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Lidiya’s eyes widen. “Levin, who do you—”
I can’t let her ask the question, because if I do, I’ll have to lie, or evade it, and I don’t trust myself right now. I feel as if I’m hanging on a knife’s edge of emotion, lust and anger and frustration churning through me and burning through my veins, and I don’t understand any of it. No one has ever gotten under my skin like this, no one has ever made me feel so frustrated and aroused all at once, possessive to the point that I’m almost willing to face Vladimir’s wrath if it means not having to send her back into another man’s arms.
Volkov, you’re a fucking fool.
All these years, and a woman is going to be your undoing after all.
But fuck, I can’t stop myself.
She’s staring up at me with those wide blue eyes, her fists clenched at her sides, terrified but defying me anyway. Her mouth is parted as if to fire off the rest of that question, but I don’t want her to ask it. What I want from that mouth is something else altogether.
I’ve rarely wanted a woman, and not had her. And no woman, in all my adult life, has ever made me feel like this.
My hands drop from either side of her head, cupping her delicate face, feeling the warmth of her soft skin, and before she can finish that question, my lips come crashing down onto hers.
Ifeelher gasp. That soft intake of breath reverberates through the rest of her body, and I can feel her stiffen under my touch, her hands fly up to my chest as if to push me off of her. For a moment I think that’s what she’s going to do, and I know I’ll have to stop. I’m not going to force her to kiss me, butfuckif I don’t want to stop.
Her mouth is soft and full and warm, her tongue hot and wet as I plunge mine into her mouth, desperate to taste her, to drink her down like the sweet wine that she tastes like. I lean into her, and I feel her hands press against my chest, almost pushing me away—and then her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, and she moans as she pulls me closer.
Oh god. Oh holy fuck.I’m in fucking trouble. I know it from the second she pulls me into her and my cock throbs with a jolt of near-painful need that’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, when her moan sends my blood surging through my veins and I realize that I don’t know how I’m going to stop.
She tastes so fucking good, kisses better than anyone I’ve ever kissed in my life, as if our mouths were made to fit together. Hers is small but full, fitting perfectly against my broader mouth, her tongue flicking out to tangle against mine, and I groan as I let one of my hands drift down, my fingertips stroking down the column of her throat, across the sharp line of her collarbone. I feel the shiver that goes through her, her fingers pressing into the muscles of my chest, and I know I need to stop, but I can’t.
Just a little more,I convince myself.Just her breasts. I won’t touch lower than that. I just want to feel them, to know—
But then, as I cup her breast through the tight black fabric, feeling the wire beneath pushing the full mounds up so that I can slide my hand under the curve of it, Lidiya moans, arching into my touch. She kisses me back harder, more deeply, her tongue tangling with mine as she sucks at my lower lip, and the sensation of it feels as if it shoots straight down to my cock.
“Bladya, Lidiya,”I groan in Russian, forgetting how to speak English for a moment at the feeling of her arching into my hand, my cock grinding against her thigh, her hands sliding down my stomach and abs until she’s pushing up my shirt, her fingers grazing against the strip of skin beneath it just above the belt of my jeans. She isn’t pushing me away, isn’t fighting—if anything she’s trying to pull me closer, gasping against my mouth as her fingers curl into the edge of my belt, pulling my hips into hers as my thumb brushes over her nipple. It’s so hard and stiff that I can feel it pushing through the fabric of her bra and the material of her dress, and I want all over again to rip the dress off of her, to find out what she’s wearing underneath it, what she looks like in only her bra and panties, and then to strip them off too so that I can see every inch of her flesh, pale and rosy—
“More,” she gasps against my mouth, and I groan aloud, because Ishouldn’tgive her more, I should stop, for both our sakes. But I can’t. I fucking can’t. It feels as if my body is out of my control, my hand sliding down her ribcage, down to the curve of her waist where I squeeze her, and her moan vibrates against my mouth and all the way down to my cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasp, and as my hand slides over her hip her fingers are at my belt, undoing it.Push her away,my mind screams at me, but I can’t stop. My hand is fisting her skirt, pulling up the tight material as she feverishly undoes my zipper, and when her small hand slips inside of my jeans and boxers and her fingers curl around the throbbing length of my cock, I think I’m going to lose my mind with the pleasure that tears through me.
“So do you,” she pants. She fumbles inside of my jeans in the same second that I get her skirt up to her hips, my tongue plunging into her mouth again as my fingers curl under the edge of her panties and she pulls my cock free, both of us groping the other with a desperate need that feels entirely out of our control.
“Lidiya.” I groan her name again, tearing my mouth away from hers and dragging my lips along her jaw, up to the lobe of her ear as my fingers slide beneath the lace of her panties, over her swollen, silky folds. She’s shaved bare, and that revelation makes my cock throb against her palm.
“You’re so fucking big,” she gasps, her hand wrapping around me, sliding along the length up to my tip, slick with pre-cum.
“Just what every man wants to hear,” I murmur teasingly, my lips brushing over the shell of her ear. “You’re just flattering me—fuck.” I groan against her ear as my fingers slip between her folds and I find how wet she is, fuckingdrenchedfor me, her arousal coating my fingers as I circle her entrance and feel her shudder and gasp against me, her thumb brushing over the head of my cock.
“No,” she assures me, her fingers dragging my slick arousal down the shaft of my cock as she starts to stroke me in earnest. “You’re the biggest I’ve ever felt—oh god, Levin!”
My fingers find her clit, that small tight bundle of nerves, and I start to rub, wanting to find out what she likes best. It takes only seconds to discover that her hips jerk with pleasure when I circle it and then press directly against it, and I repeat it over and over, my lips sliding to her neck.I can’t leave a mark,I think to myself, desperately trying to hang on to some semblance of control. She feels so good, soft and wet and hot, and when I thrust two fingers into her as she starts to stroke my cock faster and feel her clench around me, it takes the last shred that I have to keep myself from picking her up and thrusting into her against the door.
It would be so fucking easy. My cock is out, her skirt shoved up—all I would have to do is wrap her legs around my waist and push her panties to the side, and I could be inside of her. The thought of having her velvet heat wrapped around my length is almost dizzying, and in this moment, both of us frenzied with desire, I almost think she would let me.
Don’t do it, Volkov. Don’t—
“Oh, god!” Lidiya gasps, her head falling back against the door as her hips grind against my hand. “Don’t stop, Levin, please, I’m going to come, don’t stop—”
Thank fuck.That’s what I needed to keep me from fucking her, her begging me not to stop fingering her to the climax that she’s on the brink of, because I’m so fucking close too. I can feel myself throbbing in her palm, my balls tight and my cock hard to the point of pain, my body trembling with the need to hold back my cum a few seconds longer, and I know when I feel her clench around my fingers with her orgasm, I won’t be able to stop it.
“I am too,” I groan. “Fuck, Lidiya, I’m going to come all over, if I don’t stop—”
“I don’t care,” she breathes against my ear, and that’s fucking it.
I pump my fingers into her hard and fast, curling them against the spot deep inside of her that I’m almost certain will get her there, my thumb rubbing against her pulsing clit. I feel her body stiffen under my touch, her breath catching against my ear, and then I feel her arch against me and a shudder of pure pleasure ripples through her, her pussy squeezing hard around my fingers as I swell and erupt in her fist.
