The stretch is perfect. Heavenly. I’m so wet, so ready for him, that it doesn’t take much for him to glide all the way inside, right to the hilt.
“Does my cock feel good?” he asks.
“So… so good.”
He pulls back and drives into me again, my walls stretching around him, gripping his thickness. Deep drags of his shaftagainst my clit make the pleasure even more intense. I wrap my legs around him, pressing my heels into his hips, moans pouring out of me with each deep, slow stroke.
“Roman… it’s so good.”
He grins, pushing deeper, making me see stars.
Sweat slides between our chests. One of his hands reaches down, fingers rubbing my clit as he thrusts again and again. The build hits fast and my second orgasm crests—walls clenching hard around him, a cry escaping as I shatter.
“Roman… ohfuck.”
His lips are on my neck as he thrusts again and again, until I’m whimpering. Then he shifts, pulling out and leaving me achingly empty. He flips me onto my stomach, ass up, and nudges my knees wide. I feel vulnerable, my body bared. I bury my face into the pillow, shyness flooding over me.
I feel his hand move over my ass and along my hip.
“This view,” he says. “Incredible. You’re perfect.”
His words melt away the bit of embarrassment I feel. I turn my head, smiling back at him. He claps his hand on my ass, just enough to force a playful shriek out of me.
He slides back in with one deep, full thrust. I gasp, the pleasure as sharp and sudden as an electric shock. Roman grabs my hips, kneeling behind me and holding me in place, fingers dipping into my flesh. I push back, meeting him, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he plunges over and over. Pleasure coils once more, the crest of my third orgasm on the horizon.
“Please,” I moan, totally helpless before the pleasure. “Please…”
My orgasm snaps, and he comes along with me. He grunts something in Russian as my walls clench around him. I feel the tension of his muscles and the pulse of his cock as he drains deep inside me, flooding me with his seed.
I moan with each thrust, my body on fire. He leans forward, kissing my back. He slides out of me slowly and we lay side by side. He wraps his arm around me, pulling my body flush against his. We kiss, lazy and slow, then I rest my head against his chest.
“Incredible,” he says. “Absolutely incredible.”
I close my eyes and smile, letting the words echo in my mind, sleep slowly but surely coming to claim me.
CHAPTER 12
AMALIE
“What should we make today?”
Sasha shrugs. “How about monsters?”
“Scary ones?”
He shakes his head quickly. “Friendly ones. With really big eyes. And lots of colors.”
“Big-eyed, friendly, colorful monsters,” I repeat with a nod. “I think we can handle that.”
Mornings in the Barinov mansion are mellow, with soft light pouring in through the tall windows, the world outside still white with stubborn late-winter snow. Sasha and I have just finished breakfast and are now on our way, side-by-side, to the art room, our footsteps quiet on the polished floors.
“Yeah,” Sasha says. “We can.”
A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. My heart squeezes just a bit. It’s only been a couple of days, but Sasha really seems like he’s warming up to me. He’s still shy and quiet,but when it comes to art, I’ve practically got him to chatterbox status.
Well, almost.
When we round the corner toward the grand staircase, Andrei steps into view, blocking us from going down. His shoulders are square, his gaze razor-sharp—always on high alert.
