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“Don’t you fucking dare look away,” he growled. “I want to see you lose yourself in what I’m doing to you, Elia.”
I whimpered but didn’t break our connection, silently begging him not to stop what he was doing. His free hand ground against my trembling clit and I cried out as pleasure crashed over me, one wave after another in endless ecstatic succession, and left my body shaking.
Aleksey removed his hand and positioned himself between my legs, his cock brushing over my entrance.
“Mine,” he said, his hand raking down my still trembling body possessively. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Yes, I was his. I couldn’t deny it. I didn’t want anyone else. I didn’t want to leave this marriage like I had when I was first informed of it. It didn’t matter who he had been in the past and what he had done to my family. The hatred that I had for him was slowly slipping away, like water through my fingers. No matter how desperate I was to cling to it, I couldn’t.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I forced him inside me, seeing the strain on his own face as he did so. He had been so close earlier that I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer either.
“Look at me,” I said softly, angling my hips so he could seat himself deep inside. “Look at me as you fuck me.”
His eyes met mine. “And what else would you have me do, Elia?”
“I want you to lose control,” I whispered, gasping as my body stretched to accommodate him. “I want to feel you empty yourself in me. I want you to shatter inside me like you shatter me in your hands. I want to not know where I end and where you begin.”
Aleksey’s nostrils flared, and his hands found my hips. “Is that what you want?” he teased as he pulled back. “Tell me the truth, Elia.”
“Yes,” I moaned, tightening my legs around his hips to pull him back in. “Oh God, yes.”
So he gave me what I wanted. I clung to him as he plunged into me again and again. Each deep stroke of his cock inside of me took me to another height that left me hanging perilously from the moment when I would fall down, losing all sense of who and what I was.
Still, Aleksey didn’t slow down, his fingers digging into my hips as our bodies rose to meet each thrust, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Come,” he said, his breathing heavy. “Come for me, Elia.”
“Aleksey,” I begged, my nails digging into my palms. “Please.”
His expression grew harder as he finally let go of control, my name on his lips as he poured into me, his entire body taut and shaking.
I watched, fascinated, as he tipped his head back and roared. There was nothing sexier than what I was witnessing before me.
Aleksey wrecked me. I could feel it in my bones as my body arched up from pleasure. I could feel it in my pussy as it milked his gorgeous, perfect cock. I could feel it in my womb as it drank in every drop of his searing hot seed.
Finally, he pulled out of my quivering body and looked down at me. I could barely catch my breath, a million different emotions warring inside me so I could hardly unpack a single one. As much as I wanted to deny it, I had a connection to Aleksey.
When he came back down to reclaim my lips, my heart rate tripled and whatever sliver of resolve I might’ve had melted away.
I could fall in love with him. It would be easy. A normal person probably would look at our relationship and think it would never work, but we had both come from the same sort of family issues. We understood each other on a different level, and some of the things that others couldn’t get past, we could.
Together.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Elia
I allowed myself, panting, to melt into the warmth of the space between our bodies.
“Are you feeling better?” I asked lightly, my fingers trailing over the forearm that was locked around my waist. In his arms, I felt safe, protected.
“I am,” he sighed, his lips brushing across my skin. “This is good to come home to after the shit I’ve dealt with today.”
I locked those particular words away as well, trying and failing not to let them impact me. “I’m sorry you have to deal with any of it.”
He chuckled, and the sound warmed me clear to my toes. “It’s part of the job, I’m afraid.”
I turned in his arms until we were face to face. “Do you think your uncle is behind it?”
