Chapter 16 - Georgie
Kristopher’s massive bulk is lying over me, his cock inside me, stretching me, moving, pushing, pulling…
I can’t tear my eyes off his gorgeous face, his gentle hands embracing me as he takes me in the most beautiful way. He is slow, careful, and despite his massive size, his throbbing, monstrous cock, all I feel is indescribable pleasure.
It builds, intensifying with each movement. It’s as though his entire being has swallowed me whole and the rest of the world is a distant dream. Everything is here and now. This moment is the only thing that exists.
My body becomes impatient and I bite my lip, rocking my hips up to meet his slow thrusts into me.
He chuckles, and the sound vibrates against my chest. “Do you want more, little one?” his deep voice is husky, controlled.
I nod eagerly.
He moves a little faster, and the pleasure explodes through me. A gasp escapes my lips and my heart races.
“Harder,” I whisper, closing my eyes, overwhelmed by him.
He pulls back and thrusts forward with more force than I was expecting. My body jolts beneath him and as he plunges deep inside me.
He is hesitant, I can tell, not wanting to hurt me.
“Again,” I plead, clawing at him.
He thrusts hard again, growling with pleasure.
“Do whatever you want to me,” I whisper.
The words seem to push him over the edge. His body shudders, and his eyes grow dark, piercing into me.
“Not this time, I don’t want to hurt you, but I will claim you fully,” he mutters, his breath hot against my lips.
Kristopher begins to fuck me. No longer moving with careful precision, he starts slamming into me. At first, there is a hint of pain, but only for a moment before pure bliss envelops me. He moves faster, pushing deeper, his cock stretching me open and forcing its way inside my pussy.
Ecstasy. My body is screaming, and my lips are parted as I gasp and moan with each movement.
He wraps his arm beneath my lower back and lifts me slightly, and the pleasure doubles as he reaches even deeper inside me.
My body begins to shake, my legs, my arms, my breathing erratic and desperate.
Sensations I never imagined I could feel shot through me like a current, pouring from his body into mine.
It rushes up on me, the orgasm, more intense than I’ve ever felt at my own hand, more intense than a touch. This is everything. This is a connection so intimately deep that it touches my soul.
My pussy locks over his cock. Perspiration glitters on my skin. I don’t recognize my own voice when I call out his name.
I am his.
In this moment, I belong to him, and in my heart, the knowledge pulses. I will never belong to anyone else. No matter what happens, no matter if this is real or not. It’s real to me.
The orgasm steals me away as pleasure shoots through my entire consciousness.
His cock goes impossibly harder, growing bigger inside me, and for a second it seems as though he will tear me apart.
He groans and pushes forward, his hand around the back of my neck, gripping tighter as his body tenses.
I feel his cock as it pours his pleasure inside me, throbbing and shooting hot come into me.
He lies over me, our hearts synced as they beat against each other.
It’s like he’s marked his territory inside me.
I want to be his.
I want him to own me.
I want him to claim me.
But as the intensity of this moment slips away and reality slowly seeps back into the bedroom, a flicker of warning in my mind tells me this was just sex. To me, no, but to him…this was just sex. Something physical. He doesn’t want me that way. I can’t let myself be so naive.
But when Kristopher looks at me, his gray eyes still dark, still piercing, and he rolls over, pulling me with him and holding me as though I were his entire world and he wants to keep me safe….how could I not allow myself to believe it was as real as it felt?
I fall asleep in his arms, promising myself that while I will let this dream play out tonight, tomorrow I must return to reality. I must control my heart.
In the morning, he is still holding me tightly. Every inch of me is tangled with every inch of him, his naked body soaking warmth and safety into mine. I wiggle, rolling to face him, and in his sleep, he grumbles and pulls me closer as though he thought I was trying to move away.
A smile drifts over my face as I study his.
He’s too beautiful for words. The outline of his jaw, the sharp, masculine shape of his features, his dark lashes, and his full lips.
My heart clenches.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve learned so much about him. He spoke of his childhood, and when he did, he might not have realized, but I was pulled even closer to him. How can my heart belong so fully to a man who has made it clear that we are no more than what we are?
Limerence.
I sigh softly, closing my eyes and fighting for control of my emotions.
Don’t be silly, Georgie. Don’t let yourself get hurt.
He flirts, he talks, he treats me exactly how I would want to be treated…but to him, this is temporary. And when it ends, it will destroy you if you let it.
But there is so much more to him than just the flirty comments and his merciless Bratva side. There are so many layers to his heart that I am only just learning.
I bite my lip, hard, using the pain to help myself focus.
Get up. Clear your head. This isn’t what you want it to be. Don’t get hurt.
Moving more carefully than before, I untangle myself from him without waking him up and slip off the side of the bed in silence. I grab one of the blankets that fell off the bed in last night’s passionate game.
A game. Nothing more.
But as I wrap the blanket around my body and stare down at him, I can’t help but smile. Even if it was only a game of sorts to him, I will never regret this. I’ve always wanted him to be the one. My first. It will always mean something to me, no matter where life takes me.
The heaviness in my heart is because I know no one will ever live up to him. And most likely, I’ll never experience something so beautiful again, and I’ll always be yearning for him.
How silly of me to fall in love with a man I can never have.
But after last night, I can’t deny it anymore. I can’t pretend or convince myself otherwise. I am in love. And this will break me when it ends.
I was never even in control.
With a soft sigh, I turn away from the bed and tiptoe out of the room, into the hall, down the stairs, heading towards the kitchen for some tea.
The blanket trails behind me as I clutch it around my body.
I turn the corner into the kitchen, still lost in thought about him and last night, and walk straight into Jess.
She squeals in fright, then starts giggling, then abruptly stops when she notices I’m wearing nothing but a blanket.
I’m frozen in shock, not knowing what to say, completely caught off guard.
“Georgie, what are you…” Her eyes trace over me, and self-consciously, I pull the blanket tighter, wishing I could melt into the floor. She scrunches her nose, a small smile creeping onto her face. “Where’s Kris?” she asks. And it’s obvious she’s worked it out.
I open my mouth, wanting to make some excuse, some kind of explanation, but I can’t lie to her.
Behind us, Kristopher’s footsteps echo towards the kitchen, and Jess’s smile grows wider as she folds her arms across her chest and tilts her head to the side, waiting.
I bite my lip, awkward and unsure.
Kris walks into the kitchen wearing only sweatpants.
He wraps his arm around my waist, kisses my cheek and says, “Breakfast with my sister and my wife. What a perfect morning.”
My jaw drops open, mimicking Jess’s expression.
“Wife?” she blurts out.
My eyes dart between her and Kristopher.
He’s got this smug look on his face, pride mixed with amusement.
“I’ll put the kettle on,” he says, as casual as ever.
As he passes Jess, he pulls her into a one-armed hug.
“You aren’t supposed to be in Phoenix,” he says, warning, but not angry.
“But it’s really good to see you. Coffee or tea? ” he asks.
“Doesn’t anyone wear clothes around here?” Jess says, the smile returning to her face.
Her eyes drift back to me. I grin, then shrug. “I am going to run upstairs and put some clothes on right now,” I giggle nervously.
“I’ll be here. I can’t wait to hear what you’ve been up to,” she sasses.
My cheeks turn pink, and I avert my eyes, then spin and practically run from the kitchen. Behind me, I hear Kristopher chuckle.
Upstairs, I shower, taking my time and pulling my thoughts straight. Jess knows about the marriage now. What else do I tell her? Do I tell her about my heart? No. It would be silly. It would be embarrassing, because Kris doesn’t feel the same way.
When I come downstairs again, Kris is dressed in a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, and he and Jess are busy making pancakes.
He winks at me and my heart somersaults.
We eat breakfast at the kitchen table, chatting about nothing in particular.
Kris stands and stretches. “I’ve got to go into work for a bit. Are you two going to behave?” he raises his brows at each of us.
“We’ll behave,” Jess laughs.
“Please, I don’t want either of you out of this mansion. Not right now, after what happened last night.”
Jess scrunches her face. “What happened?” she blurts out.
“Georgie can update you. I’ve got to go.” He hugs her, then walks over to me, and with his hand behind my head, he gently kisses my cheek. My face flushes red and my heart does the somersault thing.
“I’ll see you later,” he whispers, then leaves us alone at the table.
“Um. So….” Jess says, grinning and picking up her coffee.
I pick up my tea and smile, looking into the mug. “I guess there’s a lot to tell.”
“Well, why don’t you start with how you are? I’ve been worried about you. I know you said you were okay after being kidnapped and all, but come on, Georgie, you can talk to me. It must have been terrifying.”
“Let’s go sit in the living room. It’s more comfortable there.”
She follows me to the sofa, and we sit together. I tell her about the experience of being taken by Koskos, and she listens, sometimes horrified, sometimes furious. We talk about that, and about what happened afterwards at the auction, how Kris traded his territories for me.
Then, finally, with her curiosity becoming too much, she asks me about the marriage.
“Was it for your safety? To protect you?” she asks.
“Yes. He said it was the only way he could keep me safe.”
She nods slowly, but her smile is sneaky. “It wasn’t about anything else?” she grins.
“No. No, it’s not like that,” I answer quickly. The way Jess looks at me, it’s like she’s seeing straight through me.
She tilts her head to the side, watching me carefully. “I always suspected, you know.”
“What?” I ask.
“You don’t know this, but I’ve always been aware of it. My brother has been keeping a very watchful eye on you for years. He had security guys undercover and following you at all times. He kept his distance, but he kept you safe.”
“Um, sure. He did it because he knew we were best friends. He wanted to make sure nothing happened to me because it would hurt you,” I explain, remembering what Kris told me. But it is surprising to hear he went to such extreme lengths. I had no idea.
Jess giggles. “No, Georgie. It was more than that. It was more than just what a ‘best friend’s brother’ would do. And now, seeing how he looked at you, it’s even more obvious to me. What I saw this morning confirms it.”
She smiles a crooked smile, one corner of her mouth curling upwards as she watches me closely.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” I reply, my heart beating fast enough to burst from my ribs. I want to believe it. And I do understand what she’s suggesting, but it can’t be that.
“I think you do. I think you see it, too. Maybe you feel the same way?”
“Feel?” I mutter, barely a whisper. “No, it’s not like that at all, Jess.”
“Don’t be so blind. You’re the psychologist,” she laughs. “My brother more than has feelings for you,” she insists.
I shake my head, too scared to believe it, because if I do, it will hurt more when it’s confirmed that she’s wrong.
“It was just…physical,” I smile, trying to sound okay with it. “Really. I would know if he felt something for me. Like that.”
Jess laughs and shakes her head. “Alright. But I’m not blind. And I know my brother better than anyone,” she says, shrugging one shoulder before changing the subject for my sake. “Now, tell me how the exams are going.”