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He must feel it too, because the savage fire in his eyes intensifies and his grip on my wrists tightens. “Yes, zaychik…” His voice is a deep, dark rasp. “You’re mine now.”
And with a heavy push, he thrusts in all the way.
The shock of the invasion is still reverberating through my body as he begins to move, his eyes locked on mine. His strokes are ruthless, so hard and deep they hurt, but the pain is soon edged out by a darker kind of pleasure, one that’s only partially related to the fresh tension coiling in my core. Each merciless thrust slams his pelvis against mine, pressing on my clit, but it’s the look in his eyes that drives my arousal higher and sends another orgasm blasting through me.
It’s a look of possessiveness, complete and total, mixed with something dangerously tender and intense.
He comes a few moments after I do, still holding my gaze, and my heart pounds wildly as I watch his gorgeous face contort with the pleasure-pain of his release as he grinds into me, emptying himself deep inside my body.
It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced, and the most beautiful.
Our bodies are still joined, my wrists held captive in his grasp, when he lowers his head and presses the softest, sweetest kiss to my lips, then lays his cheek against mine, his warm breath washing over my bare shoulder. I want my hands free so I can hold him, but this feels right too, comforting in some strange way. The table is cold and hard under my back, my inner flesh throbbing from his rough possession, but I feel utterly at peace, my rapid breathing slowing as every remnant of tension drains from my body.
I could lie like that for hours, days, weeks, but after a few long moments, he stirs, raising his head to look at me with a tender smile. Releasing my wrists, he carefully withdraws from me and pushes up to stand. “You okay, zaychik?” he murmurs, running a warm, callused palm over my arm, and I nod, blushing as I sit up.
“More than okay,” I admit, pulling together the edges of my torn dress as he disposes of the condom in a trashcan by the desk.
“Good,” he says softly, zipping up his pants. “Because we’re far from done.”
And scooping me up against his chest, he carries me out of the office.
45
Chloe
I half expect to run into Alina or Lyudmila, but we make it to Nikolai’s bedroom without encountering anyone. It’s a huge relief, given the state of my dress—and, I realize as I catch a glimpse of us in a mirror, my face and hair.
With my lips swollen from his kisses and my hair wild, I don’t just look freshly fucked.
I look ravished.
And that’s pretty much how I feel as he lays me down on his king-sized bed and begins to strip, volcanic heat kindling anew in his golden eyes. I don’t know if I’m up for more so soon, especially with the questions raised by the video hanging over us, but when he’s fully naked, his magnificent body bared to my gaze, I can’t find the will to protest as he climbs over me and takes my lips in a deep, tenderly erotic kiss.
It’s a lovemaking this time, not a fucking. He worships every inch of my body, bringing me to another orgasm with his lips and tongue before carefully sheathing himself in my sore flesh. Somehow, I manage to come again alongside him, and then, exhausted, I lie in his arms like a ragdoll before drifting off to sleep.
* * *
I wake up to the feel of being submerged in warm water. Blinking my eyes open, I realize we’re both half-lying in a bubble bath, with Nikolai spooning me from underneath so I don’t slip in and drown.
“Relax, zaychik,” he murmurs in my ear, running a soapy sponge over my breasts and stomach. “Close your eyes, let me take care of you.”
He doesn’t need to ask twice. After the sleepless night I’ve had and with my body jellified by all those orgasms, I’m already drifting off to dreamland. Vaguely, I’m aware of him washing me all over, then lifting me out of the tub and wrapping a big, fluffy towel around me. At that point, I wake up enough to ask for privacy to use the bathroom, and then I stumble off to bed, where he’s waiting for me with a tray of food.
Sleepily, I let him feed me grapes, cheese, and various spreads on crackers—since we missed dinner in favor of sex and all—and then I pass out in his embrace, feeling safe, secure, and cared for.
Feeling like I’ve found my new home.
46
Chloe
We make love twice more throughout the night, with Nikolai giving me two orgasms each time, and by morning, I’m so sore I can’t move, yet so satisfied it’s worth it. Of course it’s possible I can’t move because his heavy arm is slung across my ribcage, securing me to him as he sleeps—almost like a child with a teddy bear.
