“I promised that no one in your family would be harmed,” he reminded me. “And I promised that I would keep you safe.”
His voice was quiet, sure, and almost urgent. He needed me to believe him. I could feel the same yearning radiating off of him that welled up in me. He did make those promises, and so far, he kept them both.
“So we need to bring the rope to the rogues in your organization,” I said, scooting forward at the same time he did. Our knees almost touched. His hand twitched, like he wanted to reach for mine.
“And wrap it around their necks,” he said. “You and me.”
You and me. I liked the sound of it, and for the first time, wanted to fight instead of run and pretend nothing bad was happening. A whole lot of bad was about to happen, but I could face it if Gavril was there with me.
“There’s so much to do,” I said, my heart rate kicking up a notch, not completely because of all the planning ahead.
He nodded behind me, out the window of the plane. Nothing but clouds. And hours until we landed in LA. “Nothing we can do now,” he said.
Oh, wasn’t there?
Everything fell away. I was achy and crusty from fighting the ocean, still slightly in shock from the absolute mayhem that occurred at the farmhouse. But one thing was certain. Gavril was leaning closer to me, and I was leaning closer to him. Drawn to each other, inexorably. He had found me somehow, in the middle of nowhere, and snatched me from danger. He had kept his promises.
I believed him.
As his hand moved closer, his fingers sliding gently up the side of my neck and into my tangled hair, I leaned the final inch. His mouth was hot on mine, hungry and fierce. With sure hands, he dragged me across the aisle and onto his lap.
I accidentally hit the spot he’d been shot, and felt him wince. I wasn’t fast enough or strong enough to keep him from getting hurt, and I gasped at how easily things might have turned out differently.
He pulled away from the kiss and shook his head at me, reading my thoughts. “I don’t feel a thing. Not in my arm, anyway.”
His wicked smile as he grabbed my hips and tugged me closer so I could feel the stiff bulge under me had me gasping again, this time for a completely different reason. Emboldened again, I straddled him, grinding against that hard rod pulsing against me.
With a growl, Gavril held me close, pushing the edges of my t-shirt up. I was glad to be free of it, stiff from salt water, and even happier to feel his fingers trailing down my back and up my sides.
He pulled away again to look down as he stroked his thumbs over my nipples, making me moan and wriggle on his lap. I watched his eyes grow dark, and he licked his lips. “I need a bigger plane,” he said, looking around for a place to carry me.
It was a luxe setup to be sure, but beside the short couch I had been sitting on, there wasn’t much room to stretch out. I pushed down hard, sighing.
“You need to hurry up,” I said, reaching for the button of his pants.
Of course, that only made him stubborn, and he gave me a little smile as he leaned me back so he could dip down and drag a taut nipple between his teeth. I shivered and grabbed his hair with both hands, holding him there. He teased me until I was pleading with him, grinding hard against his straining cock.
With strong hands, he lifted me off his lap until my backside rested against the seat in front of us. I clapped my hands down to balance as he spread my thighs and dragged at the waistband of my shorts with his teeth. After a little maneuvering, they were sliding down around my ankles and tossed aside.
I held on tight, watching him peruse me, perched on the seatback and spread wide open. With whip-like speed, his face was buried in my wet heat, making me yelp with pleasure.
“Oh my God, the flight attendant,” I groaned. We had boarded the plane in murderous silence; now I was screaming. “And the pilot.”
“They’re not invited,” he said, pressing his tongue hard against my clit.
After a few more expert swipes of his tongue, I was shaking, yanking on his hair, begging him for more, and at the same time, overloaded with sensation. It was a miracle the seat didn’t break with all the thrashing I was doing.
I finally clamped my legs around his shoulders and let go completely. The plane dipped in a bit of turbulence as the final, wracking shudders took over my body and I ended up on Gavril’s lap again.
His lips shiny from my juices, he kissed me, his fingers buried deep inside me. I shook my head and tore at his pants until his big cock was free and in my hands. He went still,leaning back as I stroked his thick length, sliding my fingers over the liquid at the tip until he made a wild noise in his throat.
“I really want you,” I whispered, breathing so hard I could barely get the words out.
His head was thrown back as I worked his stiff rod, and he muttered something I couldn’t quite make out. It sounded like ‘Is that all?’ but I was too caught up in watching his cock throb in my hand to be sure.
Of course, it wasn’t all. But it had to be enough for now. The need for him consumed me. I had never felt such hunger.
He grabbed my hand and brought it to his chest, where his heart hammered against his ribs. One searing, possessive look had me gripping his shoulders and rising. Planting his hands firmly on my hips, he brought me down onto his cock until every inch was deep inside me.
