I bit my lip to keep from crying out at the savagery, some carnal part of me enjoying being fucked like I was just an object to him. Like I was a possession.
Like I was his.
The scent of my arousal filled the air, but Alek did not stop to savor it. He pushed harder and harder, breaking me apart with his cock and putting me back together with every squeeze of his hand on my throat.
He slammed his lips against mine, and I moaned against him. His tongue pressed into me, licking my mouth, dominating my tongue, fucking me even harder than his cock. This was too much. Every sensation brought me to an edge whose cliff became higher every time we fucked. I chased the sensation, letting myself succumb to this pas de deux of pleasure.
His eyes were hooded as he pulled back, lips swollen from our kisses. My saliva and lip gloss were smeared on his face, but Alek didn’t wipe it off, instead savoring the sight of my essenceover him. Small, erotic grunts slipped past his lips as he thrust, each one sounding more and more like my name.
“Eva. Eva.Eva.”
I felt like I was going insane, like any moment my heart would crack open, and he would see the way his name was signed in permanent ink. But if I was going to sign myself over to anyone, I was glad it was Alek.
Alek squeezed my neck one more time, and as soon as the air left my body, I fell over an edge of pleasure into a pit made of an entirely different feeling.
Love.
All I could think about as the orgasm overtook me was how desperately in love with him I was.
Alek roared before spilling into me, and my pussy greedily drank every drop, loving the feeling of him coating me from the inside, claiming me.
“Mine,” he murmured as his chest heaved. “Mine.”
I lifted one hand from his hair and pushed a dark strand out of his eyes before kissing his sweat-covered forehead. “Yours,” I said with a soft smile. “I am all yours, Aleksandr Drakov.”
Alek exhaled once before he whispered, “I love you, Evangeline.”
My heart stopped and restarted in my chest, the absence of a beat making my whole body clench around him. “W-what?”
His cock slipped out of me. Alek set me gently onto my feet, careful of my tender toes. He had spent many days after rehearsal massaging my bleeding and sore feet, an unfortunate side effect of putting them through hell in the name of ballet.
Alek kissed me once, saying against my lips, “I love you, Evangeline. I never thought I could love anyone, yet you walked into my life, proving me wrong with your pink ribbons and bright smile. I’m so glad you ran into me and stole my scarf.”
“Hey! You said I could keep that.” I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck. “But I love you too, Alek.”
I felt like I was flying, like I was floating amongst the stars, thanking them for all of my dreams coming true.
Well, almost all of them.
We still had to sway Jules, but Alek reassured me daily that he had a plan that needed time to work properly. He promised me that he wouldn’t hurt my brother, so all I had to do was trust him and hope that things worked out. In the meantime, I enjoyed getting to know him—both emotionally and physically.
Alek helped me get dressed in my costume, eyeing the broken straps on the pale gray dress meant to be my nightgown for the balcony scene. “You look much better in pink, anyway. I’ll speak to the costume department.”
I thanked him profusely for that because, honestly, the woman scared me more than Madame Germaine. At least Madame Germaine didn’t have pushpins that she stuck into me to make me a human hedgehog.
He tucked my panties into his suit pocket and rolled my tights up my body, smirking at the cum drying on my thighs. He kissed my shaking legs. “I love you.”
And because I was a glutton for those words on his lips, I slipped on the torn dress and leaned forward, smiling against him. “Say it again.”
“I love you.” Alek tugged me onto his lap and ran his hands through my hair.
“Again.”
“I love you.” He tilted my head up, and his warm breath skated across my lips.
“Again,” I whispered, my voice much softer now.
“I love you.” And then he pressed his lips to me, kissing me slowly, tenderly, while whispering, “I love you, Evangeline. I love you. I love you.I love you.”
