Chapter 22 - Katya
Sergey pulls a breathless moan from my lips the moment his hand slips beneath my waistband, and his fingers brush against me.
Sparks shoot through me while my legs tremble, and my grip on the island behind me tightens.
His lips latch onto my neck, leaving rough kisses in his wake. His teeth graze my skin, then he sucks at my pulse point, muffling a satisfied sound against me.
Melting into the contact, letting the sensations wash over me, I don’t pull his hand out of my underwear, and I sure as hell don’t push him away. Instead, I bite back the whimpers that try to escape me while he rolls the pad of his finger against my clit.
Maybe I should force him to stop. Perhaps I should be running as far away from him and the trouble that follows him, but I can’t.
I don’t want to. Especially not while he has my body reacting so easily, coaxing my arousal to take over.
Something in me doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he can push through my defenses and make me weak for him. I don’t want that fact to go to his head.
But at the same time, I don’t have it in me to care.
I know how it feels to have Sergey’s complete attention, and to receive the otherworldly pleasure he has to offer. I’d be lying if I claimed not to want it again.
My breath catches as he slips a finger inside me, hips jolting forward at the feeling as he earns himself a strangled sound for it.
“This doesn’t seem like a truce,” I murmur, lashes faltering while he nips at my neck.
“It’s my kind of truce,” he returns, kissing along my jaw, then hovering his lips above mine. The corners pull into a subtle smirk. He takes his time, adding another finger before slowly gliding them both within me. “…and punishment for being so tempting.”
I swallow back a moan, trying to hold my own despite how good his touch feels. “You say that like I did it on purpose.”
“Maybe you did,’ he hums, taking my bottom lip between his teeth hungrily. He releases it, gently kissing me afterwards. “Or maybe it’s just that effortless for you.”
I shudder from his ministrations, feeling myself growing more and more impatient.
“Maybe I should be punishing you for nearly getting us killed tonight.”
Reaching up, I grab the buttons on his shirt and quickly work to get them undone, exposing his chest to me. Even through the fog in my head, I take in the muscled planes of his body, along with the few tattoos he has.
Sergey’s eyes darken from my insistence and my words, but a touch of satisfaction gleams through. “I’d love to see you try.”
Before he can be too triumphant about the upper hand he has over me, I reach for his belt, pulling it undone, then popping the clasp open.
He tenses slightly, seemingly not expecting me to turn the tables. But I slip my hand between his black briefs and his trousers, feeling how achingly hard he is already. He grunts at the contact, and the closing of his eyes betrays how affected he is.
“Christ…” Sergey mumbles, trying to push through the pleasure by focusing on his fingers idly pumping inside me. His thumb swipes over my sensitive bud, making my hips twitch. “You just can’t ever surrender, can you?”
“No,” I return softly, leaning in to press my lips against his neck this time. “Not when it comes to you.”
He groans the second I slip my fingers beneath the band of his briefs, gliding along his erect shaft. His forehead drops against my shoulder while I tease him, keeping my touch light enough to leave him wanting more.
“You’re cruel,” he mumbles, quieting his pleasured sounds while he just barely grinds against my hand.
“I never claimed to be anything else.”
Sounding frustrated, Sergey allows the mutual teasing to continue a moment longer before he huffs out a breath, removing his hand and pulling mine out before turning me around.
Surprised by the sudden change, my breath hitches, and my palms land flat against the cool countertop. My head spins, but he hardly gives me time to dwell on it as I hear him shuffling out of his trousers.
“Bottoms off. Now.”
A thrill moves through me at the rough demand, not wanting to wait a moment longer myself.
My body hums with excitement and anticipation as I ease my pants down, followed by my panties, until my lower half is bared to him.
Seconds later, Sergey cages me against the counter while his hands roam my curves, dipping down to caress my thighs before parting my legs.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I bite back a moan as he presses against me, slowly brushing along the apex of my thighs.
“Don’t keep quiet,” he murmurs, guiding my hips back a bit while he positions himself, seemingly running out of patience altogether. “I want to hear the pretty sounds you make.”
His words come out cold and rough, and while he’s eager to find his release, Sergey still eases forward, using a gentle enough touch on me.
With a flicker of relief, my breath catches as he shifts forward, making that connection at last.
We both gasp to ourselves once he slips inside me, body gladly taking him in.
The initial feeling is enough to make me grip the counter tighter, grounded by his hands on my hips, keeping me steady.
Sergey curses under his breath as he sinks into me, letting a hand drift to my breast. He kneads at it lightly while his breath fans against the back of my neck. He groans and brushes a rough kiss against my shoulder. “You’re too much…but I can’t get enough of you.”
The breathlessness in his voice makes me shiver. I tip my head to the side while he mouths against my neck and gives us both the chance to savor the feeling.
“You’re the only one I need,” Sergey whispers, pulling my body close, making me arch while he grinds against me from behind.
I feel lightheaded from it all, unable to even form the words.
But the moment he withdraws enough to sink into me again, a louder moan falls from my lips, punctuating the otherwise quiet kitchen. His movements light a fire inside me, well aware that I need more. That I crave the release he’s promising me.
Despite keeping his pace slow at first, he gets away from himself and moves faster, keeping a tight grip on me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear completely.
The room fills with undeniable heat while our panted breaths mingle, and I struggle to keep my noises down. When I try to, Sergey snaps his hips against me sharply for emphasis, leaving me no choice but to moan louder.
“That’s it, baby,” Sergey says into the crook of my neck, holding me right where he wants me while he takes me from behind, sending wave after wave of unbridled pleasure through me. “Let me hear how good it feels.”
I had no intention of feeding his ego tonight, but while he thrusts faster, hitting all the perfect places, I can’t bring myself to stop.
Eyes closed and gripping the counter tightly, I’m nearly bent over the surface while I take everything he has to give me. I moan for him, losing myself to the ecstasy of it all.
Sergey groans, seemingly pleased by the way I don’t shy away from the pleasure. His hips falter before he recovers, then his hand lowers to the front of me, finding my clit again.
Between his possessive hold on me, the urgency in his movements, and the added stimulation, I can’t hold back. I can’t stop my legs from shaking or the pressure from mounting inside me.
The tension shifts as I pull in fragmented breaths and clench around him, drawing closer and closer to the sweet release I’m craving more than anything. Picking up on this, Sergey doubles his efforts while he tries to hold himself back from letting go entirely.
His bated breaths against my neck, paired with his strained grunts, are enough to heighten my bliss and send me over the edge.
Reaching the precipice, I cry out for him, not recognizing my own voice as it trembles. I squeeze him, but Sergey uses his arm around my midsection to pull me up, pressing me against his front.
Wasting no time, he gives a loud, satisfied groan while shoving into me one last time before he cracks, reaching his peak. His hips roll forward while they spasm slightly, and his head drops against my back. He trembles faintly while he catches his breath.
I don’t see anything for a moment while I slowly come back down, blissed out and barely keeping myself up.
With Sergey’s grip on me, keeping me pressed against him, I feel as our hearts flutter in unison, and our breaths break up the otherwise quiet kitchen.
“Beautiful,” he whispers reverently while his lips absently press against my skin, never once taking his touch from me.
Everything is a blur for a short while, but his warmth reminds me of where I am. It helps calm my racing pulse, allowing the afterglow to set in.
I hardly remember Sergey carrying me to the living room, but I find myself sprawled out against his chest while his fingers slowly run along my back.
Closing my eyes, I let myself melt entirely, soaking in the soft press of his lips against my temple.
Our night had been nothing short of eventful, but this…this is the only way to end it right.