Chapter 18 – Konstantin #2
The boldness of it hits me like a physical blow. Before I can even process the shift, she leans down, her lips finding the pulse point at my throat. She doesn’t just kiss me; she nips, her small, sharp teeth grazing the skin in a way that makes a low, primal growl vibrate through my chest.
She continues her descent, her hands sliding down my arms to pin my wrists to the bed, mirroring what I did to her only moments ago.
I let her. I’m a slave to her touch as she kisses a path down the center of my chest, her tongue tracing the lines of my tattoos as if she’s trying to read the ink with her mouth.
When she reaches my nipples, she doesn’t hesitate. She captures one between her lips, swirling her tongue over the peak before sucking it deep into her mouth.
“F-fuck, Raelyn,” I choke out, my back arching off the mattress as a bolt of pure electricity shoots straight to my groin.
I growl again, a deep, guttural sound of warning and want.
My hands twitch against the sheets, every instinct screaming at me to flip her over and take control, but the sight of her hair draped over my skin, her mouth worshipping me with such unexpected ferocity, keeps me pinned to the spot.
She’s claiming me, inch by agonizing inch, and I’m realizing that as much as I own her, I am becoming completely, dangerously hers.
I watch her, my vision blurring at the edges, as she continues her slow, torturous descent.
She moves with a newfound confidence that is absolutely lethal, her tongue tracing the line of my abdominal muscles, lingering in the dip of my hip bones.
Every time her hair brushes against my skin, it feels like a live wire.
“Raelyn,” I groan, the word sounding like a prayer and a curse.
She doesn’t stop. She reaches the waistband of my boxers—the last barrier—and hooks her thumbs into the fabric.
She looks up at me once more, her gaze hooded and dark with a budding carnal knowledge that makes me feel like I’m the one being hunted.
With a slow, steady pull, she strips the fabric away, discarding it as if it’s nothing, until I am completely exposed to her.
She leans in, her breath hot against my skin, and then she fulfills her promise.
The first touch of her tongue is a shock—a wet, searing contrast to the cool air of the room.
I let out a jagged, broken sound, my fingers tangling in the sheets until I can hear the fabric beginning to strain.
She’s tentative for only a heartbeat before her natural curiosity takes over, her mouth exploring me with a soft, wet heat that has me seeing stars.
“God, you’re…you’re going to kill me,” I say, my hips bucking instinctively toward her.
She’s so delicate, yet the way she takes me—the way she tastes me with such honest, greedy intent—is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I watch her head move against me, the sight of her innocence meeting my corruption in the most visceral way possible.
My heart is thundering against my ribs, a wild animal trying to escape its cage, as I realize I’ve never been more vulnerable or more powerful than I am in this moment, at the mercy of her mouth.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice a jagged, broken rasp that barely sounds like my own.
I reach down, my fingers tangling deep into her silken hair, not to pull her away, but to guide her.
“Raise your head, Raelyn. I want to see you take me. I want to see my cock disappearing into that pretty mouth of yours.”
She obeys instantly, her eyes wide and shimmering with a mixture of dark heat and newfound boldness. She lifts her chin, her gaze locking onto mine as she leans back in. The sight is absolute, unmitigated destruction.
Seeing the contrast of her pale, delicate face against the raw, dark reality of my body—watching her lips stretch and part to accommodate me while she keeps her eyes fixed on mine—nearly stops my heart.
It’s the most carnal, possessive thing I’ve ever witnessed.
She takes me deeper, her throat working, her eyes never wavering from the storm-gray of mine.
“Fuck,” I choke out, my head slamming back against the pillow as a violent shudder wracks my frame. “That’s it…right there. You’re destroying me, little bird.”
The visual is too much. The way she looks at me—with a combination of absolute surrender and a silent, fierce claim—is a lethal weapon.
Every wet, rhythmic slide of her mouth is a physical blow to my resolve.
I’m a man who prides himself on control, on being the one who dictates the terms, but as I watch her worship me, I realize I’m completely undone.
I can feel the pressure coiling in my gut, the white-hot heat of a climax that threatens to shatter me before I’ve even had the chance to be inside her. My grip in her hair tightens, my knuckles turning white, as I fight the urge to just lose it right then and there.
“Are you going to swallow every drop of my cum for me?” I growl, my voice sounding like grinding stone. “Are you going to take it all, moya dusha?”
She bobs her head, a low, vibration-filled hum echoing from her throat as she takes me deeper. The sound—that primal, submissive acknowledgment—nearly makes me combust right there. My hips jerk off the bed, my entire body vibrating with the effort not to just explode.
“You have to swallow everything,” I command, my fingers tightening in her hair, anchoring her. “Every single drop. Don’t you dare let a bit of it go to waste. You’re going to drink me down until you’re full of me.”
She nods, her eyes dark and glazed with a total, terrifying devotion.
I can’t take it anymore. I need to be the one moving, the one dominating the space between us.
In one fluid, violent motion, I grip her waist and flip us over, pinning her beneath me.
Her hair fans out like a halo against the dark sheets, her chest heaving as she looks up at me, breathless and expectant.
Before she can even get a word out, before she can gasp for air, I guide myself to her mouth and push back in, taking over the rhythm entirely. I’m deep, I’m relentless, and I’m past the point of being gentle.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, the words jagged and raw as I watch her eyes widen, her hands reaching up to clutch at my forearms. “I’m so fucking sorry, moya dusha…but I can’t help it. I need you. I need this.”
I drive into the heat of her mouth with a desperate, heavy pace, my heart hammering against my ribs like it’s trying to break through. I’m a man drowning, and she’s the only thing keeping me alive.
The pressure in my gut hits the point of no return. I can feel the frantic, heavy throb of my pulse in my throat as I drive deep one last time.
I pour into her, a hot, staggering release that leaves my vision swimming in white.
She holds steady, her throat working with desperate, rhythmic gulps as she tries to keep her promise.
But there is too much of me—the sheer force of it is more than she can handle.
A thin, pearly trail of my cum escapes, dripping slowly down the corner of her mouth and over the curve of her chin.
I pull back, my breath coming in wrecked, shaking hitches. I don’t give her a second to look away. I reach out, my fingers trembling slightly as I catch the stray drops from her chin, gathering the heat of my release onto my fingertips.
“Open,” I command, my voice a dark, possessive rasp.
She obeys instantly, her eyes wide and dark as she parts her lips. I press my fingers into her mouth, sliding the slick heat back onto her tongue. “I told you. Don’t let a single drop go to waste. Swallow.”
I watch her throat move as she gulps it down, her eyes never leaving mine. The level of her devotion, the way she takes every part of me without hesitation, makes my chest tighten with an ache that isn’t just lust.
“You’re going to be the absolute death of me,” I mutter, leaning my forehead against hers, my hands framing her face. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to live with you in my head like this every second of the day.”
Raelyn doesn’t look intimidated. Instead, a slow, wicked smirk pulls at her lips—the look of a woman who knows exactly how much power she holds over the man the rest of the world fears. She reaches up, her hands sliding into my hair, and pulls my head back down.
“Then stop talking,” she whispers against my mouth, her voice a sharp, commanding heat. “And fuck me, husband.”
I let out a low, dangerous laugh that’s half-growl, my hands tightening on her hips until my knuckles turn white. The sheer audacity of her—the way she’s looking up at me with that playful, mocking heat—makes my head spin.
“You were a virgin just days ago, Raelyn,” I say, my voice vibrating with a warning I know I’m about to break. “Don’t tempt me to lose what little sanity I have left. I’m trying to be careful with you, and you’re acting like a woman who wants to be ruined.”
She doesn’t flinch. Instead, she scoffs, a soft, challenging sound that echoes in the quiet of the room. She reaches up, her fingers tracing the hard line of my jaw before digging into the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me closer until our lips are a hair’s breadth apart.
“Is that your excuse, Konstantin?” she whispers, her eyes flashing with a wicked brilliance. “That I’m too fragile? Because I don’t feel fragile. I feel like I’m starving, and you’re the only thing that can fix it. So stop making excuses and give me what I’m asking for.”
The “husband” she called me seconds ago is still ringing in my ears, a tether that binds me to her in a way no contract ever could. If she wants the monster, if she wants the man who doesn’t know how to be gentle, she’s found him.
I don’t say another word. I grab her thighs and hook them over my waist, positioning myself at her entrance. I linger there for a fraction of a second, watching the way her pupils dilate, before I drive home in one deep, unrelenting surge.
The sound that rips from my throat is nothing human. As I bury myself inside her, the sensation of her heat—slick, tight, and welcoming—shatters the last of my resolve. I don’t move slowly. I can’t. The “husband” she demanded is gone, replaced by a man driven by a hunger so deep it borders on pain.
I catch her wrists, pinning them to the mattress above her head, and begin to move with a punishing, relentless intensity.
Each thrust is deep and heavy, the force of our bodies colliding echoing through the room.
I’m not just making love to her; I’m reclaiming her, anchoring myself so deep in her soul that she’ll never be able to find her way out.
“You asked for this,” I growl, my voice a wrecked rasp as I watch her head fall back, her hair lashing against the pillows. “You wanted the truth? This is the truth. I’m obsessed with you. I’m drowning in you.”
Raelyn’s response is a broken, high-pitched cry that fuels the fire.
She isn’t just taking it; she’s meeting me, her hips rising to find mine, her body arching into every impact.
The wildness I glimpsed earlier has taken over completely.
She looks like a beautiful, chaotic storm beneath me, her eyes glazed and her lips parted as she gasps for air I’m stealing from her.
I lose track of the rhythm, lose track of the world outside this bed. There is only the friction, the sweat slicking our skin, and the way she calls my name—not like a prayer, but like a lifeline. I drive into her harder, faster, my muscles screaming under the strain of my own desperation.
The innocence she held days ago is a memory, burned away by the friction of our skin.
In its place is a woman who owns me just as much as I own her.
I can feel the pressure building, a tidal wave about to break, and I know that when I go over the edge this time, I’m taking every part of her with me.
I can feel the tremors starting deep in Raelyn’s core, her internal muscles beginning to clamp down on me in frantic, rhythmic pulses that signal the end of her endurance.
I drive into her one last time, deeper than I thought possible, and the world simply ceases to be.
As I shatter, my body going rigid and my heart feeling like it’s literally tearing out of my chest, the truth I’ve been burying for long finally erupts. It’s not a whisper; it’s a raw, guttural confession that bleeds out of me alongside my release.
“I fucking love you, Raelyn!” I roar, the words jagged and desperate as I bury my face in the hollow of her neck. “More than anything. More than my life. I’ll burn for you…I’ll burn the whole world down just to keep you.”
The honesty of it is a physical blow. Underneath me, Raelyn lets out a sob that isn’t about pain; it’s the sound of a heart finally being seen. She clings to me, her fingernails scoring tracks down my back as she arches into the peak of her own climax.
“I love you,” she cries out, her voice breaking as she weeps in the heat of the moment. “I love you so much, Konstantin. Always.”
We shatter together. It’s a violent, beautiful collision of souls that leaves us both ruined and rebuilt in the same breath. The release is so powerful it feels like it’s stripping the skin from my bones, leaving nothing but the raw, pulsing reality of our love.
I collapse against her, my weight heavy and my breath coming in wrecked, sobbing hitches. For a long time, the only sound is the frantic beating of two hearts trying to find a single rhythm again. The fire hasn’t gone out—it has simply consumed us both, leaving us forged together in the ash.