I realized I could unravel the man, even gaining back a level of control, but I'd have to be calculated in everything I did. The thought seemed strange after the round of pleasure I'd experienced. However, I was still sleeping with the enemy, something I was going to have to remind myself of from time to time.
I blew across the tip of his cock before darting out my tongue, dragging it across his sensitive slit. His entire body tensed from the small action. I opened my mouth wider, taking his entire cockhead inside as I trailed my fingers up and down the length of his shaft. I squeezed his balls again, using more pressure this time.
"Fuck..." he growled, his grip on my hair tightening. "Hot and wet. Yes. Perfect."
I took him down at inch at a time, my tongue moving back and forth. His cock was thick and long, straining my jaw muscles as I moved up and down until the tip hit the back of my throat.
He snapped his other hand on the side of my head, taking several deep and ragged breaths. "Oh, yes. Take every inch of me."
After relaxing my throat, I did as I was told, moving down slowly until my lower lip rested on his balls.
Aleksei held me there, still gasping for air then pulling back as much as the confines of the dresser would allow. Then he rolled onto the balls of his feet, face fucking me in slow and even thrusts.
The man was in full control, tossing his head back and forth as he took my mouth.
I brushed my hands along his legs, kneading his rippling muscles. Everything about the man reeked of power, his own body trained from years of nurturing. Yes, I was enthralled. Yes, I remained hungry.
And yes, there was a part of me longing to succumb in a manner that had never occurred before. I'd always been the woman holding the reins with the few lovers in my life, but I'd never been satisfied. This man, this monstrous and delicious man seemed to hold some key, as if he'd known me all his life.
My hunger seemed to know no bounds.
I clamped down my jaw muscles, savoring the few drops of pre-cum as they slid down the back of my throat. Every muscle in his body remained tense, his legs shaking as he continued thrusting. I was locked in a moment in time, still lusting after more.
Just when I thought he was ready to come, he shoved me back, staggering away from the dresser as he ran his fingers through his luxurious hair. His eyes seemed wild as he finally gazed down at me, muttering things in Russian that I doubted I would ever understand.
Then he slid his arms under mine, lifting me until I was forced to wrap my legs around his waist. He held me as if I weighed nothing, both hands nestled in my hair as he captured my mouth once again, the French kiss even more demanding than it had been before. His tongue found mine, entwining in a harsh dance, slight growls pushing past his lips every time he pulled back.
He took long strides as the passionate embrace continued, and I could feel his muscles twitching, much like his cock had been.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging at his hair with one hand, squeezing his shoulder with the other. There wasn't a part of me that hadn't burst into a fire of electricity, tingling every portion of my body. I'd been swept away.
Not by his charm.
By the danger of what we were doing.
Aleksei dropped us both on the bed, lifting my leg as he ground his hips against mine. The feel of his cock against my pussy was breathtaking, leaving me aching.
Wanting.
Needing.
He slipped his cock in deep, breaking the kiss and roaring when he was seated all the way inside. He straightened his arms, slowly lowering his head as he began to pump in and out, every move calculated.
Slow.
Tender.
So unlike the man's shell.
I pressed my palms against his chest, caressing his heated skin as he took me, thrusting gently at first. Then his eyes changed, shifting into an almost rabid need, his actions growing more brutal. The force of his hard fucking shoved the headboard against the wall, the solid thumping becoming the same rhythm as his savage plunges.
I dug my nails into his skin, my eyes never leaving his and for those few powerful minutes, we were as one.
"Oh. Oh. Oh." I couldn't stop the moans from slipping past my lips, matching his deep baritone growls. I adored his voice, the intensity of every mannerism. He was much more than a fantasy.
He was everything I'd ever wanted.
The thought was far too revealing, shifting me into an unwanted place. Fear and uncertainty. Anger and anxiety. They were all wrapped up in this very moment in time.
I closed my eyes, willing the thoughts away as my pussy clenched around his thick cock, drawing him in even deeper. How could this man undo me with such ease, dragging me once again to this very surreal place of bliss?
The answers would never come.
For this moment, I did indeed belong to him.
My captor.
My dominator.
My enemy.
He slowly lowered down until our lips brushed together. "I will never hurt you."
There was no reason for me to be shocked or believe him for that matter, but I did. He was baring his soul, allowing me to see past his plated armor.
"I know," I said without hesitation.
After taking a deep breath, his expression changed, becoming carnal and edgy, his needs increasing.