He keeps his eyes on me, but they’re not filled with pity, and he’s not laughing at my complete lack of experience. “I need you to tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I quickly say.
He smiles and gives my top lip a soft suck. “I haven’t done anything yet, sweetheart, you might change your mind.”
“I won’t. I want everything with you.”
“Everything, huh?” He gives a soft smirk, making me blush even as I clasp my hands behind his neck and part my thighs. “It’s a good thing you’re used to staying up all night, because it sounds like you won’t be getting much sleep.”
His lips trail a line along my jaw before I feel his teeth graze my earlobe as his hands slide down my back, slipping under my shirt before slowly peeling it off me. Right as he’s about to pull it off my head, I grab his wrists and meet his eyes.
“I don’t look like those women at the club,” I warn him, even though I’m pretty sure he’s already figured that out.
“You look a thousand times better,lapochka. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I want to worship every goddamn inch of you.”
When he tries to pull the shirt off again, I don’t resist. He tosses it aside, and I’m thrilled to get rid of the reminder of Lisa. I plan on throwing it in his fancy fireplace before the sun rises. My red strapless bra and skirt are all that I’m left in, and when he runs his eyes over me, I resist the urge to cover my face and hide. His green eyes take in every inch of me, and when he spots the old bruises on my arms and stomach, his jaw clenches and a flash of pure rage fills his eyes before he gets control of himself. He runs his fingers over the yellow, fading marks.
Bringing his eyes back to mine, he says in a tone that’s deceivingly calm because I can feel the rage beneath it, threatening to boil over, “If he ever lays a hand on you again, I’m going to kill him.”
Wanting to take away the worried, angry look on his face, I pull him closer and press my lips to his. His body immediately softens, the tension leaving him as I lay back and take him with me, wrapping my legs around his waist as soon as he’s on top of me. Sliding my tongue between his lips, I run my hands over his back, pulling on his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine. Ever since he sent me that photo, I’ve been dying to see him without a shirt. When I tug harder, he smiles against my lips and pulls back so I can yank his shirt off.
“Damn,” I whisper at the sight of him. There’s a huge bear tattoo covering most of his chest along with several others that decorate just about every inch of his tanned skin. Mixed in with them are some brutal-looking scars. My eyes run over him, darting from sexy tattoos, to scary scars, to all the peaks and grooves of muscle that I want to explore with my tongue.
“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” I tell him.
He gives me a wink. “Did you think that before I took my shirt off?”
I laugh and reach up for him. “You know I did.”
Before he lets me pull him down, he hooks a finger under my chin and says, “Take off the bra, baby.”
Pushing my fears and insecurities aside, I choose to trust the heated look he’s giving me instead as I reach around and unclasp my bra. When I toss it to the side, he lets out a groan and brings his body close to mine.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers while he slides one hand up my stomach, lightly trailing his fingers over my breasts before cupping one in his large hand and running his thumb over my taut nipple.
“Valeri,” I moan, already feeling like I’m about to explode. My heart is racing, my breaths are coming faster and faster, and the ache between my legs is quickly taking over. Soon I’ll be nothing but a raging ball of lust. When my short nails drag along his back, he gives a wicked-sounding laugh and pinches my nipple hard enough to make me gasp.
“There are so many things I’m going to teach you, baby, and the very first thing is that I’m in charge of your pleasure.” He rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger, drowning me in a mix of pain and pleasure until I’m whimpering and desperately rocking my hips up in an effort to get myself off like I did at the beach. He presses harder against me, pinning me to the mattress so I can’t move. His hard cock digs into me, taunting me with how close it is.
“Please,” I beg, scratching his back again. When all that gets me is a smug grin and a wink, I decide to try for pity and say, “But it’s my birthday.”
“It is, isn’t it?” He smiles and brings his mouth to my chest, kissing his way to the nipple that isn’t currently being pinched and tweaked. When his tongue runs over me, I gasp and clutch at his head, fisting his dark hair and arching my back up for more. The heat of his breath on my wet skin has goosebumps rising all over me. He slowly sucks my nipple into his mouth as my pussy clenches in anticipation. Filling his mouth with me, he groans and gives my nipple a sharp flick of his tongue while he pinches the other one even harder. Right when I’m convinced I can’t withstand a second more of this exquisite torture without losing my damn mind, he pulls back and growls, “Roll over.”
It takes a second for his words to get through my lust-filled brain, and when they do, I start to panic. He notices and gives my nipple a quick kiss before saying, “Do you really think I’d take you from behind for your first time, baby? You think I want to miss out on seeing your face when I slide into you?” He brings his mouth to mine and kisses me slowly, savoring the taste and feel of me. Pulling back, he says, “I think you’re forgetting that I promised you a birthday spanking. I’m going to turn your sweet ass red, and then I’m going to bury my face between your legs and eat your pussy, but I don’t think I’m going to let you come.”
“What?” I say so quickly that it makes him laugh.
“I like keeping you on the edge,lapochka.” He gives a small shrug. “You’re fun to tease.”
Before I can complain, he stands up and slowly pulls my skirt and panties off so I’m completely naked and exposed. He eyes my recently shaved pussy and groans a “Jesus fucking Christ” and scrubs a hand over his stubbled jaw. “You make my mouth water just looking at you, baby. Now roll the fuck over and don’t make me ask again.”
I’m not surprised that Valeri has a dominant side in the bedroom since everything he does screamsI’m a possessive alpha. I’m more than happy to give up control and let him take charge. I hurry up and roll over, thankful that at least the overhead light is off. Moonlight can cover a multitude of sins. I’m relieved when I hear his sigh of appreciation right before his hand cups one of my cheeks, giving it a firm squeeze.
“Every inch of you is perfect, baby, every fucking inch.”
His fingers dance along my skin, and then he’s gripping my hips and roughly pulling me down so I’m bent over the bed. I lift my head and try to turn around when I hear him pulling down his zipper.
“No, sweetheart, head down.”
