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Chapter Four
Aleksei
I believemy Raina is back to not thinking as she stares down at me with wide, panicked eyes. She draws a breath and I jump up behind her, covering her mouth with my hand and gently trailing my lips along her soft lobe. “Now, now. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”
She shakes her head and reaches up to lower my hand, whispering. “Mr. Ivanov, I—”
I silence her with a kiss. “Call me Alek. Now, try to remain still or they will surely see.”
“What…What!” She sucks in a gasp when I resume my position, wasting no time pushing her panties aside and stealing a taste of the sweet cream practically dripping from her innocent, untouched pussy. If the couple on the other side of the curtain hadn’t at that exact moment started moaning, they would have surely heard her.
We don’t have the time or luxury of space I’d like to really explore her tight hole, not with an unsuspecting audience in the same room. Judging by his grunts and her cries, our unexpected guests are busy as well. He has his cock inside her, pumping in and out, drawing noises from her much in the way I plan to draw noises from my Raina. Until I can fuck her properly with my cock, I will fuck her with my tongue and take the first step in claiming this woman as mine.
She spreads her legs at my prompting, granting me permission, and I turn her hips ever so carefully to bury my face deep into her wet heat, eagerly lapping at the juices, and playing with her clit rapidly swelling beneath my tongue.
Slowly, I sink a thick finger into her pussy and am positive no man has ever laid claim to this hole. I will make her come on my tongue, drink up her very life and make it a part of me from this day forward. I lash at her clit and fuck her with my finger. She cries out above me, and I imagine her biting her lip as her eyes spring open wide.
The couple on the other side of the mirror could have a freight train barrel through the room and not notice, especially with the way their moans and sighs have become more methodic, the rhythm increasing as they seek release. I use their distraction to my advantage and fuck Raina with my tongue more furiously, sucking her clit between my lips and gently clamping down.
She grabs a fistful of my hair and moans as her knees partially buckle. I hold her up and drink from her body, lapping up every drop she produces for me. The woman on the other side of the curtain cries out as the man gives one final, satisfied grunt.
I remain on my knees cleaning my sweet swan princess with my tongue, making sure I’ve consumed every last ounce of her release, until the couple says something about having to get back to the party and leaves the room. Only then do I stand and eye her, licking her taste from my lips as I right her clothes.
“Wh-Wh-Wh…” She blinks wide and blows out a breath. “I, uh… Wow.”
“Come, Raina.” I hide my grin at how late that statement is and take her hand. “Allow me to introduce you to the bride.”
“Wait.” She pulls her hand back as I open the curtain, letting in the light. That’s when I see the absolutely stunning glow to her cheeks, the warm dance in her eyes. It’s like a sharp strike to my heart. “I need a minute to clean myself up.”
“I assure you,” I say and take her hand once again. “You are quite clean. I’m very thorough.”
“That, you, uh, are.” She giggles and covers her mouth. “I can’t believe we just did that. I barely know you!”
“You know me much better now, yes?” I lead us out of the room and back into the reception hall, stopping briefly to secure two flutes of champagne to share with my beautiful swan princess. She offers me a silent toast with a wide, slightly disbelieving grin on her face, and I can tell at a glance, she’s categorized our time in the spare room as a momentary lapse of judgment.
I don’t mind. It can take her all night to realize that my intentions are for far more than a single taste of her sweetness. My intentions surprise even me. Never have I felt so strongly about anything in my life—not my work, not even my family. My desire to take her completely, to fulfill her every wish, nearly overwhelms me…but there will be time to explore those needs thoroughly, later. I’ll make sure of it.
A long, long line of guests wait to congratulate the happy couple, but for once I do not mind a delay, if it will allow me more time with Raina. My tolerance proves unnecessary, though. When they see me, the line opens to allow me access to the front. I waste no time pulling my cousin into my arms and kissing each cheek.
After giving him a blessing in Russian, finishing with a kiss on each cheek once more, I move on to the bride. I’ve only met her a few times, but she seems nice enough, and she makes my cousin very happy. I bring Raina forward and rest my hands on her shoulders, squeezing them in support. “Natasha, I would like you to meet Raina Darcy. She hand-delivered the rings to your father.”
Natasha’s eyes fly open and she pulls Raina into her arms. “Oh my gaawwwwddd!” She bursts into tears. “They’re absolutely perfect—I love them! I love them so, so much!”
“Oh! I’m so happy to hear you say that.” Then Raina does something I don’t expect and hugs her back, sharing in the bride’s tears. When she pulls away, she examines the ring on Natasha’s finger, brushing over the gems with her delicate fingers with an air of unmistakable pride. “The beauty is in the detail. See how the diamonds crown the princess just here?”
Natasha stares at the ring and then at Raina. “I do! Did you do that?”
“Me? I, uh…” she trails off and colors. “Ah, no. This is Mr. Donatelli’s work, of course. But I watched him closely, every step of the way. Forgive me, though—I see we’re monopolizing the bride and groom, and there’s such a long line.” Raina’s hand slips from Natasha’s. “Congratulations to you both. If you’ll excuse me.” She hurries off, leaving me to bow again to the couple, my mind fixing on Raina’s reactions.
I don’t have to ask why. I know. She didn’t just hand-deliver the rings. She handcrafted them. Why Donatelli takes credit for her work is a question for another time, though it is definitely a question I will have answered. Tonight, however, I need to show Raina how much fun a Russian reception can be.
Stepping up behind her as she turns back to me, I take her hand and spin her as if we’re dancing. She laughs softly, warming me from the inside out and sending surges to my cock. Yes, I’ve been hard for her since walking her into that room, but right now isn’t about sex. Right now, it’s about food and drink and dance.
I snap at the DJ and he immediately nods, playing something fast and upbeat. Pulling Raina to the dancefloor, I spin her again and move. At first, she shakes her head and for one paralyzing moment, I’m sure she’s about to walk away. But then she kicks off her cute little shoes and proceeds to outdance the shit out of me.
We dance song after song, laughing, taking breaks only to drink and stay hydrated. Shooting vodka is probably not the best way to accomplish that, but neither one of us care. A slow song comes on and we slide together, rocking slow, the music taking us to another level.
I lean in and brush my lips over hers, lost in her taste, in the way she softly hums when I swipe my tongue into her mouth. We spend the entire song in our kiss, making sure every single recess of each other’s mouths has been adequately explored.
