Chapter 34
CHAPTER 34
ARTEM
"G ive in to me, princess," I purred against her ear as her body melted into mine.
After I kissed her in the security office, she was wild.
Tearing at my clothes, trying to take control of the situation.
If I didn't know for a fact that the room was monitored and at least two, if not all, of my family members were in the next room, I would've let her.
Instead, I pulled her hands off of me.
She looked up at me with her enormous eyes gleaming with confusion.
"There are cameras in here. I'm the only man who gets to know what you look like when you come."
I took her hand and led her to my car. We didn't say a word during the short drive from the security cabin back to the lake house.
My cock was aching and if the subtle grinding of her thighs was any indication, she needed me as much as I needed her.
When we got inside the house, I kissed her again, this time slowly. It wasn't about dominating her; it was about showing her what I felt, how I felt about her. I was trying to be affectionate and not controlling.
It was an unfamiliar concept but as her body settled against me, her hands lacing around my back, holding on to me, I thought maybe it was something I could get used to.
We needed to be in the same room I had taken her to the night before.
It was the only one without surveillance.
This time I picked her up and carried her in my arms, her arms wrapped around the back of my neck, her fingers laced into my hair, her lips placing small, sweet kisses on my throat.
This woman was going to be the death of me.
The housekeeper had fixed up the master bedroom, getting rid of any evidence of the more violent coupling from the night before. It was perfect.
The room was dimly lit, only the softest glow of sunlight coming from behind the large, heavy curtains. I set her down on her feet gently, kissing her sweet lips again before running my hands through her thick curls.
Her head tilted up as I tasted the long column of her neck, her heartbeat racing against the flat of my tongue.
Every other time I undressed her, I had destroyed the clothing she was wearing, ripped it from her body.
This time I took my time. Undoing every single button down the front of her shirt, placing kisses on each edge of skin as I exposed it.
Her eyes were wide, her lips barely parted as she watched me.
"Tell me what you want," I said, then placed a kiss on the flat of her stomach.
"My freedom," she gasped, her hands lacing through my hair again.
"Tell me something within my power to give you. I can do many things, princess. Letting you go is simply not one of them."
I sealed my lips over hers again as my hands ran to the strap of lace over her back. One simple pinch had the clasps undone and the lace that kept her beautiful breasts from me tumbling to the floor.
She gasped again, and I slid my tongue in between her teeth, tasted her, explored her and then coaxed her tongue to do the same to me.
"Artem," she gasped as I laid her down on the bed and took my time licking and sucking her beautiful full breasts, ignoring the ache in my cock.
I was always so fucking hard for her. Always ready to bend her over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck her as if my life depended on it.
This wasn't about me taking from her or controlling her, it was about showing her through some kind of intimate bond how I felt about her.
I loved her.
More than anything. But I couldn't tell her, not with words.
If I just said them, she wouldn't believe me.
Hell, I hardly believed it.
I hadn't known I was capable of this kind of affection.
Or worse, she would, and it would make her want to run that much more.
I needed her to want me, not to run from me, and I did my best to pour that into every single touch, every single kiss.
"Princess," I whispered as I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
"Artem?" she asked. "Why me?"
"Because I saw you and saw the fire you had. I saw your strength, and I knew you deserved everything. You deserve the world, and I want to be the man who gives it to you."
Her mouth opened and closed, appearing to be trying to find some kind of answer for that. Instead, she reached up and pulled me back down to her. Her lips were sweet, and her kiss was demanding.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
When I slipped my hand down her body, caressing her soft skin down to the waist of her pants, I broke the kiss and stood next to the bed so I could watch every single inch of her be exposed. I was gentle in sliding her pants down her thighs, her panties following.
She smiled up at me and I could only look at her in wonder. She was beyond perfect and no matter how she got here, I was the luckiest man alive for having her in my bed.
"Artem, please, I need you," she whined, bending her legs up and letting her knees fall wide.
"Those are the sweetest words I have ever heard," I said before placing a kiss on the inside of each of her knees. I moved down to her thighs, kissing back and forth slowly. I could smell her sweet desire, and I knew she wanted this as much as I did.
"Artem," she whined and tried to close her legs. I held her knees down to continue my slow torture.
Finally, when I got to her soaked core, it only took a few long, deliberate licks of my tongue over her clit to have her thighs shaking and her back arching, thrusting those beautiful tits in the air.
I sat back and watched the last rays of golden sunlight dance over her skin before stripping off my suit.
She watched me with hungry eyes, and my god, if that wasn't enough to make a man feel good.
Her little pink tongue darted out of her mouth and licked her top lip slowly, closely watching my pants drop and my heavy cock spring up against my abs.
"Do you want this, princess?"
Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she nodded.
"Tell me how."
This time she shook her head then rose from the bed and stood in front of me, close enough that my cock left a trail of pre-cum smeared on her stomach.
She grabbed my hand and pulled it close to her face, nuzzling my palm for a moment before she laced her fingers in mine and wordlessly pulled me onto the bed, over her. She kissed me again, slowly, thoroughly, and I knew what she wanted.
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her to me as I lined our bodies up, her thighs immediately spreading and her ankles hooking behind my back.
"You are so beautiful," I whispered in her ear as I pushed inside of her.
She gasped and pulled my lips to hers for another kiss.
This wasn't like any other time I had taken a lover.
This wasn't as cold and professional as the women I had used to relieve stress. It wasn't transactional like the women who dated me to be seen.
This wasn't even the incredibly hot, bordering-on-violent sex that I had with Viktoria before.
This wasn’t about showing Viktoria her place or controlling her.
This was something else entirely. It pulled at strings inside my heart, inside my soul, that I didn't know existed. With every slow, methodical thrust inside of her hot, tight little body, I felt closer to her.
I buried my face in her hair, loving that I was surrounded by her vanilla scent. I couldn't stop my hands from exploring her body, my mouth from kissing the long column of her neck, even if it was just to feel her heart flutter in her veins.
She gasped and writhed under me, her ankles never letting me pull out too far.
We devoured each other. Hands, lips, bodies, souls, everything. I gave more than I took and she did the same.
It was heaven.
All too soon I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my spine, but I would be damned if I had my release before she had her second.
She enjoyed fighting with me; she liked when I whispered filthy, even degrading things into her ear. I wondered what it would be like if I whispered the truth, if I whispered praise.
"No one has ever made me feel like this," I said, rough with emotion. "No one has ever challenged me like you have, has ever made me want to fight for something more."
She gasped under me. Her trembling thighs tightened on my hips.
"The way you fight me is incredible. Your body is perfect but the fire that you have, that drives you, is a pure aphrodisiac."
"Artem," she gasped again, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"Come for me, princess. Not because I'm demanding you to, or controlling you, but because you want to."
She panted my name again, and I had to fight the demand that was my own pleasure.
"Come, princess, take the pleasure I'm giving you. Feel all of me and know that I'll always be yours. Only yours."
Viktoria came apart with a silent scream, her muscles going tense as her back arched hard enough that I had to grab her and roll over so she was on top of me.
I thrust up inside of her, holding her shoulders down so she didn't move up with each thrust as I pushed harder and harder, extending her orgasm until she couldn't take anymore, and then I followed her into the abyss.
When she collapsed next to me, I pulled her into my arms and we stayed like that for a very long while.
"Artem, you can't keep controlling me," she said, so low I barely heard it.
My heart stopped for a beat, vulnerable in a way I'd never allowed before.
The words left my lips before I could stop them, raw and honest.
"This wasn't about controlling you," I said into her hair.
It was about loving you.