“Baby steps, sweetheart, remember?”
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips.
“Just relax. Ride my cock and embrace how good it feels.”
I nod my head and slide my tongue between his lips, working my hips harder and riding his cock even faster. His groans mix with mine, and I’m so caught up in how damn good it all feels that it takes me a second to realize he’s slowly pressing his finger inside me.
“Volodya,” I gasp against his lips.
“Tell me it doesn’t feel good, and I’ll stop,” he growls, giving my bottom lip a suck as he slowly slides more of his finger into my ass. I work my hips harder, clenching my ass and pussy around him, surprised to find that it doesn’t feel bad at all. In fact, it feels pretty fucking good. It feels wrong and taboo, but that just adds to the excitement. When he slides in even more and I let out a moan, he smiles against my lips.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he murmurs, sending another rush of pleasure through me at his words. When his finger is buried inside me, and he starts to slowly finger-fuck my ass while he rocks his hips, I lose myself completely in the moment. Rocking my head back with a gasp, I break our kiss. He quickly brings his mouth to my bouncing tit, sucking it in and filling his mouth with me while I grind against him with a shameless abandon that surprises even me.
I let out a strangled, raspy cry when the orgasm hits me, digging my nails into his shoulders. He fists my hair, pulling my head back even more as he bites my nipple and slides a second finger into my ass. My vision darkens with my release. Everything fades away except the feel of him overtaking my body. All of my senses are consumed by him—his familiar scent in my nose, the sounds of his feral groans, the feel of him in and on every single part of my body, the taste of him on my tongue, and when my vision starts to clear, the sight of his gorgeous face as he looks at me, growling my name with his release.
He pulses inside me, filling me with everything he has. Sliding his fingers out of my ass, he grips my hips and slams me down onto him, burying himself as deeply as possible as my pussy clenches around him. With our bodies locked together, he kisses me, cupping the back of my head and losing himself completely. His tongue runs along mine, exploring my mouth, claiming every inch of it as his, just like he’s slowly doing to my body.
With a smile, he pulls back, wrapping his arms around my shaking body and pulling me down onto his chest. Keeping himself inside me, he grabs the blanket and wraps it around us. He kisses my forehead while I melt into him, completely spent and still reeling from everything we just did.
When I keep shaking, he whispers against my skin, “I’ve got you, baby.” His hand rubs circles on my back while he presses his lips to my forehead. “I will never let you go.”
“You better not,” I say, feeling him smile against my skin.
He palms one of my ass cheeks, giving it a soft squeeze. “Thank you for trusting me with your ass,kiska.”
“I love you, Volodya, and I trust you with every part of me.”
“I love you too, baby, and you have every single part of me. I feel like I should apologize for that,” he says with a soft laugh. “I’m sorry there’s so much dark to go with the light.”
“I love every part of you, even the dark stuff.” I yawn and burrow in closer, resting my hand on his chest while I lightly stroke his skin.
I fall asleep quickly and wake up the next morning in our bed with his body tucked in around mine, his arm draped over me and his chest pressed tightly against my back. He may be a big tough Bratva boss, but the man is a cuddler. I usually have a hell of time falling asleep, and the only way I can is if there’s a light on or I’ve got some random show playing to provide some background noise, but I sleep like a baby next to him. I’m in no hurry to get up, so I close my eyes and sink back into a light sleep, perfectly content to stay here in his arms.
The next few days pass by in a whirlwind. We get my mom settled back into her house because she was adamant about packing up her own stuff instead of hiring movers. She said she was feeling better and wanted to do some serious downsizing instead of just hanging onto a bunch of stuff she no longer wanted or needed. Volodya and I have been visiting her daily, helping out with things and bringing her meals. My mom’s already completely smitten with Volodya, and she’s told me privately several times that she’s never seen me so happy. We’ve also been working on the cabin, and it’s all set up and ready for her whenever she wants it.
Everything’s been perfect. If I were superstitious, I’d say it’s a little too perfect. We’ve settled into a nice routine together, and Volodya’s home most of the time. He sometimes gives me a kiss goodbye and then doesn’t show back up for hours, returning with blood on his clothes and hands, but I never get any details, and when I do ask questions, he just smiles and kisses me until all I can think about is getting him naked. I know that this relationship hinges on me accepting who he is and the things he does, and that also means my curiosity needs to take a backseat. I’m learning to accept that because the pros more than make up for that one con.
When he finds me out on the veranda watering the flowers I just planted, he gives me a smile, watching me in that way he does that makes me feel completely naked and bent over. One look from him exposes me like nothing else can. It’s like I’m laid bare before him, and he fucking loves what he’s seeing. I turn the hose off and walk over to him. He cups my face and leans down to kiss me. It’s a deep, scalding kind of kiss that leaves me feeling disoriented and more than ready for more.
Reading my look, he says, “Sorry,kiska, I need to go out for a bit, but I promise I’ll finish this when I get back.”
“When will that be?”
“Hopefully not too long.”
When I run my hands over his body, I feel all the weapons beneath his jacket. He has several knives sheathed, and when I feel a gun holstered beneath his arm, I look up at him in surprise. “What the hell’s going on tonight?”
He smiles and runs a finger over the worry line my scrunched-up brows are creating. “Nothing much. You know I just like to be prepared.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and smiling when he lifts me up. He’s so much taller than me, and it’s often easier for him to just pick me up rather than stay hunched over until I’ve had my fill. I kiss him for a long time, savoring every second I have with him until he’s forced to let me go.
“I love you,kiska. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“I love you.” I give him a hug and kiss his chest. “Be safe.”
“Always, baby.”
He gives me a wink and then takes a few minutes to pet the dogs, who are crowding around us, sensing that he’s about to leave. With one last kiss for me, he turns and walks away. I watch him disappear into the house, and then a few minutes later I hear the rumble of his Camaro as he drives away.
