“Then why are we doing this?” I asked against his lips, and he smiled.
“Because you want it just as much as I want it.”
The truth of that settled heavily between his hands, and we moved slowly now, almost deliberately. He was tracing heat over fabric with his long fingers as if he was mapping territory on my skin. I arched instinctively, my breath catching.
“Say stop,” he murmured against my throat, but I didn’t.
The world narrowed to sensation and to the weight of him over me. All I could focus on was the press of his mouth, his hands, and the way anger dissolved into something raw and undeniable. He kissed a path down my neck, slow anddeliberate, not soft but reverent in its intensity, and my hands gripped his shoulders instinctively.
“You’re impossible,” I breathed.
“And you’re not leaving.”
The words should have angered me. Instead, they sent a dangerous thrill down my spine as his mouth returned to mine, deeper and all-consuming. When he shifted, lifting me effortlessly and settling me more firmly against the cushions, the line between fight and surrender blurred completely. Heat pooled low, sharp, and insistent.
“You hate me,” he murmured against my skin.
“Yes.”
“Liar.”
His mouth moved lower, deliberate and unhurried, leaving no room for denial. I gasped as his hands touched the hem of the oversized t-shirt I was wearing and he took it off me in a single pull, leaving me in nothing but the black bra and panties I was wearing. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen my naked body before, but I suddenly felt conscious. His dark pupils dilated as he sighed deeply, his gaze returning to mine.
“Fyodor,” I moaned his name as his thumbs traced the straps of my bra and he slid them down, unhooking the clasps with his other hand.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered, his gaze intently on me, and I could not help but blush, turning crimson at the compliment. But the moment his lips latched around my already hardened nipple, everything flew out the window, and there was nothing but desire.
His fingers slid down further, his hand slipping inside my panties where I was waiting for him already. His thumb tracedmy wetness, rubbing softly over my hardened clit, the softest of touches making me moan like I had never moaned before. I quickly removed my panties and lay down, spreading my legs for him, wanting nothing more but to feel him completely, but he chuckled softly.
“Have some patience, Elisse. You will have exactly what you want, but before that, I want you to come for me like this.”
He dipped downwards, two of his fingers sliding inside me while his thumb continued to knead my clitoris in an efficient fashion that had me gasping for breath within seconds. Just as I thought I had experienced everything, he bent down even further, his fingers replaced by his tongue, which made everything even better.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, my fingers tightening in his hair as I continued to ride his face, grinding until I could feel my juices covering him entirely. Before I could realize what was happening, I was already coming in his mouth, his name escaping my mouth like a prayer. It wasn’t a warning or a protest, but it was surrender disguised as his name.
I knew there was no war between us, only heat and hunger and the irreversible knowledge that whatever this was could no longer be undone.
Chapter 14 - Fyodor
There was a moment when the world felt suspended. There was no strategy, no war, no Romanovs, and no Chernykhs. There was nothing but the sound of her breathing against my chest. It was slow at first, then uneven. Her fingers were still on my shoulders, nails biting faintly into skin as if she needed something solid to anchor herself to. Or to push away from. The city lights flickered beyond the glass walls, distant and indifferent.
“Fyodor,” she whispered, her words heavy. “I need you.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, wanting her to be certain before we crossed this boundary. I knew we had been down this road before, but this time it felt different. More permanent. As if signing the marriage papers and saying I do changed the meaning of sex from something casual to something personal and important.
“I have never been more sure.”
I stood up, unbuttoned my shirt in a few seconds, and took off my pants. My boxers went away next, as my hardened manhood met her gaze. Her eyes widened with something between desire and surprise, but she only arched her back further, her hands reaching out for me as if she needed to hold me. I immediately complied, allowing her to slide her hands over my shoulders while I held her close.
“Oh god,” she moaned the moment my tip touched her wet slit, and she closed her eyes out of pleasure. “Keep going.”
It took everything in me to not slam myself inside her and instead take it one inch at a time, giving her time to adjust to my size. She continued to moan until I was fully inside her andfinally opened her eyes, her dilated pupils meeting mine. She was everything I had ever wanted and more.
“You are so tight, Elle,” I whispered, using the name she had given me the night we had done this for the first time.
“Please fuck me.” The request was uttered so softly that it took me a few seconds to register it, but within seconds, I was moving inside her, my pace increasing slowly until she was shouting my name. I bent down and took her lips in mine, my other hand lodged between our bodies while I continued to stroke her soft clit, filling her with waves of please.
“I really want to come,” she whispered while I trailed kisses down her neck, biting occasionally at the dip of her collarbone, which made her squeal in pleasure and pain.
