He kisses me hard,and I'm already pulling at his shirt trying to get it off. His hands are everywhere at once and I can't think straight. All I know is that I need this. I need him. I need to stop thinking about everything else and just feel something other than anger and fear.
Vadim breaks the kiss long enough to yank his shirt over his head, and then his hands are on me again, grabbing the hem of my uniform top greedily to pull it up. I lift my arms to help him and the fabric catches on my bra for a second, then I'm standing there in front of him half-naked.
His eyes rake over me and I watch his jaw clench. He looks at me like he wants to devour me, and it makes my stomach flip. His hand comes up and cups my breast through my bra, and I gasp at the contact.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he growls against my neck. His teeth scrape against my skin and I arch into him. The heat of his palms on me is intoxicating. It makes my core tingle and ache, pulsing and probably soaking my panties.
My hands fumble with his belt and I can hear how desperate I sound trying to get it undone. He helps me and then his jeans are on the floor and he's lifting me up onto the counter. The cold surface makes me gasp, but then his mouth is on mine again and I don't care.
He reaches around and unhooks my bra with one hand, then slides the straps down my arms and tosses it to the floor with everything else. When he gropes my breasts and sucks on my neck, I let a whimper of pleasure escape.
"Vadim," I breathe, and he makes a sound low in his throat that's pure satisfaction.
His hand slides down my stomach and pushes under the waistband of my pants. I'm already so wet that when his fingers find me, I nearly come apart right there. He strokes me slowly at first and then faster. His thumb circles my clit and I can't breathe.
"Oh, God," I whisper, spreading my legs to give him more room to work. It's been weeks now and his fingers are magic. As hot as me makes me sometimes, I stand no chance at lasting long at all, especially when he starts giving me orders.
"Come for me," he orders against my breast. "I want to feel you come on my hand."
The command combined with what his fingers are doing sends me over the edge. An orgasm crashes through me and I have no choice but to grab onto him to keep from falling. My whole body shakes, and I hear myself making sounds I've never made before, low gurgling sounds as my body shudders and rolls. The sensations are powerful, warming me and causing dizziness, but Vadim doesn't back down.
He doesn't give me time to recover. He pulls his hand away and hooks his fingers in my pants and underwear and yanks them down. I lift my hips to help him, and then I'm completely naked on his kitchen counter waiting for him to take me.
His eyes are dark with lust and his chest is rising and falling rapidly. I can see how hard he is through his boxers, and I reach out and palm him through the fabric. He groans and his hips thrust forward into my hand.
"Careful," he warns, but I don't listen. I push his boxers down and wrap my hand around him. He's hot and hard in my palm and when I stroke him, he closes his eyes and curses in Russian.
"I need you inside me," I tell him, and my voice sounds wrecked.
Vadim opens his eyes and they're blazing with need. He grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the counter. Then he positions himself at my entrance and pauses.
"Look at me," he orders, and I do. Our eyes lock and then he pushes inside me in one slow thrust that has me groaning and clamping around him. I forgot that he's big and the stretch is almost too much. But then he starts moving and it feelsincredible. My thighs spread, his hips burying into me. God, his body is amazing.
His hand comes up and wraps around my throat, claiming me again, and I expose the column of my neck to him. "You're mine," he growls. "I'm done with this game of back and forth. You either want me or you don't, and because you drive me insane, I've made the choice for you. You belong to me." His hips continue snapping, fucking me as I pant and gasp. "Tell me you belong to me."
"I'm yours," I gasp out, and he rewards me by angling his hips so he hits that spot inside me that makes me see stars. I don't know what it means or what he really wants, but I will say anything for him to keep fucking me like this.
"Again," he demands.
"I'm yours," I repeat louder. "God, I'm yours."
He releases my throat and his thumb finds my clit again. He rubs circles while he pounds into me, and I can feel another orgasm building. This one is bigger than the first. It's starting in my toes and working its way up.
"That's it," he encourages. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you."
His words combined with what he's doing to my body send me flying. The orgasm rips through me and I moan so loud and out of control, it almost sounds like pain and fear—but it's sheer pleasure. My inner walls clench around him, and I feel him curse and his rhythm falters.
"Danica," he groans my name. "Fuck."
He thrusts into me hard three more times, and then I feel him come. His whole body goes rigid and he buries himself as deepas he can go. He pulses inside me, and I feel the warmth of his release filling me.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard and trembling. His forehead drops to rest against mine, and I can feel his heart pounding against my chest. The slow, sensual kiss is more erotic as I feel his cum drain out of me, and his dick is still pulsing inside me. I never want this moment to end. It's too perfect to let him pull away.
"Jesus Christ," he mutters, and I almost chuckle at how wrecked he sounds.
My legs are wrapped around his waist and I don't want to let go because I know as soon as I do, we'll have to deal with what just happened. But the sweat slicking my skin is making me get a chill, and my lips are raw from kissing him.
"We should probably move," I say quietly, but neither of us makes any attempt to.
