“He got you dripping wet for me,” he remarks. “Did he lick your pussy first?”
“Yes.”
His tongue fucks me a few more times before the tip begins to batter my clit, making me whimper when he stops too soon. “How many times did you come for him?” he asks.
“T-twice.”
“You’ll come three times for me,” he says before he begins to feast on me.
I fly so high the first time he gets me off that the room spins.
The second time, I think I black out.
When I come to again, weak, sweaty and panting Gavriil’s name, my face is pressed to the window as he lines himself up behind me.
He shoves forward, filling me in one thrust. My knees nearly give out as he curses in Russian.
Thankfully, Gavriil easily holds me up. His palms cup my breasts again, squeezing them, using them to slam me onto his cock, over and over again.
“Yes! Yes! Harder!” I beg as he fucks me frantically, as if it’s been years and not just weeks since he last had me.
One of his hands slides up to clutch the front of my throat while the other moves lower to rub my clit.
“Oh, God,” I moan. “I’m so close…”
“Who do you belong to,printsessa?” he asks as his hips pump faster. His fingers stop touching me, though, until I answer him. “Who is your ‘god’ right now?”
“You. I belong to you, Gavriil,” I say in a rush as I reach for his hand to return it between my legs. As soon as he touches me again, I explode. I scream his name so loud I probably wake Dominik up, but I don’t think he’ll mind since he had me first.
Gavriil’s fingers tighten on my neck just before he slams deep one last time, spilling his hot seed inside me. He groansnext to my ear as his big body shudders behind me. “Ya tebya lyublyu. Ya tebya lyublyu,” he repeats over and over making me smile. He doesn’t know that I know what those words mean yet. “Spasibo…spasibo, printsessa.”
“No, thank you,” I tell him as we both begin to catch our breath. “I originally came to talk, but…” I trail off.
Gavriil chuckles. Actually chuckles. “We’ve been talking for weeks. I needed to be inside you first. Now we can talk again.”
Reaching back behind me, I run my fingers through his hair. “We haven’t really talked about the three of us…”
He kisses my cheek. “I don’t know how this works, sharing you with Dominik. I just want equal time to worship you, to give you more orgasms than him.”
“I know you do,” I say with a smile. “But do you want more of the other things too?”
“More of what?” he repeats.
“Dates. Falling asleep together. Bickering over stupid stuff like clothes being left on the floor,” I say with a smile. “Do you want any of that?” I ask softly. “Or just…this?”
“Of course I want those things,” Gavriil replies. He finally pulls out of me and grasps my shoulders to spin me around to face him. “I want you to have everything that makes you happy.” He leans in so his lips can kiss the side of my neck. “Including my brother.”
Running my fingers through his hair, I tell him, “I want you to be happy too, but you can’t get overprotective. You can’t take my freedom away. You have to let me choose you every time, not trap me into staying.”
Gavriil takes a breath and nods before lifting his face to meet my eyes. “I don’t want you to be my prisoner anymore, Alina. I always wanted you to be near me becauseyouwanted to be.”
“I do want that now,” I tell him. “This won’t be easy, sharing me, but I want to make it work.”
“Me too,” he replies. “And I have something for you.” Bending down, he picks up my robe and hands it to me to put back on, then slips his sweats on before he goes to dig around in his luggage from the estate. When he returns, there’s a slender black box in his hands that he offers to me.
“Open it.”
I pull off the top and pause at the sight of two antique gold keys with red velvet ribbons tied to the heart shape. I don’t think the gold is just for looks either.
