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Sasha removes my dress almost clinically and with incredible care. He slowly peels off my pantyhose forcing me to hold onto his shoulders as he kneels down. He tosses them over his shoulder, leaving me in only my black lace bra and underwear, and glances back up at me. Before I can say anything, he kisses my stomach, just below my belly button and then stands up.
He gently pulls out each hairpin and places them on the nightstand. When he finishes, he turns me away from him and massages my scalp for a few minutes before moving onto my shoulders. I moan and lean into his talented hands. When he’s done, he kisses my neck and lingers for a moment before taking off my bra. He rubs out the offending imprints in my skin.
“Sasha.” I want more.
His arms come around my front, hugging me, and he whispers in my ear. “Rest, my love.”
Then he draws back the comforter and helps me under them like I’m a child needing to be tucked in. After a brief kiss to my forehead, he walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. I lie here hot and bothered. I could join him, but the massage he gave me finally eased the tension of the day, and I stifle a yawn. It’s not much longer before sleep steals me away.
I slowly wake up and stretch beneath the covers. The bedroom is dark with the barest hint of early morning light piercing through the tinted windows. I roll onto my side and find Sasha awake. His dark eyes sear into me. My body stirs as if my wants and needs from the night before had merely been on pause.
Without words, I reach out and pull him in for a kiss. He doesn’t stop me. I’m glad, because I need this. I need him. My lips mold to his and my hands spear his hair gripping him closer. He wraps me in a bear hug and rolls on top of me, but it’s not what I want. Not this time. I wiggle out from under him, push him onto his back, and climb on top.
“My solnishko is cranky in the morning.” Sasha smirks.
“Not cranky. Hungry.” I grind against him.
He bucks his hips upward and I brace myself on wide legs that hug his waist. I plant my hands on his chest and experimentally roll my pelvis. Undulating until I find a rhythm that satisfies me. Sasha groans, grips my hips, and drags me up his body.
“Hold onto the headboard, baby.”
“Fuck me, Sasha.” I try to wiggle back down to his cock.
“Nyet.” He growls.
It’s clear he’s going to get what he wants, so I do what he says. My eyes lock on his at the same time his fists grab my panties from behind and rip. This man has no respect for silk and lace. He reaches for my hips again and pulls me down onto his face. His lips work over me and he thrusts his tongue upward, licking my pussy before driving it inside me while he sucks my clit. The push and pull forces me to reach my climax quickly and my body sags with its release.
“I’m not done.” Sasha groans and drags my languid body down his chest.
I try catching my breath as he impales me on his cock. Despite him preparing me, the initial stretch burns. I cry out and it takes me a moment to adjust. He pulls me down for an open-mouthed kiss, drowning me with desire. “Sasha,” I whimper.
Aftershocks build up into a second orgasm. He keeps pounding into me.
“Natalya.” He grunts my name over and over again.
Our bodies slap together and the warm cocoon we’ve created grows hot. Almost stifling as I ride him. He’s got me so worked up, it doesn’t take much more for me to break and fall apart. I sob, collapsing over Sasha and he wraps me up in his arms refusing to let go.
I cry for myself. I cry for my family. For the uncertainty of what happens next. The dam has finally broken and the waves wash over me, obliterating everything in their path. The innocent girl I was before is gone.
“Shhh. Let it out. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you,” he says the words like a vow, a promise of forever and I snuggle deeper into the warmth of his truth. The questions I have about my father, my family, and our future can wait. I give myself into Sasha’s keeping willingly. I drift back to sleep, fully trusting him and at peace since all of this began. I needed this because I needed him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sasha
Aleksei dealt with the Italians, so Natalya’s family returned to their home a week ago. I admit to listening in on the conversation she and her mother had the day they left. The older woman had been reasonably upset when my solnishko told her she would remain here for the time being. Something about honoring her promise, even if her father hadn’t honored his. I don’t want her here because her honor dictates it.
Natalya sits on the couch with her legs curled up at her hip while she studies. Several books are strewn across the coffee table.
“I’ve missed you.” I kiss the crown of her head.
She bends her neck back to stare up at me and I lean down to press my lips to hers. “You see me every day. How can you miss me?”
I settle next to her and tug her onto my lap. She loops one arm around my shoulders and places her other on my chest, resting her small hand right over my heart. I cover it with mine and curl my fingers around hers to hold them. “Anytime we’re not together I miss you. I’ve been out of the house for hours. Didn’t you notice?”
Natalya’s cheeks flush. “I’m sorry. Studying for this exam is harder than I expected. All my attention has been on that.”
I lift her hand off my chest and kiss her knuckles before returning it to its place. “You don’t have to apologize to me, solnishko. I’m proud of how hard you’re working.”
