Chapter 332 Chapter 2 Olena - Bonding 1

Chapter 332 Chapter 2 Olena - Bonding 1
Artemiy places me on the bed, hovering above me as he takes in every inch of my naked body, his right hand running along my skin and making me arch into his touch, while his lips brush soft kisses between my breasts, his eyes boring into mine, the need for our bodies to become one matching my own.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs as his lips trail down, reaching my stomach before going back to my chest. “So mine.”
My heart flutters at that, and I now know that no matter what happens, I will never leave these men.
As for Yuliy, maybe I can tell Ivan about him, but I worry that once my son knows Yuliy has found me, he will insist that I live with him, and I don’t want that. All I want is a peaceful life with Vasiliy and Artemiy.
“I love you,” I say, but what I actually feel for him and Vasiliy can’t be explained with three simple words.
Being with them is like experiencing snow for the first time—the snowflakes slowly falling from the sky, dancing all around me before landing in my outstretched hand, while a smile spreads across my face.
It’s like resting beneath a walnut tree on a hot summer day, a gentle breeze sweeping over my skin.
It’s like finally finding water in the desert after wandering for days, my throat so dry that I can barely swallow anymore.
Artemiy looks at me with such tenderness that it makes my heart ache in a good way. Brushing a few strands of hair away from my face, he tells me, “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“No, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” I contradict him. “You and Vasiliy.”
My life would be an endless circle of misery without these two men.
They are the reason I’m discovering happiness once more.
He kisses the tip of my nose before getting up and taking off his clothes, starting with his flannel shirt, and as his chest comes into view, I look at the tattoo there—a skull with a king cobra snaking around it and coming out of its left eye, with a black rose beneath it. 
Artemiy has explained that each Lord has this kind of tattoo and those who have blood-brothers prefer to add more skulls—one for each blood-brother. There are also Lords who prefer not to get the tattoo, and some use ink that can only be seen in the dark.
Once he’s naked, he returns to me, his body covering mine.
He gives me small pecks while caressing my cheek with his thumb, making me feel so loved, so taken care of, and it’s making me emotional to the point of crying. But I push back the tears, not wanting him to think that something is wrong when everything is perfect.
“You might think that you are the lucky one,” he breathes, his gaze boring into mine, “but the truth is that without you, my life is all gray. You are the color in my life. The only person who makes me truly happy.”
What he fails to understand is that the reason I feel so alive is because I’m loved by them. Even if I try to explain it, I don’t think they will ever truly understand how bleak my existence was before them. I can’t even say that I was truly alive, because all I did was exist for the sake of my son, but now I live for Artemiy and Vasiliy—I live to be loved by them and to love them. 
“Let me show you how much you mean to me, how my soul rejoices at your side.” 
“Yes,” I breathe, needing him body and soul.
He cups my breasts, squeezing them so that my nipples point toward his mouth, and takes his time kissing and circling each one, while my hands reach for his hair and I moan his name softly.
My legs wrap around his waist, nudging him closer, wanting him to enter me, to finally fuck me.
The head of his dick rubs against my clit, making me gasp softly as shivers run down my skin, and my hips rise to meet his, hoping it will put an end to the fire burning inside me. But he forces me to wait, determined to drive me crazy with need before finally giving me what I so desperately crave.
“Artemiy,” I moan his name, but the sound comes out more like a broken plea.
His mouth finally leaves my breasts, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake as he makes his way to my lips, and then he finally enters me, every inch of him taking its time as it slides inside me, giving my body time to stretch around him, for my pussy to adjust to the size of his dick, to his thickness.
We both gasp at how good it feels as our bodies finally become one.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Being inside you feels like Heaven. I was afraid of this—of how addicted to you I would become.”
“What?” I ask, because all I can focus on is how complete I feel, on the way my soul reaches out for his, and on the irrational need deep inside me to claim him, to say out loud that he belongs to me and only me.
He braces himself on his palms, pushing his torso up as he pulls back until only the tip remains inside before sliding back in so slowly that I feel every vein, every twitch, every throb. But more than that, I feel the round piercing at the tip of his dick as it rolls inside me, making me dizzy with how good it feels.
It had been quite the shock when I discovered that Artemiy had a penis piercing. From what he told me, all Lords have at least one piercing on their penises. 
I’ve never been with a pierced man, and I wasn’t prepared for how good it could feel—for the way the piercing rubs against all the right spots, small cries of pleasure ring in my throat.
“Do you feel how perfectly you wrap around me?” he asks as he maintains his torturously slow pace, when all I want is for him to lose control, to lose himself inside me, and fuck me with reckless abandon.
“Artemiy,” his name slips past my lips as my hands grab his arms. “Faster,” I demand, desperate for him to slam into me, to fuck me hard.
“You are not making this easy,” he grits out as he moves slightly faster, but my body craves a good fucking, which is so strange because I’ve always dreamed of making love, of being treated with gentleness in bed, and now that it’s finally happening, all I want is to be fucked hard. “I’m trying to be gentle, to make love to you, to treat you like the lady you are.”
“Don’t be gentle,” I tell him.

Sorry if this part is a bit longer - but I am almost done and we can move forward soon.