26. Chapter Twenty-Six #2
“I don’t need to invite you here,” I murmur against her, staring up at her now as she frames my face.
“You’ve already invaded. You’ve taken over everything.
My thoughts,” I say, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm.
“My dreams.” I capture her gaze with a look I can only hope conveys even a fraction of my feelings for her.
My heart.
“Oh, are we talking about a bad invasion, like aliens or a parasite,” she says in a teasing tone, glancing up at the ceiling, “or a good one, like…”
Before she can finish, I rise from my heels and kiss her.
Her lips are silky, tinged with the salt of her tears, carrying the lingering taste of the Napoleon cake we had for dessert.
The sensation evokes a raw, primal sound from deep within me.
My hands grip the sheets around her, grounding myself as I resist the urge to claim her with the intensity of a lion.
Control.
I withdraw from the kiss, leaving both of us breathless, our gazes locked on one another.
I realize no matter how far I go, even if it’s to some forsaken gulag, I’ll never escape the pull she has on every fiber of my being.
For the first time, we’re truly seeing each other—beyond the noise, the chaos, and the weight of the world.
No responsibilities, no duties, no expectations, and no guilt. In this moment, it’s only us.
Reaching for Aurora’s hand, I pull us to our feet, then turn her away from me. With the back of my hand, I ghost down her arm, coaxing a shiver from her skin. “May I?”
She looks over her shoulder, lashes fluttering and mouth parting before she dips her chin.
My fingers trace the zipper down her back with deliberate care.
As the fabric, snug against her curves, slides to the floor with a soft whisper, revealing her shape, a needy grunt punches out of my throat.
My eyes drink her in, the way her skin is delicately bathed in the gentle bedroom light, causing desire to replace the blood in my veins.
I linger on the elegant line of her clavicles before drifting to the full curve of her breasts as they rise and fall with every breath, and I fear I’ll soon be hypnotized.
Who am I kidding? This woman already has me wrapped around her every stare, every word, every touch. As I bring my arms around her, my hands develop a mind of their own, unable to stop touching, exploring, kneading.
Slower.
Air zips through my parted lips as my throat works hard to remember how to function. Her almost naked body presses against me. Her breasts squeeze deliciously against my own chest, threatening to escape the confinement of her black strapless bra.
Aurora rises to her toes as she turns toward me.
She kisses my eyelid, then the other before moving slowly down my cheek, my jawline, and my neck.
Powerless to resist, I grasp her neck and crush my mouth to hers.
She hums in approval, and I realize how obsessed I’ve become with all of her sounds.
When my tongue begins exploring her mouth, I wonder how it will feel to have it on other parts of her body.
Patience.
I must be gentler, but hunger threatens to consume me, drowning out every rational thought.
A gleeful yelp escapes her as I lift her, my hands cradling her ass while my fingers sink into velvet-soft flesh.
I plan on exploring every inch of her tonight—kissing every curve, licking every dip.
As long as she lets me, I’m at her mercy.
From the moment she walked into my life, I never let myself hope, not fully, that this could happen. And yes, I know this won’t be simple, that we’ll have things to figure out, but I can’t stop the warmth blooming inside me. A smile tugs at my lips as I sweep my tongue inside her mouth again.
“What?” She pauses, tilting her head to the side. “Why are you smiling?”
How does she not know that she’s the reason why? That it is her being in my arms, allowing me to touch her, to kiss her, to…
“Because I’m thinking of all the ways I’m going to pleasure you…” I graze her neck with my tongue, sucking and licking up to her ear, before I catch her earlobe with my teeth, pressing firmly. Her body responds instantly, and I feel the goosebumps along her legs with my hand.
I lower her cautiously back onto the bed and climb on top of her, my thighs bracketing hers.
“I have been dreaming about you, sprawled out like this, with your hair”—I kiss the long silky strands, carefully arranging them on the bed—“with your breasts”—I hunch over and trail my tongue in between her breasts.
Grabbing both of them, I squeeze, and she lets out a surprised gasp.
“So soft, so… God.” The words escape me as I unhook her bra, letting her breasts spill from their containment.
“Eta ray?” I murmur in Russian. It must be heaven because none of my fantasies came even close to the reality of Aurora’s body.
“Sergei, I need—”
“What do you need, my Rora?” I flick her nipple with my tongue, knowing I’ll have to resist the urge to spend an entire night worshipping her breasts.
She arches her back, grabbing my head and pushing it down. I suck harder, playing with her erect pebble. The sounds she makes fill me with anger that we haven’t done this sooner.
“I need—” She sounds out of breath as I bite her nipple. “Yessss,” she hisses.
I plant a soothing kiss before pulling away and dropping to my knees in front of the bed.
“What? Why? Come back,” she murmurs quickly, her hands roaming her body in search of my touch.
A devilish smile curves at the corners of my lips as I begin to unfasten her heels.