Chapter 169: feel happy with him

He curled one arm around my head, and his other hand grabbed my hip. I shuddered when I felt his hand roam up my sides. It was as if he was reveling my body against his, his strength and power barely restrained like a wolf controlling its dominance.

I wiggled my hips until it centered my pussy with his cock. After all the soft touches in the shower, I was already so aroused for him. Volkov's tenderness towards me was turning me into jelly in his hands.

A desperate need was swelling inside of me, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I slipped one hand between our bodies and grabbed Volkov's cock. He groaned and stilled but didn't stop me as I guided him to my wet entrance. As soon as the head was in, I let go, and Volkov pushed his hips, sliding all the way in. He filled me until I finally felt whole for the first time in days.

My core tensed up, and my back arched against him. We were both overwhelmed by the sensation of our joining. Like this is the moment, we both needed more than anything else. Right now, Volkov was comforting me and completing me.

My lips parted, and I was speaking before I realized what I was saying. But it was too late to stop myself, with the swirling mix of emotions and pleasure rolling through me.

"I love you, Volkov,"

His muscles tensed up and tightened for a split second. When I realized what I had said, I internally cursed myself. Maybe this wasn't the right time for me to profess my feelings for him.

Volkov didn't respond immediately, but he kissed me deeply and tenderly in a way that washed away my anxiety.

"Oh. God. Elena," he kissed me again. "Elena," he repeated my name, pressing his forehead against mine. I opened my eyes, only to become instantly frozen by the way Volkov was staring at me.

With his eyes on me, he pulled out his cock but pushed it back quickly into my aching cunt, claiming my whole body. Even though he didn't say it back, I could feel it. I didn't need Volkov to say it. Not right now. I was fine, as long as I could feel him deep within me and stay with him.

My arms wrapped up around his neck as his hips rocked against mine. The movement caused my nails to rake down his back, but he was too focused to care about it. I threw my head back and sighed at the heavenly feeling of Volkov's cock thrusting into me. His mouth fell on my neck again, making goosebumps quickly flash over my limbs.

Our bodies were perfectly aligned in those erotic moments. Volkov knew how to roll his hips with each thrust. The action caused a heated pleasure in my belly to flare higher and higher.

"From the first time I first saw you, I knew I was going to have you," His fist curled in my hair, pulling my head to the side so that he could lick a fiery trail up my neck to my jaw.

"You’re mine, Elena. You’re mine," he groaned in pants.

He was mine too. The first night together, his touch won over my body, but now it was so much more. His dark allure was intoxicating, and it overwhelmed all my senses. Falling in love with him was dangerous, yet here we were. I was his.

Volkov grounded his hips against me, ensuring I felt every impressive inch of his cock while he claimed. Each thrust was intense, hitting right where I needed to feel him. That fiery coiling in my core was on the verge of coming undone. His movement was intense and expert as he pounded into me.

With the emotions coursing through us and the passionate tension in the air, there was no denying how we felt. I knew that we weren't just fucking right now. Volkov wasn’t just sleeping with me because he needed me, or because I needed physical contact.

We were making love, careful, slow love making that burned hotter than any star in the sky. It was enough to make me burn in flames from the intensity of Volkov's skin on mine.

The rising pleasure in my core snapped so suddenly that I saw the explosion of fireworks behind my eyes. My nails dug into his back, and my head fell back as I cried out… so loudly from the intensity of my climax. Heat flooded through my veins as my body writhed with pleasure.

"Good girl," Volkov praised, pressing kisses at the corner of my parted lips. I gasped desperately, pulling in each lungful of air as Volkov continued drilling into me. He pressed his forehead onto mine and rammed skillfully into me.

Each breath he took shuddered through him, and I could feel the erratic jerk of his hips. My pussy was clenching his cock tightly with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and it was only pushing him further.

"Elena," my name was a desperate plea from his lips. Full of longing and desire for more. So much more.

"Ah! Fuck," His thrusts slowed down as he came.

His unsteady breath fanned my face when he leaned his face against mine again. I felt him filling me, claiming me from within, and I reveled in the sensation.

"Are you alright?" he whispered against my hairline, holding me close as our bodies stopped writhing. I hummed in response, unable to form words on my tongue. It was answer enough, and Volkov kissed my temple. He held me for a few moments before pulling out.

I still had a lot to work out. My feelings and emotions were so strong, enough to wash me off my feet like a powerful hurricane. Now that I had Volkov at my side, everything would be solved.

I shouldn't have run away from him, and I didn't know how to tell him just how happy I felt that he came after me. Now that I knew that he found me because he genuinely cared, and not because of the contract, I could allow myself to find the comfort I needed with him.

Volkov knew now that I loved him, but he didn't push me away. I was very sure that I felt my feelings returned in every kiss and touch.

When he tucked me against his chest, stroking his fingers through my hair, I didn't question our relationship anymore. Cradled in Volkov's embrace, I fell into the awaiting arms of sleep. Sleeping in Volkov's arms, feeling the faint heat of him, was the best thing I needed on earth.