But then that wicked gleam flashes in his eyes, sharp enough to cut, and my stomach plummets.
“Safe word?”
My breath catches. I’ve thought about this moment a hundred times. “Turtle.”
“Turtle,” he repeats, his mouth curving into something dark and hungry. “Well then…run, Moya. Because when I catch you, I’m going to fuck you like the needy girl you are. And that word—” he tilts his head, smiling like a predator, “—is the only thing that will save you.”
14
LILY
The salt-tinged breezetousles my hair as I sprint barefoot along the moonlit beach, my heart pounding in my chest. The sand is cool beneath my feet, but the heat of Aleksandr's gaze on my back burns hotter than the Panamanian sun ever could. My white shirt flaps open, revealing the yellow bra that clings to my skin, damp with a mixture of sweat and sea spray. I can hear his heavy footsteps behind me, each one a thunderous promise of what's to come.
"Run all you want,Moya," Aleksandr growls, his deep voice carrying over the crash of the waves. "But I will catch you. And when I do... you'll beg me to take you."
I glance over my shoulder, my breath catching at the sight of him. He's bare-chested, his tattoos stark against his golden skin, his black hair wild from the chase. His stormy grey eyes are dark with desire, gleaming like twin flames in the night. I push myself harder, my thighs burning as I weave between palm trees, their fronds rustling ominously in the wind.
But he's faster. Stronger. His hand wraps around my wrist, yanking me back against his chest with a force that leaves megasping. His other hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back so his lips can brush against my ear.
"Naughty girl," he murmurs, his accent thick with lust. "Did you think you could escape me?"
I shiver as his teeth graze my earlobe, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. My breath hitches, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body as he presses closer, his chest pressing against my back. His lips trail down my neck. His hands roam my body with a possessive urgency, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He cups my breasts through the fabric of my yellow bra, squeezing them hard enough to make me gasp.
"Why do you fight me,Moya?" he breathes, his voice low and husky. His thumbs brush over my nipples, already hardened from the cool night air and his close proximity. " You’ve been teasing me all night, running away like a little rabbit. But now you’re mine." His words send a thrill of anticipation coursing through me, mingling with the fear and excitement of being caught.
One hand slides down to grip my waist, pulling me tighter against him as his other hand continues to tease my breasts. His teeth nip at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, drawing a soft moan from my lips. "Listen to you," he growls, his breath hot against my skin. "Already so responsive, so eager. I can feel how much you want this,malyshka.Your body betrays you."
He turns me around, pushing me onto my back. I can’t even catch my breath as he tugs at the fabric of my bra, exposing one breast to the cool night air before his mouth descends on it greedily. His tongue flicks over my nipple, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I arch into his touch, unable toresist the magnetic pull of his dominance. His free hand slides down to grip my thigh, hoisting it up around his hip. The sudden shift in position leaves me feeling utterly vulnerable, at his mercy.
"That’s it," he murmurs against my skin, his voice a dark promise. "Give yourself to me. Let me show you what it means to be owned." His fingers dig into my flesh as he holds me in place, his mouth moving to capture mine in a searing kiss. It’s possessive, demanding, leaving no room for hesitation or doubt. I can taste the salt of the sea on his lips, mingling with the raw intensity of his desire.
When he pulls back, his grey eyes are blazing with hunger. "I’m going to ruin you for anyone else," he vows, his voice rough with need. "You’ll never forget this night,Moya.Never forget who you belong to." His hands grip my hips roughly, pulling me even closer until I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me. The promise in his touch is undeniable, and I know there’s no escaping what’s coming next.
"Why do you fight me,Moya?" he breathes, his lips trailing down my neck. "You know you want this."
I shake my head, even as my body betrays me, arching into his touch. "I... I don't..." But the protest dies on my lips as he tears open the rest of my shirt, buttons scattering into the sand. His mouth finds my nipples, sucking and biting hard enough to make me cry out.
"Tell me you don't want this," he demands, pulling back to look into my eyes. His fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts, yanking them down along with my underwear in one swift motion. "Tell me to stop."
But I can’t. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with a need so profound it feels like it’s consuming me from the inside out. His hand slips between my legs, and I gasp as his fingers brush against my core, finding me already dripping wet and aching for him.
His groan is raw, feral, a sound that reverberates deep in my chest and sets my pulse racing even faster. “Bozhe moi,” he mutters against my neck, his voice thick with desire. “You’re soaked for me, kiska. Such a greedy little thing. Do you know what you do to me? How hard you make me?”
I whimper as his fingers explore me again, teasing my entrance with a deliberate slowness that drives me mad. His touch is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me with every stroke. He circles my clit with agonizing precision, the pressure just enough to make my hips jerk involuntarily. “Aleksandr,” I breathe, my voice trembling. His name feels like a prayer on my lips, a plea for something more, something deeper.
“Tell me,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “Tell me how much you want this. How much you need me to fuck you.” His words are a command, one I can’t ignore. My body arches into his touch, desperate for more, but he pulls back slightly, denying me the release I crave. “Don’t be shy now,” he taunts, his voice low and dark. “I know you want to say it.”
“I… I need you,” I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. It’s not enough for him. He nips at my earlobe, sharp enough to make me yelp, and I can feel his smirk against my skin.
“Louder,” he demands, his fingers still teasing, still torturing me with their slow, maddening pace. “Let me hear you admit it.”
“I need you!” I cry out, my voice breaking as his fingers finally plunge inside me, stretching me in a way that makes my vision blur. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that has me seeing stars. His rhythm is relentless, each thrust of his fingers hitting that spot deep inside me that makes my legs shake.
“Good girl,” he purrs, his voice dripping with approval. “Now scream for me while I make you come.” And I do. My cries echo across the deserted beach as my orgasm explodes, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, drawing out the pleasure until I’m begging for mercy, until I’m completely and utterly his.
“Bozhe moi, you're soaked," he rasps, circling my clit with expert precision. "Such a greedy little thing. You were made for this. Made for me."
I grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he teases me relentlessly. "Aleksandr," I whimper, my hips bucking against his hand. "Please..."
