*Sephie*
Misha looked at me as sternly as was humanly possible for him before we got to the lobby. “We’re only going around the block this time. I’m not dealing with Boss, Ivan, and Andrei if something happens to you, gazelle,” he said, dramatically.
I laughed. “I’m not dealing with them either. I don’t want to fuck this up. Ilya is going to wonder why you call me gazelle when we’re done. Slowest. Gazelle. Ever,” I said, pointing to myself.
We set off around the block, with Misha on one side of me, Stephen on the other, and Ilya behind us. Misha was still slightly paranoid about someone being able to get to us. He masked it like an expert, but I could feel his worry. He was always aware of his surroundings, but even more so as we jogged around the block.
Both Ilya and Stephen were quiet as we ran. Stephen kept pace, even though he was worried about doing so. We were back at the building in under twenty minutes. Once we slowed to a walk, Misha put his arm around my shoulders, checking on my breathing. “I’m okay,” I said, in Russian.
Ilya was surprised. “You can speak Russian, too? You’re American?” he asked, almost like he had gotten it wrong.
I glanced behind me, laughing at his surprised expression. “You’re Russian and yet you speak English,” I said, grinning at him.
He laughed. “Fair enough,” he said.
They escorted me to the penthouse, before going back to their own apartments. Adrik was visibly relieved when I walked in smiling. “How did it go?” he asked.
“It was good. I think my lung might be finally back to normal. I didn’t struggle to catch my breath at all,” I said. I could see where his mind immediately went when he learned I didn’t struggle to catch my breath. “You shouldn’t be too surprised. It’s been getting better with you,” I said, pushing my warmth to him.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me with him toward the bedroom. “Would you like to test that, solnishko?” he asked, as he closed the door behind us.
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” I said, pulling my shirt off and throwing it further into the bedroom.
He laughed, his excitement clearly on his face. He grabbed my hips, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. His wide smile stretched across his face as he walked us toward the shower. “If I haven’t told you lately, I love you. More than I ever thought possible,” he said. He set me down on the sink as he turned the water in the shower on.
He pulled his shirt off as he walked back to me, smirking at the obvious lust he could see in my eyes as I watched him take his shirt off. It didn’t seem to matter how many times I saw him without his shirt on, it was still the sexiest sight I’d ever seen.
He ran his hands up my thighs, grabbing my hips. He picked me up off the counter, standing me in front of him. “Stephen could keep up with you okay?” he asked as he pushed my leggings down my thighs.
“Yeah, he didn’t have any problems. Ilya either. We took it easy. Neither me nor Misha wanted to deal with you, Ivan, and Andrei if something happened,” I said, holding on to his shoulder as I stepped out of my clothes.
He smiled as he stood up. “It wouldn’t have been pretty,” he said, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist once more. He walked us into the shower, unable to take his eyes away from mine.
“Are they doing something different again?” I asked.
“No, I just really love it when they turn blue,” he said, pressing his lips to mine. I felt the pull in my chest that meant he was thinking about how much he loved me.
I smiled against his lips. “I think they turn blue more than anything else. Pretty much everything you do makes me love you a little more. Even when you obsess over me jogging around the block with only Misha and Stephen.”
He sighed heavily, not realizing I was just teasing him. “Sephie, once everything…” I cut him off, my lips preventing him from saying anything else. I knew he was worried about me because he didn’t want anything to happen to me again. I loved him for it. I also knew that once the other bosses were taken care of, it wouldn’t be an issue any longer. I needed him to know that I loved him for it. I wrapped myself around him even tighter and deepened the kiss.
He pushed me against the wall of the shower, his kiss just as desperate as mine. With the wall and his body pressed against mine supporting most of me, his hands were free. He pulled back to look at me, putting both hands on my face. “I love you, Sephie. I can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you ever again.” I could feel his fear over the thought of something happening to me. I saw the look of confusion as he looked at me.
“White?” I asked. He nodded. “It’s your fear, love. I can feel it strongly. Almost as strong as your anger, which is why you can change them.”
He just stared at my eyes for a moment, then I felt the familiar pull in my chest that meant he was thinking about how much he loved me. I adored his look of satisfaction that appeared when my eyes changed to blue. “I know I said that black to purple might be my favorite transition, but that one is a very close second,” he said. His hands were still on either side of my face, his thumbs lightly rubbing my cheeks. He pressed his lips to mine, softly kissing me.
I moaned softly. His gentle kisses always managed to make me melt. I ran my hands through his hair, pressing my hips into his. It was all the encouragement he needed. I felt him slowly slide inside me, loving the feeling of fullness that came with it every single time. I leaned my head back against the shower wall, exhaling loudly as I reveled in the feeling. He laughed softly as his lips found my neck. “I will never get tired of your reaction to me. It’s almost more than I can handle every single time,” he said, his lips and tongue moving down my neck.
“Me too,” I said breathlessly. I grinned at him as he pushed himself into me harder, eliciting a moan from me. His handsome smile stretched across his face as he pushed himself into me even harder, causing me to moan even louder. I knew how much he loved teasing me.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my lips finding his. My body was nothing but pleasure as he kept his rhythm slow, his kiss gentle. With each thrust, with each touch, with each kiss, the fire in my body was building. My breaths were heavy as he kept slowly pushing me toward the edge. Just as I started to get close, he backed off, making me wait. I made a noise halfway between a whimper and a moan when he backed off, causing him to laugh softly as he kissed my neck. “Trust me, solnishko,” he said, his lips against my neck.
He pushed into me harder, pushing me closer to the edge once more. This time was even more intense. I squeezed my legs around his waist, grabbing his shoulders. I could feel my pussy throbbing around his cock. I moaned, pushing my hips into him harder. He backed off once more, but this time, he grabbed a fistful of hair and kissed me deeply, which helped me with some of my extreme frustration that was also building.
He chuckled, as he could feel it too. “I promise it’s worth it,” he said against my lips. I groaned into his mouth. Once again, he pushed into me, even harder this time. I was so close. “Please,” I pleaded with him, breathlessly, trying to get him not to back off this time. His lips found mine once more. He increased his rhythm, pushing into me hard and fast. My orgasm was almost immediate. It was so intense that my entire body felt like it was on fire. I loved the feeling and pushed it to him. As soon as it felt like I was coming down, he pushed me back over the edge.
I could do nothing but try and hang on to him as he pushed my body to even greater limits of pleasure. Finally, he found his own release. He pressed his body against mine as he caught his breath. He stepped back enough that I could unwrap my legs from his waist, standing in front of him as I worked to catch my breath. He watched me closely, still worried that I would panic. It was easier this time.
“No white,” he said, pulling us both under the water.
I smiled up at him. “Told you it was getting easier. I think there was something to seeing your eyes go black last time it happened. I think it helped me more than I realized.”
He looked at me thoughtfully, his finger lightly tracing the details of my face. He placed his hand on the back of my neck, kissing me gently. “I will never send you away for any reason again. I’ll always be there to protect you. Always,” he said.
My breath hitched at his words. I saw the look that meant something was happening with my eyes. I didn’t even care. I just needed him to know that I loved him. I pressed my body to his, my lips to his, pushing my warmth to him. “I love you, Adrik. More than anything,” I said, resting my head on his chest as he held me tightly.