. When I feel another orgasm tickling at the edges, I almost can’t believe it. This has never happened for me before…
He kisses my neck and bites my shoulder softly. His whole body is tense as though he’s doing everything in his power not to let go until he feels me melt for him again.
Minutes pass, maybe more, with him like this.
He whispers in my ear, urgent and passionate. “Come… for… me…”
“Soon.” I gasp. “Suh-soon.”
“Soak… my… fucking… dick.”
He plunges into me, and I feel him releasing, the tension draining from his body as his teeth sink into my shoulder. The moment I feel this – the power I have over this big, scary, beautiful man – my body crests another wave of release.
I tighten around him, pulsing, feeling dizzy with the sheer force of it. He keeps going, fucking me for as long as he can, even as his cock begins to wilt. When he pulls out and he sees me still twitching, he presses his thumb against my clit and rubs furiously.
I drive against him, whimpering, until I’m spent and trying to catch my breath.
He lies next to me, pulling me into his arms.
“The mess,” I whisper.
“We can take a shower,” he tells me. “And I’ll change the sheets.”
I prop myself up on his chest, smiling widely. “You’ll change the sheets?”
He grins, gently cupping my face. “I love seeing you smile like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like you don’t have to hold on so tightly,” he says. “Like everything is going to be okay.”
I try to remember the complications, the fact he watched me without my permission. But I can’t care. I don’t. That’s the truth. Not after that. I just want to be happy and carefree and with him.
“You dodged the question,” I say.
He chuckles. “If it means you’ll stay in bed with me, then yeah, you’ll get the five-star Maksim bed turnover service.”
“Five-star? You rate yourself highly, then.”
He slides his hand through my hair. I tilt my head toward his touch, my body buzzing as if I’m on high. I feel lightheaded, and I can’t stop smiling.
“You’re everything, Lia,” he says, voice husky.
“Everything… how?”
“Everything I want. I need. Everything a savage like me probably doesn’t deserve. But I’m selfish, and I want you again. And again. And again.”
My body responds earnestly to his words. My heart fluttering in response.
“You might need to give me some time,” I whisper. “But I want that too.”
He kisses me on the forehead, a moment of shocking gentleness after the wild sex. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”