“So, you do remember my name,krasivoglazaya.At least that’s something you didn't forget.” His voice was mocking, sarcastic, hurt, and in that moment, my back hit the wall, leaving me no escape, because he was on me in an instant.
His hands were on either side of my head. His hips pushed into mine, which allowed me to feel his hard-on, and everything female in me awakened at his touch. Those parts of me had stayed dormant all these years, because no one could evoke that response but him.
Radmir’s gray eyes roamed over my exposed skin, and he leaned closer, inhaling my scent.
“As good as I remember.” Then he ran his nose around my neck and nipped my skin with his teeth, which sent shivers through me. My hands automatically pushed into his hair. “Taste as good as I remember.” His lips moved to my mouth, and without warning, his tongue delved inside, taking ownership.
The kiss was deep, passionate, punishing, hot, and for some reason, it held a feeling of desperation in it.
As if he tried to memorize the taste and hated me for it, like it brought pleasure and pain at the same time. Like kissing me was a sin, and bliss.
I moved my mouth away from him, because it was hard to breathe. As I gulped air, his hands moved to the edge of my nightshirt and started to raise it slowly over my thighs and up to my stomach, the softness of the silk evoking goose bumps and exposing me.
Fast, it was too fast.
We needed to talk. He had to hear my explanation first and understand why I had to do what I did.
It was too soon to make love, too soon.
“No,” I whispered against his mouth and tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge.
God, I forgot how strong he was.
“No?” He mocked me as his hands ripped my panties off with one swift pull, while his mouth moved to suckle on my nipple through the material, wetting it, making the hard bud ache. His hand moved to my core, pushing his finger inside, spreading my wetness all over my tight heat. My muscles clenched around his fingers, and he growled.
Lacing my fingers through his hair, I pulled his head closer and moaned loudly when he bit lightly on my skin, sending tingling sensations through me.
How was a woman supposed to resist a man she loved with all her heart?
“We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered again, and he stilled, raising his gaze to me, memorizing me with smoldering, desire-filled eyes.
Not breaking our stare, he removed his finger from me and brought it to his mouth, sucking it hard, tasting me on his tongue.
He grabbed me by the nape and smashed his mouth once again on mine, allowing me to taste myself on him, earning a whimper from me. Not being able to withstand his assault, I pushed his shirt up. He let go of me for a second and threw it over his head while my hands finally touched his rugged skin, my nails digging into his back.
“Strange how your body says yes, when you keep on saying no.” He unzipped his pants, lowered them, and circled my legs around him, while I hugged him closer.
With one hard thrust, he pushed inside me, and everything froze.
It was painful, pleasurable, all-consuming, and harsh at the same time.
“So fucking tight,” he muttered. “That American fucker didn’t fuck you as good as I did,krasivoglazaya.” In the haze of my desire, I didn’t understand the meaning behind his words.
What American fucker? Was he talking about my past before him? He never brought it up. Why would he talk about this in such a moment?
Other people didn’t belong in our relationship or lovemaking. We promised this to each other during our first night together all those years ago.
“No one but you matters.”
He stilled, grabbed my hair painfully, and pushed my head back, exposing my neck to him. “No one?” Pain flashed in his eyes… and remorse, but he quickly masked it, confusing me even more. “You—” he groaned, and then his mouth was back on mine, owning me again, while he moved in and out of me, making me feel so full and so good. His hands squeezed my ass cheeks painfully, leaving bruises, but I didn't care.
He was finally here, with me, inside me, where he belonged. Years of separation faded away in his arms.
“I missed you so much.”
He snarled at my words. “You betrayed me.”
I tried to shake my head but couldn’t with his tight grip on me. Hard and fast, he continued to pound into me.
