Chapter 161 I’m all yours
Andrey Volkov stood in the doorway, a dark figure with nothing more than the hallway light illuminating the outline of his impressive, tall frame. I heard the deep, steadying breaths he took and watched his shoulders rise and fall. All I could do was to stand at the foot of the bed, watching him while frozen. Even in that moment, there was something slightly more primal, almost animalistic, in the way he moved controlled yet tense, as if a predator was restraining itself.
"Elena," His deep husky voice caressed my senses and made my heart restart with a hard jump.
"Ty prostish' mine to, chto ya' sdelal?"
"What is it, Andrey?" I finally asked when I heard him speak Russian. "Where have you been? What has happened?" I took a cautious step toward him, sensing something different in the air around him, charged, electric, almost like a faint heat that wasn’t human.
He stepped into the room and flicked on the light on the dresser. The dim light lit up his face, and I gasped as I checked him out. Dark circles stressed his brown eyes, and he looked positively haggard. Rough, but still fuming with each quick breath he took. There was a tension to him, a raw energy I didn’t understand, yet felt instinctively.
Volkov’s dominating presence consumed the bedroom as he took another step toward me. The closer he got, the warmer I felt, melting the stress and the nerves freezing me in place. He looked like an exhausted predator, and though I had no idea why, a shiver of both fear and longing ran through me. Despite that, I was overjoyed to see him again. The silence between us was suffocating as he closed the distance.
"YA Sdelal to, chto dolzhen byl sdelat,' chtoby obezopasit' tebya mne zhal'," I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but the pleading in his voice and the tension in his stance told me he was apologizing—or protecting me from something I couldn’t see.
Suddenly, Volkov dropped down on his knees. He grabbed my hips, and I heard his heavy, shaky exhale. My skin heated immediately at the contact of his desperate grip. His eyes glistened, and the frown pulling at his lips made my heart ache. There was a wildness in him, barely restrained.
"Andrey," I whispered, without thinking, running my fingers through his hair. His face fell as he closed his eyes at my touch. Before I knew it, he pressed his face onto my stomach, wrapping his hands around my waist. He hugged me tightly on his knees like a broken man, yet there was a primordial strength in his grip, firm, inescapable.
He held me like that for a long moment, until I felt him press a kiss on my stomach through the t-shirt I was wearing. My heart thumped painfully in my chest, wondering what could have happened to bring him to this state. He moved with such intense, wolf-like focus that it was impossible not to shiver under it.
I felt the energy in the room shift as Volkov’s fingers dug into me, and he continued kissing my hip and abdomen. My fingers idly ran through his hair, reveling in the fact that he was here, that he was mine and still safe. There was a pulse of animal instinct in him that I couldn’t name, but it drew me in and made me ache with desire.
A spark coursed between us. His hands moved slowly, reverently, touching every inch of me while slipping under my t-shirt. His touch on my skin sent electricity racing through my body. Those long fingers curled into the strings of my thong and pulled them down my legs.
I stepped out of the thong, and Volkov lifted the front of my t-shirt. Without a second to orient myself, he was pressing his mouth between my legs, almost growling as he lunged for me. His tongue slipped between my vulva and found my clit with precision that made me gasp.
Something pulsed between my legs, a fire growing in my belly, and his mouth inflamed it further. My skin tingled like lightning with every flick of his tongue. His tenacity and forceful grip on my hips made me unstable, and I braced my hands on his shoulders to remain upright.
Volkov snarled, a sound almost too deep to be human, and the world fell away. Next thing I knew, my back was on the bed, and his hands pushed my thighs apart. His mouth returned to my pussy, this time plunging his tongue into me with urgency. I cried out, arching as he lapped at my leaking arousal.
This was happening so fast, but it didn’t matter. My mind slipped away from the fears that had plagued me all day in his absence, replaced by a desire that burned hotter because of the feral energy he exuded. Our needs surged between us, unrestrained, uncontainable.
"Ahh! Andrey," breathless moans escaped me as he tongue-fucked me. I couldn’t think or see straight through the dazzling sensations. It felt too good, and he knew exactly how to make my toes curl.
My legs seized up, and the rising pressure in my core hit me like a train. The tension snapped, and my body barreled through my climax. I cried out as Volkov continued lapping at my clit like a wolf claiming its mate.
When he pulled his face away, I saw the glistening on his mouth. I almost came again as I watched him lick my juices from his lips, his dark eyes admiring me sprawled at the edge of the bed. Our gaze locked, and my breath quickened at the wicked, almost predatory intent in his eyes.
"I need you, Elena," Volkov confessed in a ragged voice. "Right now. But I don’t know how gentle I can be," he added, staring darkly at me.
"You don’t need to be gentle. You can have me. I’m all yours," I whispered, and no sooner had the words passed my lips than he lunged toward me, capturing my lips before I could say anything else.
His lips were soft and warm, moving against mine. I could taste myself on him. His lips parted, and I followed the movement. Volkov’s tongue traced mine, teasing, claiming, until he closed his mouth over mine again. He swallowed every whimper from the back of my throat.
My hands clung to Volkov’s body, crushing me into the mattress. A few times, I thought I felt the damp spots on his black suit, but my mind was too muddled by desire to think of anything else. All I wanted was him, completely, utterly, as if we were bound by something primal, instinctive, and human all at once.
Suddenly, Volkov pulled away, rising off me with the hem of my t-shirt in his hands. The material slipped over my head, leaving me completely exposed. My heart raced at the way he looked at me. He made me feel like I was the most beautiful and cherished woman in the world.
He placed his hands on my hips and flipped me over, bending me over the edge of the bed and pressing my face to the mattress. I couldn’t see him, but I heard the frenzy of movements as he unbuckled his belt.
"Say it again, baby, I need to hear you say it again," his voice pleaded, a low growl threading through it that sent shivers down my spine.
"I’m yours," I whispered, losing myself in a haze.
The head of his cock rubbed over my slick pussy, making my body tremble. "I’m yours, Andrey," I moaned, and that was all he needed. He shoved inside me, making me scream from the force of it. He hit me so deep there was no time to adjust.
I tried to scramble up the bed to ease the ache of him sheathed so deeply, but before I could, Volkov’s body fell onto my back, forcing me against the mattress. His hand curled over mine, locking our fingers together.
When I saw his massive hand over mine near my face, I stopped breathing. Volkov pulled out and slammed back in, distracting me, but despite the wonderful sensation, the red on his knuckles caught my attention. There was no mistaking the black and blue bruises, split skin from hitting something with unbridled force. Even in the midst of desire, I sensed the feral, dangerous power simmering just beneath his human facade.