I lower my head and drag my tongue over the head of his cock, hearing his breathing quicken the same second.
“God, Alina.” My lips slide over him, my head steadily moving up and down.
Gavriil runs his fingers through my hair, gathering the strands up in another ponytail for him to hold in one hand. “Keep going. Just a little more,printsessa. Fuck, I love…love your mouth. God, yes. The things you do to me…”
His soft praise spurs me on even more, encouraging me to take more of him.
Because I find that I enjoy pleasuring him as much as he enjoys going down on me. We’re not chasing lust and empty desire. We’re cherishing each other.
“That’s enough,” Gavriil breathes out before gently pulling me off him by my hair. He leans down and kisses my forehead before cupping my face. “I want to come inside you. Fill you up so I drip from your thighs for hours…”
Excitement channels through my veins as he crawls back onto the bed, his larger body shadowing mine. He spreads my thighs wider, then moves between them, planting his hands on either side of my head.
I reach down to guide the head of his cock inside of me, just enough to make us both gasp, before I think to tell him, “I’m not on birth control.”
“Good. Once might be all it takes,” he says, his voice rough. He smirks down at me, waiting. I’ve barely nodded before he thrusts forward so hard the air leaves my lungs as I adjust to him.
He groans as he fills me perfectly. And when his upturned lips claim mine, I feel complete.
I’m surprisingly happy with the last person I ever thought could make me feel that way.
Despite all the heartbreak, Gavriil has made me stronger. And I’ve made him just a little bit softer.
Not that I would ever tell him so. He would be unnecessarily savage just to try and prove otherwise.
I lightly smile into the kiss as my hands venture around his body, feeling every groove, line, and dip of muscle. My thighs fall open more as he rocks into me, my arms winding around his neck.
Gavriil’s eyes meet mine, his expression softening, only for me. He lowers himself down to his forearms, one hand brushing over my head in a touch so intimate that I can’t think of anything else for a few seconds.
“Alina,” he groans as he picks up his pace.
My nails sink into his back as he goes harder, deeper, faster, finding that spot that sends pleasure rolling through me. “Yes! Just like that. Don’t stop.”
What more could I want? We’re intertwined. Our bodies joined together. As close as two people can get, but still, it’s not enough.
As if thinking the same thing, Gavriil doubles down, pushing me into the mattress with his larger body. I love the weight of him on me. The urgency, as if he can’t hold himself back a second longer.
My second orgasm comes out of nowhere, ramping up within me as he moves between my legs, determined and eager. There’s no stopping the pleasure that follows.
It’s deeper than the first one, erupting within me and consuming me. I writhe beneath him until the point of losing my voice, his name echoing off my lips.
Gavriil pushes his hand into my hair, holding tightly, making me look into his eyes as he spills inside of me while shouting in Russian. He kisses me through the bliss, still rocking his hips as if to push his seed deeper until we’re both breathless and spent.
I float back down to my body, peace settling over me as I stroke his hair. My lips move slowly against his. Tenderly.
Gavriil doesn’t say anything as he rolls us to our sides, holding me close to his chest. Cuddled up to him, I hear his rapid heartbeat next to my ear.
He strokes my hair and my back, every motion lulling me more and more.
“You’re too good at that,” I tell him honestly as I brush my lips to his skin. “I want more, Gavriil.”
I expect him to immediately roll me over to take me again. But he doesn’t. He just holds me tighter, and whispers words in Russian.
It’s so comfortable being in his arms, that as much I try to stay awake, to enjoy every second before it ends, my body betrays me.
Just as sleep starts to steal me away Gavriil says, “I have to go. And so do you,printsessa.”
“A few more minutes,” I murmur, snuggling against him.
