“What I need is to finish what I started,” I tell her as I move closer to her, my hand resting on her cheek.
Alina’s eyes automatically slide shut as I capture her lips in a deep kiss. She tenses at first like she’s going to resist, but when my tongue teases hers, she melts and eagerly tastes me.
I focus on the desire pounding through my veins right now, pushing all the other thoughts and concerns aside. I want to feel her fall apart while I’m inside of her, and I want to hear her scream my name while that happens. If not tonight, then soon.
Fantasies are fine. Feelings are not.
I tear off the shirt that she just slipped on, exposing her breasts so that I can tease her nipple with my teeth.
Alina gasps at the sensation, her back arching as I move over her body. She rolls onto her back, her hands sliding up my arms as I hover above her.
I switch over to the other nipple, securing my lips around it to suck hard. My cock starts to harden and strain against the front of my sweatpants as she moans and fists my hair. It takes everything in me not to shove inside her.
“Gavriil…”
I lift my head to kiss her again, lightly groaning as she wraps her thighs around my waist. The friction clouds my mind with heat, and I can’t help but rock against her as our kiss deepens by the second.
Alina tugs on my shirt, drawing the material up my torso until she can pull it off.
I slip my hand into her panties, my fingertips grazing her clit.
She inhales deeply, her hips rolling up against my hand as I rub steady circles. “Oh…”
I can’t wait to hear her cry out for me again and again.
“Still sensitive,” I say, my cock aching. “But desperate for more, aren’t you?”
Alina grips my upper arms as a shaky breath leaves her.
I need more from her than that. She’s holding back.
My lips hover near her ear. “I told you that I wasn’t going to fuck you until you begged for it.”
Alina gasps as I sink two fingers inside of her. She takes me as well as she did earlier. “I…”
She wants to resist. Of course she does.
“No excuses,” I say, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Tell me what you want. Tell me that you want me.”
Her breath hitches, and a moan breaks from her as I suck on her earlobe. “Gavriil…”
“Tell me,” I say, rocking my fingers in and out of her. She’s nearly dripping at this point for me.
Our eyes lock, and she already looks wrecked with her kiss-swollen lips and dark eyes. “I can’t,” she says while sliding her fingers into my hair. “I’m sorry, Gavriil.”
I should’ve known.
“Right now, you’re all mine,” I tell her, claiming her lips again.
I’d give anything to hear her beg for more. But just being with her like this eclipses every other pleasure I’ve known. We feel like…a perfect fit.
But I know that’s not the case. It can’t be.
Instead of being a stubborn, prideful bastard, I should accept the truth and spare myself the misery I’m subjecting myself to by keeping her close to me.
Dominik is who she really wants.
What we have…it’s just lust and desire. A game that we like to play.
