“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Aleksandr says, with a rueful smile.
“It’s yours,” I whisper. “I’m yours.”
“Fuck, don’t be so nervous, when you say it Moya.” He growls between my legs and I whimper.
“I-I’ve never had anyone-”
“Eat you out?” His smile deepens, and I feel his fingers slide under the lace of my white panties, tugging them down slowly.
“Yes…I mean I think only a doctor has seen my-” my breath catches as I watch the satin of my wedding dress pool around my hips as he exposes me completely. His eyes darken as he takes me in, and I shiver under his gaze.
“Are you a virgin, Moya?”
For a moment, I can’t breathe. The question hits me low in my stomach, and the answer sits heavy on my tongue, raw and unspoken.
This was never supposed to be me,I think, panic and heat twisting together in a way that feels dangerous. Being a virgin at twenty-five was never part of the plan. I wasn’t saving myself for some fairytale moment. I wasn’t waiting for a ring or a promise. It just… happened.
Every time before this, the guys I dated said the wrong thing, pushed too far, touched me in a way that made my skin crawl instead of spark. Every single one left me cold. And I never realized why until now, with him on his knees in front of me, until his voice makes me feel like my entire body has turned into one long, aching nerve.
I have never been comfortable with anyone like I am with Aleksandr. And that realization terrifies me, because I know if I open my mouth and tell him the truth, he’ll know just how much power he has over me. And how embarrassing is that? Twenty-five years old and untouched—like some heroine from an old book, not a girl who has lived in the real world.
I start to shake my head, small, frantic motions, hoping he’ll just let it go. My lips part, trying to shape a casual denial, something that will keep me from falling apart completely in front of him.
“Don’t,” he says softly, and the single word stills me.
His hand comes up, fingers pressing just under my chin, tilting my face so I have no choice but to look at him. His eyes, that impossible grey, hold me there, unblinking. “Don’t lie to me,Moya,” he murmurs, a swift hand cracking against my pussy and I jump back but his arm wrapped around my leg keeps me there two inches from his lips. “Not about this.”
Heat floods my face so fast I’m sure he can feel it radiating off me. My heart is pounding so loud it drowns out the room, the walls, the world.
“I—” The word comes out thin, broken, and I close my mouth again because I don’t know how to say the truth without crumbling into pieces at his feet. I shake my head quickly, my cheeks burning. “Yes, I’m a virgin. There’s been no one.”
“Good,” he says, his voice like velvet, and my eyes widen as I look at him. “Because it’s mine now.”
He leans down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I whimper. His tongue flicks over my clit, and I jerk, my hands flying to his hair. He chuckles against me, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
“Tell me how long you’ve waited for this,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my folds.
“F-forever,” I stammer, my hips lifting instinctively toward his mouth.
“Forever?” he repeats, his tongue sliding between my lips, and rolling over the bud between my thighs. “All this time, you’ve been saving yourself for me?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair.
He hums in approval, his tongue circling my clit in lazy, maddening circles. I writhe beneath him, the satin of my dress sliding against my skin as I squirm.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with praise. “Keeping this sweet little pussy just for me.”
He pulls the top of my wedding dress down, exposing my breasts, leaving the bodice hanging around my torso, and his free hand finds one of my nipples, pinching lightly. I cry out, the dual sensations overwhelming me.
“Aleksandr…” I moan, my back arching as he sucks on my clit, his tongue pressing firmly against the sensitive bud.
“Say it again,” he orders, his teeth grazing my clit lightly.
“I-I saved it for you,” I whimper, my legs trembling. “Only for you.”
His tongue flicks over my clit faster now, and I feel the tension building in my core, coiling tighter and tighter. His fingers twist my nipple, and I cry out, my hips jerking uncontrollably.
