Chapter 11: Always hot

Before I could respond, his hand moved to the back of my head. I gasped when he curled his fist into my hair and jerked my head back, but he swallowed that gasp with his own mouth. That heated kiss took me completely by surprise, and the ferocity of it stole the air from my lungs. It aided in inflaming the heat coiling in my belly, a deep, desperate thrum that pulsed with every heartbeat, and my knees trembled uncontrollably. My legs threatened to give out underneath me as Andrey deepened the kiss, but his free arm wrapped around me, anchoring me in place and making it impossible to escape even if I wanted to.

I allowed myself to melt against him. He seemed almost glad to support me, pulling me tight to his chest, his hard, warm body a thrilling contrast to my trembling form, and his lips bruised mine with the force and precision of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. All the while, his hand remained locked in the back of my hair, controlling my movement with possessive intent. I couldn't pull away if I wanted to, and I didn’t. The scent that enveloped me—rich, smoky, a touch of expensive cologne mixed with lingering cigarette smoke—made my pulse race in a way I didn’t expect. Why did I like the smell now, when before it would have driven me away?

"I'm going to take my time with you tonight," He promised, pulling away a fraction, so I could feel his warm breath fanning my face. My eyes were hazy, struggling to focus on his chiseled features, the sharp lines of his jaw softened by the fire of lust burning in his gaze. "I apologise for not treating you with all the facets of pleasure you deserved to experience last time."

"What? But it was," I cleared my throat, my voice trembling despite my attempt at composure. "It was good. You're the only one who made me..." I bit my bottom lip to shut myself up, feeling the wet heat of anticipation pooling in my core. His kisses had already loosened my lips, and the corner of his mouth lifted in that smug, dangerous smile that always made my stomach flip. "I'm the only one to make you come, baby... Forever," My face contorted as if I had just sucked on a lemon, but I nodded, shivering with both excitement and disbelief.

More than anything, I wanted to cover my face with my hands, hide the evidence of my vulnerability, but somewhere along the way, my fingers had curled into Andrey's suit while he crushed me against his firm chest. "I'm going to do it again, and again, and again," He promised, his tone a low, half-snarl pressed against my ear. My thighs shifted together, subtly grinding in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure building unbearably between them.

"Starting now," He growled. I yelped when the next instant Andrey swept me up effortlessly and wrapped my legs around his waist. My dress scrunched up across my thighs, and the sensation of his warm, taut abs pressing against my core made me absurdly excited, every nerve ending igniting in response. Even through the layers of his clothes, his body radiated heat, a magnetic force that left me trembling and weak.

In no time, his long, powerful legs had carried us into the bedroom. This time, he flicked the lights on before tossing me onto the mattress. I covered my eyes from the sudden glare and sucked in a sharp gasp. "Sorry about that, but this time I'm going to watch unhindered," He said, undoing his tie with deliberate slowness as he moved to the windows and drew the curtains closed. "The city is bright, but it’s not enough. I want to see everything."

"Oh," I whispered, unsure what to say. All I could do was watch Andrey as he positioned himself at the foot of the bed, his gaze never leaving me while he removed the remaining layers of his suit. "You're the only woman I have my sights in," He tossed out casually, though every inch of his tone held something sharp and predatory. "I'm going to fuck you slowly. With the lights on, and it will be the type of sex you could never put a price on."

I visibly trembled on the edge of the bed, heart hammering in my chest as my pulse echoed in my ears. His eyes blazed with a fire that reflected and magnified my own arousal, and I couldn’t help the way my body reacted. It was obscene that I responded this strongly to him, but God help me, I wanted him to fulfill every filthy promise he made.

When he stripped down to his black button-up shirt, I realized with a pang of frustration that I had wanted to see the sculpted perfection of his body again. Those thoughts fled as his urgent hands moved over me, pulling away every piece of fabric I wore before I could blink. My dress, my bra, my thong—all became a forgotten pile on the floor, discarded in the heat of the moment.

"Goddamn, you are so fucking hot," He murmured, running his hands over my thighs in long, deliberate strokes, sending shivers of pure electricity crawling across my skin. "Every single inch of you," Those darkened eyes, brown flecked with green, drank in every detail of me, analyzing and absorbing me with an intensity that made my breath hitch. Where his eyes wandered, his hands followed, tenderly tracing the paths his gaze lingered on. The coiling in my belly only tightened, each touch magnifying my desire to unbearable levels.

My nipples hardened beneath his fingers, rolling and softly twisted in his grasp, until his face bent down to taste my skin. He kissed the smooth expanse between my breasts first, then found a tight nipple with his mouth, sucking and teasing until a fire coursed through me, spreading down past my navel and igniting the aching place deep between my legs.

He pulled away abruptly to pepper my neck with kisses, then his mouth slanted over mine. The kiss caught me off guard, and a soft moan slipped from my lips as his fingers pressed into my skin, holding me in place. He left me wanting, trailing that wicked mouth over my jaw, along my shoulder, and to the side of my right breast, biting and sucking randomly. He continued his descent, lips and teeth worshipping my body lower and lower, teasing every inch of me—the ribs, my stomach, just below my navel.

I clenched and fought against the desire clawing at me from between my legs. The lower he ventured, the more that scorching mouth adored me, and the hotter, needier I became. "So perfect," His breath fanned my core, making my arousal undeniable. My legs spread of their own accord under him, and he grasped my thighs to push them wider. Just when I thought he would lower his mouth completely to me, he chuckled—a wicked, full-bodied sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I whimpered in response, helpless under his touch.

His fingers slid against my slit, and I moaned, the sensation igniting a fire that seemed to consume me from the inside out. Skilled fingers parted my lips, and then his other hand lifted to rub his thumb over my clit. Curiosity and desperation overtook me, and I tilted my chin down to peek at him, wanting to see the source of this exquisite torment.