The breath that leaves his lungs dusts my face and sounds like a tidal wave of relief. He leans into me, walking me backward until my body presses against the wall and his mouth crashes into mine in a scorching kiss. Our teeth collide but it doesn't stop him from deepening the kiss and pulling me so tight against him I can feel every ridge and plane of his body. When he pulls away, he presses his forehead to mine.
"I thought you'd run…"
"Where would I go, Fyodor? You have my heart," I whisper, tipping my chin up to kiss him again. The entire trip has beenone disaster after another, but this moment is so perfect it makes up for every bit of it.
The kiss continues, but his hands slide from my face down to my hips where he pulls me against his body harder and reveals how aroused he is. When he starts angling me and backing me toward the bed, my body temperature jumps at least twenty degrees.
We've had sex that was all of our rage and frustration taken out on each other. And we've had sex that was electric with chemistry. But knowing this man loves me and that the feeling I've had for him that's been growing for days is reciprocated makes this moment different. My heart is being irreversibly tied to his, and I don't want anyone to stop it.
"Say it again, please… Tell me…" I'm panting now, heaving for breath which he steals again in another searing kiss as my calves back up to the mattress and our momentum stops.
"I am desperately in love with you, Noemi Dragunova. I will not live another day without you knowing that. And I'm gonna fuck it up," he says, reaching for the zipper of my dress. "And I'm going to make mistakes and probably let you down, but every day for the rest of my life I'm going to try to be a better man than the day before."
"God," I moan as his teeth sink into my neck. For a man who knows so little about romance, he's definitely hitting the right buttons right now.
His hands trail over my hips, inching the dress upward until the skirt is bunched around my waist, and I lift my arms to allow him to pull it up and over my head. For a brief moment our bodies separate, but our eyes stay locked until the blue fabric is puddled on the ground and Fyodor's hands are on me again.
His fingers trace the straps of my bra, sliding them down my shoulders so slowly it makes my skin prickle. The lace slips away and my breasts spill free. His eyes go dark and hungry while he kneads them.
"Look at you," he rasps. His palms cup me, thumbs circling my nipples until they pebble. "You're so fucking beautiful, Noemi. Every single inch." I whimper as he pinches a nipple and then sucks it into his mouth slowly before sinking lower.
He lowers to his knees, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my ribs, across the soft swell of my stomach. "This skin is so soft," he murmurs against me, tongue dipping into my navel. I gasp and thread my fingers into his hair. "I could spend hours just tasting you here."
His hands slide lower until his fingers hook into the sides of my panties and he peels them down, inch by agonizing inch, kissing every new strip of skin he uncovers—my hip bones, the sensitive crease where thigh meets body. "These legs," he breathes against my inner thigh, before scraping my sensitive skin with his teeth. "They belong wrapped around my waist—around my head."
The fabric drops to my ankles. I step out, trembling. I think he may splay me out on this bed right now and devour me, but he rises slowly, hands gliding up the backs of my calves, my thighs, until he grips my hips and pulls me naked against himself.
This time when his lips meet mine it's hungry and raw. His hands roam my body and squeeze my ass, and a growl rumbles up from his chest. My skin is heated, my core pulsing and aching for his touch, and all I can think about is how incredible he is in this moment.
"Lie down," he says gruffly, giving me a gentle push. I fall backward and land with a yelp of surprise, then smile at him and lie back as his hands rise slowly to undo his tie and the buttons of his shirt. Each one opened reveals more of his scared, ink-covered skin.
When he lets the fabric slide down his arms and fall to the floor I feel a rush of arousal shoot to my core. I find myself touching lightly, massaging my clit while his eyes drink me in.
Fyodor's pants are next, joining the growing pile of clothing on the floor as he steps out of his shoes and tugs off his socks, and the minute he pulls his boxers down, I shudder. He's rock hard, and his flushed dick is dripping for me already.
“God, you’re sexy,” I mumble breathily. “Your body is a work of art, Fyodor." My fingers dip into my juices and I rub harder as his mouth curves into a smile.
He climbs onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as he moves over me. “Move your hand,” he says, and I pull my fingers away, slick and trembling. He catches my wrist, bringing it to his mouth where he sucks my fingers clean slowly, tongue swirling, tasting me like I’m something precious. A low groan rumbles in his chest making something inside me catch on fire as he lowers his head.
His breath ghosts over my clit first, making me arch off the sheets. Then his hands slide under my thighs, lifting me just enough to spread me open for him. The first touch of his tongue is a slow, flat drag from my entrance up to my clit in one long stroke. I gasp, fingers fisting the rose petals under me.
The sound that escapes my mouth makes him chuckle darkly before he dives back in. He licks me like he has all night to enjoythis, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucking it gently between his lips. My hips buck, but he pins me down with one arm across my stomach, the other hand gripping my thigh hard.
“Stay still,” he murmurs against me, and the vibration makes me whimper. “Let me take care of you.” His tongue dips lower, pushing inside me, fucking me with slow thrusts while his thumb rubs tight circles over my clit. The pressure builds too fast. My thighs start shaking around his head. He groans into me and switches back to my clit, sucking harder, flicking faster. My back bows, breath coming in short, desperate pants.
“Fyodor—” His name breaks on a moan as the orgasm hits and my whole body locks up, pulsing around nothing, waves crashing through me while he keeps licking, and drawing it out until I’m trembling and oversensitive, trying to push his head away and pull him closer at the same time.
He finally lifts his mouth, and with shiny lips and eyes glazed with want, he crawls up my body, kissing the sweat from my stomach, my breasts, my throat. “You taste so fucking good,” he whispers against my lips. “I could do that all night.”
He hovers over me, lips brushing mine in a slow kiss that lets me taste myself on his tongue. His dick rubs the inside of my thigh, slick at the tip, twitching with every breath I take. And when he pulls back, his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide.
“You’re so good for me,” he growls, “coming apart on my tongue like that. Perfect girl.”
I shiver at the words as heat floods through me again. My legs fall open wider, hips lifting slightly toward him as he reaches down, wrapping his hand around his dick and guiding the headto my entrance. He rubs it slowly along my folds first, coating himself in me, teasing until I whimper.
Then he pushes in slowly, stretching me open inch by thick inch. I gasp and claw at the soft skin on his ribs, and he groans low in his throat as he sinks deeper.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” he says against my ear. “Look at you, swallowing every inch as deep as I put it."
