There’s hesitation, I can see it in his eyes, but after my last sentence, it flares into something feral. “You’re sure,Kolibri?”
“I am.” It sounds like a wedding vow. At least a vow for something more.
I scoot back on my elbows and heels and he prowls after me, lazily, knowing he has all the time in the world. When I hit the headboard, he takes my hips, thumbs rubbing over my skin. “It will hurt, but only for a minute.” He leans down to kiss me.
Oh, it’s going to hurt. It’s going to hurt a lot because something that size does not belong in a normal-sized person but he’s notching the head of his shaft inside me and pushes carefully, just an inch or two but I feel itall.My fingernails are digging into his shoulders and he kisses me again, brushing the hair back from my face, watching me avidly as his hips push harder.
Nothinghas ever felt like this.
It hurts like hell but in a way that feels good. It makes no sense. His shaft is pulsing inside me, spreading me wide and stinging and burning and when his thumb lazily circles my clitoris, the burn turns into a dull heat, spreading through me and muting the pain.
“Such a good girl, my sweetKolibri,”he murmurs, his deep voice tight with tension. “I’ll go slow, but fuck! Your snug little cunt is gripping me like a fist.” He groans, his head dropping between my breasts as he pushes again. There cannot possibly be any more room inside me but he finds it because he fits every inch inside me until the hairy base of his cock is rubbing against my clit.
We’re both panting, and I’m oddly pleased that this is affecting him, too. The ice-cold Angel of Death is just as turned on as I am, just as desperate for this feeling.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he tilts my head, making me look down at where we’re connected. He’s murmuring something softly in Russian and it takes me a moment to realize he’s reciting the periodic table of elements, trying to control himself. It somehow makes this better, this sliver of vulnerability from him. His entire, enormous body is strung tight like a piano wire as he slowly pulls his cock out, gleaming with my arousal.
“Wh- what is that?”
There’s something silver-colored at the tip of his cock and I realize it’s a piercing. When he pushes back in, he angles his hips and I can feel it, the hard little thing rubbing against my G-spot and I almost come right then.
“Relax,” he groans, “you’re going to rip my dick off my body.” His thumb is back on my clitoris and circling slowly and I loosenenough for him to move again. “So sweet,” he says, kissing my earlobe and biting it. “So snug, so warm.Fuck…”his head tilts back. “You’re hot. I haven’t felt warm once in my life but now my cock feels like it’s on fire.”
One of my legs wraps around his hip, then the other and the new angle makes his pierced tip hit something that sends electricity straight to my clitoris and I come, my thighs squeezing his hips.
Everything narrows down to sensation, the weight of his body on me, his huge, stinging cock, the tremors of my orgasm still rippling through me. Alexi moves faster, his hips thrust harder and his mouth goes to my breasts, biting one nipple and licking away the sting and then moving to the other.
When he puts his hand around my neck and squeezes lightly, he whispers, “Time to come again,Kolibri.”I feel him swell larger, impossibly harder, and then I do, crying out his name, his mouth smothering my moans as he floods me. We’re wet and warm, his enormous body covering every inch of mine.
I’m shaking, I don’t know why. He cups my face and kisses me softly as he pulls out of me slowly and we moan together. “Beautiful Lucya,” he croons, holding me against him. The comfort of his hard angles smoothing into my softer curves feels safe, secure.
I wish we could stay right here, just like this forever.
Chapter Fourteen
In which we find that Alexi is not smooth with the ladies.
Alexi…
“This is incredible…”
Lucya is fluttering from one corner of the rooftop to the other. “I would never expect this from you,” she says, casting a teasing grin over her shoulder. “Magical fairy lights?”
I squint and look up at the strings of Edison bulbs crisscrossing the roof. “They’re for illumination. There are three settings and the last one will blind anyone trying to get up here.”
She laughs, leaning over to run her fingers through the koi pond. “And this?”
“Attack fish,” I say with a straight face.
“Of course,” she nods solemnly, fighting her smile. “I’m sure you have some stern, sinister reason for this perfect little greenhouse?” She hesitates by the door.
“Go in,” I nod. The interior is at least thirty degrees higher than the outside, and she sighs in relief.
We’d started the tour when I showed her the storage area with her pitifully small group of belongings; Lucya had a single suitcase, though the men packing up Inessa’s shit told me she had a full set of Louis Vuitton luggage.
When she caught sight of my rooftop, she went into full hummingbird mode, darting from the gardens to the fire pit.
The greenhouse air is warm and humid, the scents of a dozen different species of orchids and roses collide, mixing with the sharp bite of rosemary and lavender in the little kitchen garden.
