Kazimir took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before easing me onto my back on the bed. As he hovered over me, he shook his head and I was certain he was doing nothing more than tucking me into bed like he’d done before, walking away before we made a mistake.
That didn’t happen.
Instead, he flexed his fingers, placing the tips against my face. With the gentleness of a maestro, he pulled his hand down ever so slowly, all while our eyes locked together, our breath chiming to the same beat. He continued trailing the same path, taking his time to shatter my last resolve with his gentle touch.
I longed to reach for him, to pull him down and beg him to fuck me. Something told me that wouldn’t be allowed. The man was used to absolute control. I dared not blink as I studied his expressions, every inflection and every nuance allowing me to learn a little more about him.
He was a ladies’ man, a playboy. That much I’d managed to capture from looking at the internet. Yet I sensed he’d never been happy, at least in love.
The picture with my brother had allowed me to see another side of him. He’d been happier then. Just like Charlie.
Maybe there was an incredible side to Kazimir that he’d never allowed anyone to see.
Even if the little voice inside my head reminded me he’d just murdered someone in cold blood. Maybe worse than the reality of what he’d done was the realization I wasn’t certain I cared. An eye for an eye. Maybe I wasn’t the good person I’d believed myself to be after all.
“Kazimir,” I whispered when he rolled his finger around my belly button. I was suddenly tense all over, my lack of experience and the craziness of the day creating a wave of fear.
“Shush,” he stated in his commanding tone. “Don’t talk. Just enjoy.”
The few words sent another rush of excitement into me and the second he nipped my chin, I arched my back, opening my legs as a blatant invitation. He pulled back, his nostrils flaring as he lowered his head, allowing his eyes to trail all the way down to my smooth pussy. As he started to pepper kisses across my shoulder, I twisted back and forth on the sheets. Just the way he was taking his time continuing his exploration, darting his tongue across my skin was driving me crazy. The need only continued to build, pushing the limits of pleasure, guiding me straight into the beginnings of rapture.
When he reached my stomach, I fisted my hands, another wave of embarrassment stifling my breath.
“Relax, my beautiful virtuoso. No one will ever hurt you again. I’m going to give you a taste of your fantasy.” The husky tone of his voice was soothing, but when he passed his hand across my naked pussy, I jerked up from the bed, my breathing shallow.
He crawled between my legs, lifting and spreading them wide. There was no rush, no push to get me to do anything, just an amazing closeness as he rubbed his hands on my inner thighs. His caress was soft, tingly, and amazing. I closed my eyes as he blew across my wetness, muttering something under his breath that I couldn’t understand.
As he gathered my legs into his arms, I bristled, every muscle stiffening. He rolled his thumb around my clit, pressing against it as I struggled to keep quiet. The moment he pinched the already sensitive bud, he sent heart-stopping sensations straight to my pelvis. Then as he slid his tongue around my tender tissue, I was pulled into a beautiful vacuum that I never wanted to leave. Breathless, my mind spinning out of control, I squeezed my hands around the sheets, tugging and pulling as I pointed my toes. “Oh, God. Oh… my God.” I tried to keep from laughing out of nervousness.
The single man I’d been with hadn’t taken any time, the moment rushed and underwhelming. I’d never felt so alive as I did right now. I gripped the sheets, ripping them with my hands as he blew hot air across my pussy lips.
“So sweet,” he stated and there was no need to read his lips, I could feel the intense vibrations dancing across my heated skin.
He rolled his fingers down the inside of one thigh as he peppered the other with wet kisses. I was shocked he was taking so much time, driving me to the point of insanity. I was already aching, longing for more. I tossed my head from side to side, biting my lower lip to keep from crying out.
There were men outside. They might hear us. There was no way I could handle the embarrassment.
He lifted my hips off the bed, burying his tongue inside my tight channel and it was all I could do to keep from screaming. I bit my lower lip, twisting my head back and forth. I’d never had such pleasure and a series of emotions raced through me. I was cold and hot, anxious and floating on air, my mind completely frozen to anything but the utter bliss. I writhed in his hold, spinning out of control as he pushed a single finger inside. I was so tight, so hot and wet that I couldn’t seem to stop panting.
He issued a deep, rumbling growl and added a second finger. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I squirmed continuously as lights flashed in front of my eyes.
As he’d done with exploring my body, he took his time, burying his face in my wetness. Every dark syllable and every lust-filled sound created a continuous wave of heat. I lifted my head as he did his, blushing at the way he was smiling at me.
“You taste so fucking good.”
He widened my legs, sliding a second then third finger inside. I gasped for air as he plunged his tongue inside, flicking it back and forth. Every stroke of his tongue brought me closer to pure ecstasy. I continued to toss my head back and forth as I bucked against him.
Yet I wasn’t going anywhere. His grip tightened. I was wide open for him, losing parts of myself to a man I’d never expected to crash into my life.
Oh, dear God. I was going to lose my mind. “I… Yes, um…” The laugh finally came, my vision completely blurred, but I no longer cared. My breathing was all over the place, and I was so close, so close to releasing that stars etched in gold floated in front of my eyes.
As he continued licking, he flexed his fingers open, driving in slow and even thrusts. Within seconds, I was no longer breathing, unable to think, the pleasure was so great. Panting, I arched my back, reaching for him with one hand as the beginnings of an orgasm tickled my toes, shooting up my legs.
“Come for me,” he ordered and there was no way to ignore his command.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh…” As the climax tore through me, I pressed the back of my hand across my mouth. This was what ecstasy had to be. My entire body was like a live wire, crackling in the middle of a storm, my core throbbing.
I struggled in his hold, so sensitive I didn’t think I could handle anymore. As I dug my heels into the bed, he thrust his tongue into my tight channel.
“I can’t…” I moaned, no longer able to focus clearly.
“Yes, you can, and you will.” His voice was even louder, booming to the point the sound echoed in my ears.
“Oh, my…”
I was thrown, so caught off guard by the ferocity several whimpers escaped. The sensations were incredible leaving me aching and breathless.
“Come for me again.” His voice rumbled and I had no idea how I possibly could. He seemed to know how to make me even wetter, driving his tongue so deeply inside that there was no chance of being freed from another wave of sheer bliss.
I couldn’t stop shaking, the sweet moment of ecstasy shattering parts of my mind.
The wave was incredible, the explosion of sensations stealing any sound that I might consider making. I was blinded by the extreme passion, falling into the sweet release that I’d only achieved with my fingers. This was entirely different, a freedom that I’d fantasized about, envisioning the perfect man.
And here he was, as if the gods had provided me with a perfect gift.
My dark admirer, someone who’d made me feel so special, so cherished.
If only it could last forever.
Yet nothing could.
Except for death.
He eased my legs to the bed, slowly rubbing his fingers in circles across my heated skin.
Another wave of sadness rushed through me and within seconds, his fingers were touching my face, soothing my nerves. “It’s alright,” he told me with such tenderness I believed him.
As a few tears fell, he raked his fingers through them, slowly pulling his fingers to his mouth. There was something so calming about his actions as he sucked on his fingers. Somehow, he pulled me from the dark moment, reminding me that I was very much alive.
“You’re safe with me.”
Was I really? Wasn’t he the man who’d been fearful he’d destroy me?
I gripped his arm, brushing my pinky back and forth in an aimless pattern. With our breathing labored, the slightest touch created even more heat between us. I shifted my hand, crawling my fingers down his chest.
His smile could light up a room.
When he straddled me, I slowly lifted my head, darting my eyes back and forth. For some reason, I expected to see disappointment, but there was nothing but an increased need, the tenseness of his muscles indicating he was no longer capable of controlling his desires. I planted both my palms on his chest, kneading his muscles as his scent surrounded me.
“Beautiful.”
For once, I felt beautiful.
I wanted to be covered with his scent so I could remember the moment,. A moment free from the real-life nightmare. As he shifted his legs between mine, I held my breath as I’d done so many times before, my pussy muscles clenching and releasing several times in anticipation.
He was so large, his cock fully engorged, and I was fearful that he’d rip me apart. There was something so special about the way he splayed out my hair on the pillow, sliding his fingers through my long strands, as if he wanted this moment to last as long as possible, just like I did. After trailing his fingers down my chest, he lifted a single leg, bending it at the knee then pressing his lips against the inside.
His expressions were so demonstrative and the way his eyes flashed drew me into a dark abyss within his soul. Yet I could see a moment of light. I’d read enough about him and his family to know they’d been accused of terrible acts. I understood he’d already killed someone to protect me.
Maybe there was no rhyme or reason, but the lengths he’d gone to protect me were thrilling.
There was such a connection between us, heated and intense, and as I slowly lowered one of my hands, finally wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, a smile crossed my face. His cock was throbbing, so large that I shuddered all over again just thinking about him sliding it deep inside.
He rose onto one arm, peering down at me with the same crazed look in his eyes that I felt.
“Are you certain you want this?” His question was heartfelt and if I had to guess, I’d say he’d never asked any other woman the same thing. Why me? Because he thought I was fragile or special?
At this point, it didn’t really matter.
I brushed my hand down to his cock, rolling my finger around his cockhead. “Does this answer your question?”
As I started to stroke him more fervently, the corners of his mouth were turned up, his eyes narrowing.
“You can be a bad girl.”
“Mmm… I guess so.”
He allowed me to explore, enjoying teasing him as he’d done with me, relishing the feel of his sex. But as our combined hunger continued to grow, he took full control once again, removing my hand and shifting the tip to my swollen folds. I’d never been so wet, the ache unlike anything I’d felt before.
My pussy throbbed, the rush of heat in my core keeping me tingling all over. I’d never wanted anything or anyone as much as I did Kazimir.
When the tip was just inside, he placed his forearms on the bed on each side of me, lowering his head until our lips were almost touching. I rolled my hands down his sides, marveling in the feel of his hardness. He never blinked, never allowed his eyes to shift away from me for one second as he slowly pushed inside.
My pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion, the rush of heat turning into the most incredible roar of tingling sensations. Panting, I wrapped one leg around his, arching my back, hungering to feel all of him. My muscles stretched, screaming as he filled me completely. The ache was intense, powerful in a way that I couldn’t attach words to.
“So fucking hot. So tight.” His chest rose and fell as he threw his head back as if one last time contemplating what we were doing.
He hesitated, keeping the remaining inches from being driven into my core. I tilted my head, forcing our lips to touch. Then I said the words I’d been longing to say since he’d entered my life.
“Don’t stop. I want this. I need you. Just fuck me.”
The expression on his face was even more carnal than before. He brushed his lips back and forth across mine then did as I asked, thrusting the remainder inside, capturing my mouth to keep my cry exploding into his.
I scratched my nails down his arm, wrapping my fingers around his solid muscle as if I needed to hold on. He’d dropped everything to come at Charlie’s request. That much my brother had told me only moments before he’d died. That’s why I’d been so confused when he’d told me to trust no one. Now I realized he hadn’t been able to finish his statement.
Trust no one but Kazimir, the man he’d considered a brother.
He yanked my other leg around his hip and he pulled almost all the way out, teasing me as he darted his tongue inside my mouth. I arched my back and squeezed his arm as a powerful stream of lights flashed in front of my eyes.
The way he dominated my tongue created wave after wave of tingles. When he broke the kiss, his heavy breathing floated across my face like a wildfire. His subtle laugh was erotic, every gesture he made possessive. As he pulled almost all the way out, I grasped his hips, trying to lift mine. The hunger was too great, fulfilling the need the only thing that mattered.
Another series of stars floated in front of my eyes as the sweet betrayal of our bodies came to fruition. I clung to him, intertwining my legs as he lifted his hips once again, plunging even harder. He pulled back enough so I could see his face, able to read his lips as he talked dirty.
“I’m going to fuck every sweet hole, filling you with my seed. Is that what you want?”
“Uh-huh.”
He shook his head as if admonishing me, balancing on one arm as he pinched my nipple, twisting until I cried out. Not from pain. From extreme pleasure.
My breath turned to slow, soft gasps as he developed a rhythm, plunging in and out, pushing every beautiful boundary. I was driven into a lull, unable to focus as he trailed rough, hungry kisses down my jawline, rubbing his lips across to my ear. His whisper was harsh, telling and a promise of things to come.
“I’m going to fuck you for hours.”
If only that could be the truth.
Shuddering in his hold, every plunge became more brutal as his needs intensified, losing his ability to maintain control. As my muscles continued to stretch, I knew that without a shadow of a doubt I would never be able to free my mind of wanting him. He should be my forever, not just a fling.
I shut my eyes, squeezing them to keep from becoming emotional, concentrating on the continued blast of pleasure. As he drove into me hard and fast, the tingling morphed into another climax so shockingly powerful it twisted my stomach, igniting every synapse.
“Yes. Yes…” I lolled my head to the side, gasping for air as the orgasm continued roaring through me, every nerve ending in flames. When he finally pressed the full weight of his body against mine, I let out a slow and scattered sigh. Then he wrenched my arms over my head, holding them captive, kissing me as if his life depended on doing so, hungrily and without reservation. I was taken aback by his aggressiveness, his need to devour every inch of me, but I’d never felt such utter bliss in my life.
Perhaps we were both desperate, incapable of separating right from wrong.
With both our bodies electrified, he developed a perfect rhythm and in those few moments where he had utter control of us both, nothing else seemed to matter.
His hunger knew no bounds and when he captured my mouth once again, I wrapped as much of my body around his as possible. There was a sense of being one, something I’d never believed possible.
As he overwhelmed me with his tongue, thrusting it in and out, I realized I’d never felt so wanted or so alive. I struggled in his hold for no other reason than I wasn’t used to being treated so possessively, but his kiss continued to ignite the stoked fire deep within.
He lifted his head, holding my gaze as he’d done before, grinding his hips into me as his jaw clenched. His entire body was shaking, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before he released deep inside, filling me with his seed, fulfilling the beautiful fantasy. I refused to blink, taking in every precious moment and when his hips began to jerk, he thrust even harder, stealing what was left of my breath.
He gasped for air, grunting as he threw back his head. As he erupted deep inside, I had never felt so fulfilled or satisfied in my life.
Seconds later, he pressed his forehead against mine, gasping for air, and I closed my eyes, falling into a dark abyss, a sweet golden haze that I prayed would never end.
His deep exhale continued and he rolled over, immediately pulling me against his chest. The moment of nuzzling was unexpected, but something told me it wouldn’t last.
He reached over, flicking off the light and I bristled. “Don’t turn off the light. I don’t like the darkness.” I lifted my head, hoping he could understand. I’d always been afraid of the dark, but since I’d felt someone had been following me, I couldn’t sleep without a light.
As he squeezed me, he instantly turned it back on. “You’re safe.”
“I know.” Although I wasn’t so sure and I could tell neither was he.
The darkness in his eyes returned as he regained control of his breathing. Something had changed deep within, reality spiraling out of control.
The sweet moment and our electric connection were gone, replaced with a sense of duty. His, not mine. He’d made a promise to protect me.