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My hands left her breast, and I smacked her soft ass. She yelped and I cupped her cheeks. “Never fucking apologize for being brave.” I covered her mouth with mine and she melted with no resistance. She tasted sweet, like wine and grapes. I wanted more; more of her. I craved it; her touch, her smell.
Our lips moved feverishly against each other’s, and she mimicked me, moving her lips over mine with attention, sliding her tongue in and out, tasting, teasing.
“You’re mine, Ava,” I bit down on her lip and swiped my tongue to soothe the ache. Then, I kissed her deeper. Harder. “You’re mine to hold, to taste, to tease...”
Harshly, I tugged on the band of her thong and pulled until it ripped. She shimmed out of the destroyed fabric, and I repeated the action with the night dress. The sound of seams tearing apart echoed in the room and fueled the desire to run off course to my rock-hard. “You are mine to fuck.”
I stared at her naked body and lost all sense of reasoning when her hands stroked the thin line of hair, down my torso. Locked in her enchanting gaze, I allowed her to push down the band of my pants and stopped her when her hands sought further access to the strain on my briefs. I eagle-spread her legs and clenched my jaw at the sight of her soaking wet pussy.
“You make me so fucking hard, dove. You send my blood boiling.”
“English, Viktor. Speak English,” she mumbled, out of breath. I hadn’t even touched her, and I could see the readiness written all over her body. She was so fucking irresistible; I found it hard to breathe. She moved her other hand to her wet sex between her legs, but I caught her hand, pinning both arms above her head.
I brought my cock out and nestled between her hips. “Mine,” I growled.
Unexpectedly, she kissed me. “Teach me,” she murmured, and I heard a snap inside my head.
Without warning, I slammed into her, and her breath caught in her throat. I started to pull out, concerned that I’d hurt her, but she wrapped her legs around my waist, trapping me in. Just when I thought she couldn’t take it, her hips moved, and she slowly stretched until all of me was buried inside her. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long. I felt like a bomb that could go at any second.
“Lesson number one.” I kissed her shoulder and her lips. “Call my name.”
I flipped her around, so that she hovered above me, held down on her hips, and slammed deeper, hitting her core. Her back arched, her hips moved, and she braced herself with her hands on my chest, riding me like an amateur fast-turning pro.
I pinned her down, made sure she took all of my cock in. Then, jerked my hips.
“Viktor...” she moaned loudly, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Raising my hips, I held the perfect curves of her ass and thrust with more force. “Lesson number two.” At this pace, I wasn’t going to last another minute. “Repeat after me: I am yours.”
Slam.
“I’m yours.”
I was losing my hold, and I was losing it fast. My restraint was slipping. I wanted to burst, to release it all inside her. She was so fucking beautiful...
“Lesson number three.” Slam. “Come for me, my little dove.”
I’d commanded it in Russian, but she heard it somehow, and came undone, collapsing on me. Her body burned and the feel of her heartbeat on my chest drove me to the brink. I pecked her lips and came inside her.
When she rolled off me, she lifted the fur comforter to her cheeks. A few seconds later, I felt her fingers on my neck, trailing the ink softly and gently.
“What does it mean?” she pointed to the tattoo of a bird in flames and spears surrounding it, looking at me expectantly for an answer.
My first response was silence. I wanted to ignore the question, but talking to her came naturally. Fixing an arm behind my head, I stared at the ceiling. “I got it on my seventeenth birthday. That day, all I wanted was a cherry cake, but we couldn’t even afford two loaves of bread.” I chuckled darkly, remembering how badly I’d craved it.
“I wanted nothing else but that damn cherry cake.”
She was quiet but hadn’t fallen asleep. I felt her eyes hot on my face.
“I didn’t get the cake,” I said. “So, I got the tattoo instead. I didn’t have to pay for that. I had a friend who had a knack for art and worked at a tattoo shop. He asked me what I wanted, and I told him, ‘A bird wanting to be free but always finding itself trapped.’ The flames, the spears... that’s what life was like back then for me. But I swore that I’d rise to the point where I could get cherry cake whenever I wanted. Stupid, I know.”
The fur comforter rustled, and her soft body pressed against mine. She kissed my neck and whispered, “Not stupid.”
I didn’t want to look at her. Didn’t want her to see the reflection of my past through my eyes. Beyond the flames and the spears were thorns and broken bottles. Cold days and harsh nights of starvation. Brutal street fights to earn fucking scraps of food. Fucking women as old as my mother for money.
She rubbed her arms and I succumbed to the first instinct. I held her close until we both fell asleep.
Chapter 16 - Ava
