I shuddered, then went still.
He worked slowly back and forth, easing into me gently. It was such a perfect contradiction to his domination. His way of showing me that control didn't have to be cruel. And I melted even more for him. This was what I needed. A strong guiding hand that both lifted me up and held me down. Konstantin had seen right into my soul and given me what I needed. Opened my heart with his teeth, then tenderly licked the wound.
The tears came again, as they had when we had first made love, but this time, it was fucking. Brutal and beautiful. And my tears weren't merely of joy, they were of completion. Of finally knowing who I was and who Konstantin could be to me. What we could be together. When he sheathed himself fully, I knew that this man owned me as Niko never would.
And I thanked the Gods for it.
“I've got you, baby,” Konstantin whispered. “I'm going to give you what you need. You'll never go wanting again.”
I shuddered in rapture; a man whose prayers had been answered. Then Konstantin began to slam into me, shaking the couch with the power of his thrusts. Shaking me to my core. He flipped my braids aside and grabbed my shoulders instead, pulling me onto his cock with the savagery I craved. His grip strong and sure, fingers curled into my flesh. Unlike when Nikolay used me violently, there was no pain. Konstantin truly loved me and had taken the time to make sure that I would find pleasure in his claiming. That I was an equal participant even though he took the lead. That I wanted this.
Then he went wild.
Growling and grunting, the tiger returned. That savage shaft delved mercilessly, hitting nerve-endings that sent ecstasy rocketing through me. Massaging those places as if it were made to. As if it couldn't take pleasure without also giving it to me.
“You may release your ass now,” Kon said.
“Thank you,” I moaned and let go, bringing my hands forward immediately to push myself up. “Kon, thank you.”
“Tell me who you belong to.”
“You!” I moaned again. “I belong to you, Konstantin.”
“That's right, swanling.” He ran a hand down my spine, then around my flank to brush my cock. Just a soft stroke.
I shuddered and pushed back, holding myself steady to meet his powerful thrusts. “Please, touch me.”
“Touch you where? How? You must ask for what you want.”
“Rub my cock, Kon. Please, I'm so close. Or let me do it.”
“If you're close, I'd better not.” He bent over me to nip my ear. “I want you hard when I come inside you.”
I moaned in delight. “How did you know?”
“Know what?”
“Exactly what to do.”
“I know you, Misha. I've paid attention. I've learned who you are and fallen in love with you. That's how I know. Do you know whatIwant?”
Did I? Had I paid attention to his needs? Did I love him enough to know what he wanted without him commanding me?
“Yes.”
I began to sing. Lifting my head, I gave my lover exactly what he wanted. Not an opera, not music that I loved, but something from his world. Something he would understand. A song of outsiders in love. Of sex and beauty and sacrifice. As I sang about worshiping each other and finding heaven in each other's arms, Kon's rhythm faltered.
“Misha. Fuck, I love this song.”
“I paid attention too.”
I returned to singing, lifting my voice in the chorus, urging him to “Take Me to Church” so I could worship him, lay myself on his altar and die that small death with him. We had heard the song that very night in the Swan's Beak, and I'd seen the way he swayed to it. The way his eyes had gone half-lidded and his lips had formed the words. I had listened and remembered. Because that's what love does, even when it's still growing. Maybe especially then.
“I love you so much, Misha. I . . .” Konstantin's hips locked up, and he came with a deep grunt. “Misha,” he whispered as he fell over me.
“I love you too.”
Gently, Konstantin turned me around and lifted me onto the couch. He settled between my legs and with one hand on my cock and an arm around my waist to hold me, he took me into his mouth. Those glowing eyes had settled back to vivid green, but they still sent a shiver straight through me. I brushed his tiger-stripe hair back, breath catching as I watched him consume me voraciously.
