Avrora
I am the broken-winged angel who flew too close to the sun.
I got scorched then fell from the heavens and now I'm here, staring the devil in the eye, wanting him.
He knows.
Anatoli knows the truth now. And that I lied.
He knew it the moment he tore through my maidenhead. And now his face looks like that of a ghost.
In all the time I've known him, I've never seen him look so stunned. Like he truly realizes I just gave him the one piece of me no one else will ever have.
It's gone. My innocence now belongs to him.
My whole life, my parents went above and beyond to preserve my virtue and purity. All those times Dad micromanaged my life with the teeth of a fine-toothed comb, and I just gave myself to his enemy.
With his cruel cock buried deep inside me like he's ripping me apart, desire slides down my body like sweat.
Anatoli continues to stare at me, his gaze unwavering, both of us frozen in the moment like we've been preserved in amber.
Something leaks from where we're joined.
That's the only thing that moves him. He pulls out a little and we both look at the blood lining his cock-the evidence of my virginity lost.
His eyes flick up to meet mine and he brings his hand to my cheek, a quiver in his fingers, pushing me back into awareness and this new feeling in my body.
He cups my face. "Why did you lie to me?" His voice is husky and saturated with guilt.
Guilt I never thought I'd witness in the pirate man who exudes so much vengeance.
"I don't know." Tears slide down my cheeks. Not from shame, but from the raw impact of him.
Anatoli moves closer, the movement making his cock slide back deeper into my passage, and he kisses my tears away. It's tenderness I don't expect from him, especially not after the horrible things Mikhail said to him.
There is much I haven't been told, but I didn't need to be to get the gist of what he was talking about in regard to Anatoli and his mother. I just don't know how bad things were.
Soft kisses tease the apples of my cheeks, pulling me back to this moment where the wall I put up has crumpled before my feet.
He brushes his lips over mine, and the lighter parts of his eyes open the doors to his soul. "Why me?" His fingers glide over my neck, awakening every cell in my body.
I'm always compelled to lie first, before I tell the truth. To myself and to others. This time, I don't think I can do it.
"I wanted you." The sweet truth on my lips feels as deliciously forbidden as we are. It's like touching fire, knowing you'll get burned but doing it anyway because you need to feel human.
The truth fractures the tenderness in his expression, replacing it with a dark desire which fuels my own. "Then I'm not sorry, my Valkyrie."
"I know."And neither am I.
He releases my face and grabs my hips, making me tighten my leg around him. I grab his thick shoulders, running my fingers over his muscles and tattoos, taking the pain as he inches deeper into me.
Then, with one hard thrust, he plunges his cock so deep into me I see stars. Pain pierces through me as he thrusts harder, faster, rougher, stretching my body to take him.
I moan, tilting my neck back, my emotions confused and as conflicted as I have been since I met this man. Pleasure feels like pain, and pain like pleasure.
Then it's all the same thing and it feels good. God, he feels good.
My pussy spasms around his punishing length, and he increases his pace.
Every thrust of his cock pumps pleasure into me from head to toe and I'm utterly lost in the sensation. My head is reeling, my skin ablaze, my soul dizzy with a potent cocktail of desire.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, my nails breaking the skin, feeling blood seep through the tautness. But he doesn't notice and I'm so lost in the mad rhythm of our bodies slapping together, I can't think past the explosions of pleasure detonating through me.
I moan again, louder this time, and that's when he truly starts to fuck me. I come instantly, my orgasm burning through me like fire racing over gasoline.
His hard body hammers into my passage, lifting me higher and higher with each relentless thrust.
I arch my back, pressing my breasts into his chest, and he catches my face again so he can kiss me. This kiss is savage and unlike any other we've shared.
His mouth devours my lips while his cock does the same to my pussy, and time lulls us into thinking it's standing still. Only for us. Only for this moment when we're feasting on each other without restraint.
Lorelai told me to think of the man and take the mess away. I realize now I was always doing that.
Anatoli pulls away from my lips but keeps hold of my face, and his expression becomes that of the possessive man who followed me in here.
"Tell me you're mine," he demands, his voice dark and demanding.
"I'm yours."
He leans close to my ear. "Remember that when I make you scream."
His words of warning shift the mood, giving me the only heads-up. When he returns to my lips, kissing me rougher than before, it's like he's the merciless Anatoli I've grown to know.
He picks me up, keeping his cock buried inside me as he lifts me off the ground, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips. Then it's like we both go crazy and whatever madness that has possessed us takes full control over our bodies.
We crash into a tall vase when he carries me over to the table, and it falls to the marble floor, smashing. The plates that were on the table join it, shattering on impact and joining the sexy sounds of my moans and his deep masculine groans.
He sets me on the table and fucks me into the wood. All I can do to take the impact is rest on my elbows and dig my fingers into the surface.