“Take me, Sergei,” I begged on a whisper as he drove further into me. “I’m yours…”
He growled, kissing me silent as we continued the explosion of lust and desire we’d been avoiding for too long. Over and over, he rammed his cock into me, sliding out covered with my arousal and pushing in until the fullness of him inside me felt like heaven.
Before I could cry out too loudly, he kissed me again and muffled my reaction to finally coming. He didn’t wait, didn’t prolong it. Hard and fast, he pushed me to an intense orgasm, longer and more intense than the first one he’d given me with his hand and mouth.
And as he whipped his hips and rocked into me, chasing my pleasure, he came as well.
Hanging his head as he strained from the effort, he growled and locked his jaw. I felt the strength in it. Keeping my hand on him, still framing his face, I sensed the tension of his mouth setting like that, as if he worried he’d bellow and roar from the pleasure neither of us should’ve resisted for as long as we had.
Because as he cuddled me in his embrace, stroking his big, callused hands over me, I sighed and knew that this could only count as the beginning.
He’d said so. He was serious about wanting me and having me. Now that we’d acted on the mutual lust, I was shaken and intimidated by how forcefully good it was.
And how I wanted more.
17
SERGEI
Natalie didn’t stay in my room for long. After she came, and once we’d caught our breath, I got up to grab a washcloth to clean her up. She’d barely reacted, unflinching as she lay there with her eyes closed, a hint of a smile curving her lips. Her body was lax, and I knew I had done well in making her feel good. She was the definition of blissed out.
I went to the shower, and by the time I returned from the bathroom, she was gone.
With Maisie in the apartment, even though she was asleep when I fucked Natalie, we had a complicated arrangement here. Maisie was so young, far too young to at all be aware of what I was doing with her mother. Beyond that innocence, it was a delicate situation of not wanting the young girl to think that I would be replacing her father. That wasn’t my goal.
I meant every word when I said I wanted to keep Natalie. But it was imperative that I take things slowly with her. Letting her have space after we crossed that line and had sex was a wise decision.
In the morning, though, far too early for anyone to be awake yet, I ran into her in the kitchen.
“Couldn’t sleep?” I guessed.
She shook her head after jumping a little bit, startled by my appearance so early in the dark room while she made a cup of hot tea. “I was thinking too much to fall back asleep,” she admitted.
I hope you aren’t regretting it already.
“Hmm.” I approached her, coming up behind her just like I had last night. The uneaten food still sat on the stove. She turned toward me, and I kissed her, holding her in a loose but possessive hug.
She curled against me, just as responsive as she was last night.
“I was pretty satisfied seeing you so sleepy when I left the bed last night.”
A slow, sexy smile crossed over her face. “You wore me out.” Without another word, she kissed me back. It wasn’t long before I was hard and she was panting, breathing so hard as I fingered her. From zero to sixty, she proved that we were nowhere near sizzling out with this chemistry that sparked between us.
Figuring out how Natalie and I would make this work would take time. But while we were there, alone in the kitchen at dawn, I bent her over the counter and showed her how determined I was to show her that I’d always leave her relaxed and sated.
If I wasn’t careful, I’d get addicted.
Maybe I already am.
Later, as I met with my uncle to discuss the security threats that the Popovs were making, I kept thinking back to her. How tight she was as she gloved me. Her sweet sounds of pleasure and whimpers of need she let me hear when she neared her orgasms. Her habit of touching her hand to my face, as if she couldn’t help this desire to pull me close for a kiss.
“Sergei?”
I blinked, looking up and realizing my uncle had asked me something. Andre sat next to him, smirking.
“What was that?”
Mikhail rolled his eyes. Andre chuckled.
