Chapter 202: Moment ruined

I needed to feel more of her. All of her. One of my hands trailed down her side to her hip and I grabbed her, pulling her closer to my chest. I palmed her perfectly round ass, enjoying the softness of her petite frame in my hands. The faintest tremor of her heartbeat vibrated against my chest, syncing with mine, sharp and erratic. My senses sharpened, drinking in the scent of her skin ,warm, sweet, maddening the kind of scent that pulled something deep and instinctual in me dangerously close to the surface.

A little whimper slipped free out of her mouth when I pulled her harder against me, hoping she could feel my growing excitement. The way she arched her back and wiggled against me, I knew she could. A low rumble escaped my chest, barely human, vibrating against her lips as I took the opportunity to plunge my tongue deeper in her mouth, the kiss turning wet and sloppy as if we were on the edge of devouring one another.

Elena's breathy whimpers of ecstasy drove me wild. The front of my pants felt tight as my groin throbbed with my growing desire. Her hands traveled down my chest, over my stomach, flicking open the buttons of my black dress shirt as she went. The feeling of her delicate touch on my skin made the muscles along my stomach tighten. The animal inside me stirred, pacing, restless, my pulse thundering with restrained need.

I felt the smile on her lips against mine when she reveled in the feeling of my abs under her fingertips and the way my body reacted to her touch. I felt her palm dipping over the light trail of hair to my navel and lower. Her manicured nails tickled my skin as she traced them along the top of my pants, eliciting a growl from deep in my throat. It was guttural, feral, one that made her shiver but she didn’t know why didn’t know what that sound really was.

A shiver raced down my spine crush her against me. To be inside of her. Moving inside of her and claiming her as mine. The urge to mark her flared so sharply that my teeth ached with the effort it took to hold back.

The bruises from her fall healed and I now wanted to leave new ones across her perfectly unblemished skin. To mark her up with my mouth and my teeth. I wanted to let the world see that she belonged to me, intimately and wholly. The wolf in me purred at the thought, a dark satisfaction curling beneath my skin.

She was mine and I was getting so wrapped up in the taste and feelings of her. I no longer felt the frigid air outside or cared that the sun was dipping into the distance. My ears were ringing and it was only her whimpers into my mouth I heard as I lost myself in everything that was Elena.

Her sweet taste was intoxicating and it engulfed me. The taste of her on my lips was an aphrodisiac, and it made me hungry for more. I was starving and Elena was the feast I had been looking forward to all day. Every nerve burned with need, every instinct screamed to take, to claim, to possess  but I forced my body to still, fighting the wolf within that demanded I do more than kiss.

After her fall, it was so hard to be gentle with her but I knew that she needed to recover. Of course, she was just as needy, though not as openly vocal about her desire.

We'd been intimate only twice since she came from the hospital. Slow, careful, fucking in the dark. I tried to resist knowing that she needed to recover but my little dancer knew how to push my buttons.

She was pushing them even right now. Elena didn't want me to touch her as though she were a delicate flower anymore. No, she wanted me to grab her and dominate her in all the ways I did before. Pushing those thoughts away, I broke the kiss.

Glancing down, I admired her swollen rosebud lips and the flush painting her cheeks. The haze of desire in her eyes as she breathlessly whined at the broken kiss almost made me dive back in for more. My control was razor-thin, the beast beneath my skin prowling with hunger.

"Andrey Volkov," she mewled, trembling in my grasp. It was a complaint at stopping and I relished the sound of my name coming from her needy lips. The way she said it soothed something primal in me , the part of me that needed to hear my name on her tongue like a claim.

Suddenly wrapping her up in my arms and pulling her into a crushing hug, I breathed in her delicate scent and hoped it would calm my racing heart. The scent grounded me, cooled the wildfire of instinct clawing inside my chest. "I don't want to hurt you, baby."

"You won't." She wiggled in my grasp.

I felt her hand traveling between our bodies then she grabbed the length of my erection through my slacks. "I know you can be gentle, Andrey," she whispered as she squeezed my throbbing erection. "Shit," I hissed out when I felt her palm my dick through my pants. My muscles tensed, a deep vibration crawling through my chest that almost broke into a growl.

One of my hands snaked up and curled in the back of her golden hair. Pulling her head back, I leaned down to whisper against the shell of her ear. "I don't think I can be gentle with you right now, Elena. Please don't tempt me." My breath was uneven, thick with the effort of restraint, a war between man and instinct.

"But….." she started to argue.

"No," I tightened my fist in her hair, skimming my lips over the delicate curve of her neck. The warmth of her skin pulsed beneath my lips, and I had to fight the urge to bite down , to taste. "If I fuck you right now, it will be hard and fast. You will enjoy it but it will hurt you at the end. As much as I enjoy seeing your pretty little tears as you cum on my cock, I can't do that right now."

She hadn’t asked that once in the past two weeks. My need for her is what led her life into mine and led to the contract. I knew that the desire to ask had been burning on the tip of her tongue.

"You’re still mine by contract, baby. And I want you here day and night, at my side.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense." Her smile was fake. The disappointment written in her eyes was obvious. When she stepped out of my embrace, I wondered what was on her mind. My instincts flared again , the protective, territorial pull that made me want to follow, to keep her close where no one else could scent her skin the way I did.

Elena bodily shivered when a late afternoon breeze blew over us. She crossed her arms over her chest and my first instinct was to wrap up my arms around her and do everything in my power to shield her from the cold. I could feel the temperature drop before the wind even hit, the way a predator senses a shift in the air before the prey does.

"Let's go back inside. I should check on that soup." She didn't look me in the eyes as she stepped through the bi-fold door and into the dining room. I followed her while fixing the buttons of my dress shirt. The sexual moment was ruined. That was it. But beneath my calm exterior, something inside still prowled , watching her every move, aching for her warmth, and praying that the beast in me would stay silent just a little longer.