Chapter 328: Artemiy - I need you 1

The color drains from Olena’s beautiful face, letting me know just how much she doesn’t want to talk about it, and I hate myself for insisting, for pushing her when all she needs is a safe place to start healing.

So I decide to stop pressuring her for answers and give her the space she obviously needs. When she’s ready, she’ll open up, and I’ll be right here to listen to her and catch her when she falls.

Changing the subject, I demand, drunk on the knowledge of how she feels about me, “You opened up about your feelings, making me feel like the luckiest guy in the world when you told me that you love me, and I took that and made it all about myself. And I’m going to continue being selfish for a moment longer because I need to hear it again.”

She presses her lips together, color returning to her cheeks, before murmuring, “I love you.”

I’m the type of person who prefers actions over words, but when it comes to Olena, I can’t seem to get enough of hearing her tell me how she feels about me.

I take her face between my palms and give her a quick kiss. “Again,” I tell her, because those three words are now my favorite thing to hear.

A ghost of a smile touches her lips before she complies. “I love you.”

I kiss her again, slower this time, taking my time to taste her, because the more I kiss her, the more I crave her.

When I was with Judite, while I enjoyed having sex with her, it was only that—something my body needed. Whatever happened in our bedroom wasn’t about feelings—at least not on my part—but about scratching an itch.

Judite and I had our fair share of good moments, and despite caring about her, I now realize I never truly loved her. Not the way I love Olena.

I wish I had realized it much earlier and stopped wasting both our time, but I can’t say that I regret my life with my ex-wife. Apart from the cheating, lies, and occasional manipulation, we had a pretty decent life.

What truly kept us together was Cherry. I have always believed that a child should be raised in a home with both parents present, but I’m starting to realize that might not be healthy in every case.

Whatever life I had with Judite pales in comparison to what I’m building with Olena and Vasiliy. My only regret is not meeting Olena years ago, so I would have more time with her in this life.

“You might have to say that again,” I plead with her.

She huffs. “I love you,” she says, clearly starting to grow annoyed.

But I need to hear it one more time. “It doesn’t count. I barely heard you.”

“You heard me perfectly,” she calls me out on my lie.

“No,” I insist. “I didn’t. But let me try and guess what you were trying to say—that you want me to kiss your pretty pussy and make you come so many times on my tongue that you lose your mind?”

The moment those words leave my mouth, I mentally kick myself. Who knows how long it will take for her to get over last night’s ordeal? Mentioning anything sexual might trigger her.

I start to pull away from her, but then her next question leaves me stunned.

“Are you sure you want to touch me after… last night?”

The vulnerability with which she asks the question breaks my heart. She truly thinks I don’t want her anymore because she’s somehow tainted now.

It’s so very tempting to take her hand and let her feel exactly what she does to me whenever I’m around her—in a near-permanent state of semi-erection.

Instead, I tell her, “What he did to you is not your fault. It isn’t a reflection of who you are, but of his predatory character. There will never be a moment in this life—or the next—when I won’t want to touch you, beautiful.”

Despite my reassuring words, I can tell she doesn’t believe me.

So, I reveal something I’ve never told her before.

“Everything about you makes me feel like some sick pervert. You smile at me, and my dick thinks it’s directed at him. You brush your fingers against my arm in passing, and my dick wants the same attention. Something falls, and you bend down to pick it up, and my dick wants to fuck you hard from behind. When it comes to you, my dick has a mind of its own, and it feels like I’m always telling it, ‘Down, boy!’”

Her cheeks flush red at that, and I can’t help myself. I kiss her again, pressing her gently against the wall.

My tongue pushes past her lips, slipping into her mouth as I explore every inch of it.

Olena has no idea how badly I have it for her because I refuse to let my obsession with her take over the way I interact with her. It’s bad enough that she’s the only thing I think about all the time—all the damn things I want to do to her and with her.

I’ve always been more vanilla, but there are so many kinks I want to explore with Olena. Still, I keep holding back because I don’t want her to think I’m some sick pervert who only wants to use her body for my own pleasure, because that’s not the case.

I love making her come. Her moans and cries of pleasure are more than enough to satisfy me, so much so that I don’t even need to actually fuck her. Not that I don’t fantasize about how perfect her pussy will feel around my dick, but her pleasure is more important to me than my own.

I don’t stop kissing her until we’re both breathing hard and my dick presses so tightly against the zipper of my jeans that it feels like it might burst free at any moment.

“You always say that,” she mutters as I rest my forehead against hers.

“What?” I ask, still dazed from our make-out session.

She bites her bottom lip before replying, “You always brag about how you’re going to fuck me, but you never do.”

“But I do spend a good amount of time with my face between your legs, eating your sweet pussy,” I remind her. A thought crosses my mind, making me wonder. “Or don’t you like that?”

“I do,” she reassures me, “but sometimes…”

She doesn’t finish the sentence, prompting me to press for an answer as I look into her eyes. “Sometimes what?”

Her gaze drifts away. “Your tongue and fingers make me go crazy, but I need more.”

Taking a guess, I say a little cockily, “You need my dick in that perfect pussy of yours, to fuck it hard and fill it with cum.”

She doesn’t reply, but the heated gaze she gives me tells me everything I need to know.

Maybe she’s not as fragile as I thought.

“How badly do you want my dick, beautiful?” I probe lightly.

With trembling fingers, she reaches for her scarf and slowly takes it off, revealing an ugly bruise spreading along the right side of her neck. “Do you still want to fuck me now?”

Any thought of fucking her leaves my head as I reach out to touch her, but she flinches away.

“Did he hit you?” I grit out, anger already simmering inside me. My demon’s anger matches mine.

She shakes her head before saying, “He marked me.”

It takes me a moment to process that. “He bit you?!”

“Not on my neck. He… sucked on it.”

Not on my neck.

So what am I supposed to get from that? That he did bite her?

“What else did he do to you?” I demand, vibrating with rage.

She lets the scarf fall between us, at our feet, before opening two buttons of her shirt and sliding it down her shoulders enough for me to see the bite mark.

“We need to get this checked,” I tell her.

“I disinfected it last night,” she says.

I don’t think that’s enough, and I want to point that out, but what she does next sends all my blood rushing straight to my already hard dick.

She reaches for my belt and slowly unfastens my jeans while whispering some of the sweetest words I’ve ever heard.

“I want it inside me right now. I want you to fuck me hard until it’s all I’ll think about for weeks to come.”

Her hand slips inside my now-open pants and cups me through the thin material of my boxers.

I try to hold on to the last remnants of my sanity. “Are you sure?” I grit out, forcing myself not to slam my hands against the wall on either side of her head and order her to get on her knees and put an end to my suffering.

“I need you,” she says. “But I don’t know if you still want me after…”

“Always,” I make clear. And to prove it—to make sure there isn’t a single doubt left in her mind—I tell her, “If you’re not naked in the next few seconds, leaning against the counter with your back to me, I’m going to rip your clothes off and fuck you so hard you’ll be sore for days.”