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“You’re the only person who never really saw them.”
His deep, raspy voice sends another shiver down my spine while I whisper the truth against his skin.
“Everything about you drives me crazy. I’ve spent my life loving you, Matvey, and nothing will ever change how I feel about you.” I kiss his scars and run my fingers along the nape of his neck. “You’re wrong, though.” I say in between kisses. “I see your scars. I’ve always seen them.”
I pull back and bring my face to his.
“It’s just that I love them as much as I love you.”
His dark eyes lower, and it’s the only time I’ve ever seen him act nervous. “They don’t disgust you?”
Cupping his face, I can’t help but give a soft laugh. His eyes jump to mine, brow furrowed in confusion, but it softens when he sees my smile.
“Nothing about you could ever disgust me.” To prove my point, I lift up and press my bare pussy against his abs, rocking gently so he can feel how wet I am.
“Fuck,” he growls, watching me grind against him.
When I pull back, giving him a perfect view of his glistening abs, Iwhisper, “You’re the only man who’s ever made me wet, Matvey. In my eyes, you will always be perfect, and I will only ever belong to you.”
The raw hunger in his dark eyes should act as a warning, but I know he’ll never hurt me. His feral look doesn’t mean he’s seconds away from losing control and hurting me; it just means he wants this as much as I do. Matvey knows what I’ve been through, and because of that, he’s holding back. The tensed hard lines of his muscles and the swollen veins that run up his forearms and neck make it obvious he’s using all his willpower to keep himself in check, but he’s doing it. He’s doing it for me because he loves me and doesn’t want to scare me.
Leaning closer, I give his full, bottom lip a soft suck and run my hands down his chest and abs. My fingers run through the slickness of my own arousal before stopping at the button of his jeans. He raises a dark brow at me when I undo it and tug on the zipper.
“You were always so careful with me when I was younger. You always made me come. You let me grind against you or you used your fingers or you used your mouth, but you never let me do anything for you.”
“I didn’t want to rush you,” he groans when I drag a nail above the waistband of his boxers.
My lips barely touch his when I whisper, “I want to make you come.”
“Alina, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to do this.” Slipping my hand in, I reach down and wrap my fingers around the hard length of him. We both groan at the contact, and when I pull him free, I freeze at the sight of him. He’s huge and rock-hard and covered in pre-cum. After two years with Konstantin, sex is something I’ve been taught to fear, but I still can’t help but be drawn to the cock that could easily tear me in two. Matvey’s thicker and longer than Konstantin, and my heart speeds up at the thought of all of that fitting inside of me, but I’m not going to spend my life afraid. I refuse to give that bastard the satisfaction. I won’t allow his memory to come between us.
Reaching out, I run a shaky finger up his length as he groans andswells even bigger. Mesmerized by the sight of him, I watch more arousal spill over his crown and drip slowly down his shaft. Unable to resist, I swipe it up with my finger and bring it to my lips.
“Alina,” he groans, watching me suck my finger clean while his strong hands grip my hips. “Tell me what you want.” He kisses and nips at my collarbone. “Tell me what you need from me. I’ll do whatever you want,malishka.”
I run my fingers through his dark hair and lift my hips, scooting closer before lowering down so my pussy is pressed against his length. His feral groan mixes with my whimper as I rock my hips, letting his thick cock part my wet folds so I’m flush against him. It’s the most intimate position we can be in without him actually entering me, and he’s right. This moment, both of us exposed and vulnerable and trusting, is beautiful. What we have is beautiful, and it’s something that a man like Konstantin will never understand.
“I want to make you come, Matvey. I want to share this with you.”
He nips at my skin, kissing and licking his way to my breast while his fingers dig into my hips, encouraging me to move. The wet heat of his tongue hits my nipple, and I gasp at the rush of pleasure. He fills his mouth, sucking me in while his tongue continues to run over my nipple, and the sensation has my body aching for more. I rock my hips harder, already feeling the pull of another orgasm.
“Matvey,” I moan, “wait.”
He immediately stops, dropping my breast from his mouth and cupping my face. “Did I hurt you?” His eyes run over me, looking for clues. “Do you want to stop, baby?”
There’s no judgement in his tone, and I know if I said yes, he’d pick me up and carry me to bed, not even slightly angry that we couldn’t do more, but stopping is the last thing I want right now.
“No, and I’m not hurt.” I cover his hands with mine, giving them a soft squeeze. “But you’re about to make me come, and I don’t want to do that unless you can too.”
He gives a soft laugh, his sexy mouth curling up in a grin. “I can definitely do that.” Bringing his hands back to my hips, hemoves me up the length of him, pulling another moan from my shaking body. “But I’m taking you with me,malishka. I want to feel this pretty pussy wet my cock. Can you do that for me? Can you be my good girl and come all over my cock?”
“Fuck,” I whisper, nearly falling over the edge from his dirty talk alone.
“Is that a yes?” The amused tone of his voice brings my eyes back to his.
“Yes.” My cheeks heat up at the intense look in his eyes. “Help me, Matvey,” I whisper against his lips. “Help me come.”
