Chapter 224 Desires him
Chapter 224 Desires him
"Andrey! Ah!" I braced my hands on his toned chest, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt against my palm and lifted on him. My fingers curled in his shirt when I dropped again, and he hit me even deeper. "Oh, God!"
I rode Andrey to the rhythm I wanted, and he let me. Rolling my hips and ensuring that his dick hit every sensitive part of me, driving me higher and higher to the burning passion he made me feel. Beneath me, his low growl rumbled from deep in his chest a sound that felt too wild, too primal to belong to a man. It vibrated against my skin and sent a delicious shiver through me. I was so carried away to think about it.
Andrey’s hands pawed at my body as I rode him. Cupping my breasts and gently teasing my nipples. His palms skimmed over my hips and thighs, and I felt electricity spark on every inch of my skin he touched. His heat was different, like his body burned a few degrees hotter than any normal man’s, and the scent of him, smoke, and something unplaceable but intoxicating wrapped around me until it felt like he was everywhere.
His hips lifted to meet mine each time I fell on his length again. We were perfectly in sync, and it felt as if I were still dancing, but now Andrey was my partner. Andrey was the prince of this show and as my climax raced towards me, I knew this time there would be a happy ending. If only just this once.
My body began to shake, and I fell towards him. Andrey took the opportunity to wrap his arms around my ribs and crush me against his chest. His strength was overwhelming, his muscles flexing with a raw power that seemed barely restrained. He pounded up into me harder and impaled me furiously as I came.
And I kissed him again. Moaning into his mouth as I trembled with my orgasm and enjoying the taste of rum on his tongue. One of his hands twisted in the back of my hair and pulled my head back to expose my neck and chest to his starving vision.
I gasped but Andrey leaned forward enough to catch one of my breasts in his mouth and delicately bite down on my nipple. A cry slipped from my lips, and I continued to shake with aftershocks of pleasure. His teeth grazed my skin just enough to make my body ache with want but never enough to truly hurt. It was as though he was holding something back, fighting an urge he didn’t want me to see.
Abruptly Andrey moved and our bodies rolled over the mattress. Now Andrey was hovering over me, and my back was pressed to the bed. I looked up through hazy eyes at the feral look on his face as he pushed back inside of me. My back arched and I moaned at being full again. There was something animalistic in his eyes for a fleeting second again, a gold flicker that vanished when I blinked.
"What are you doing to me, Elena?" He groaned in my ear, sounding as reverent as a man praying to his god. His tongue licked up the side of my neck and a second later I felt him pressing his teeth into the tender skin of my neck where it met my shoulder.
His bites were never hard enough to mark me the next day .
The way his breath came out ragged against my throat made me think he wanted that to bite me but he luckily didn't.
My arms wrapped around his neck as he fucked me into the mattress. I dug my nails into his hair and brushed them against his scalp in a way that I started to realize he enjoyed.
Andrey’s face closed the distance with mine and his lips just barely brushed against mine. Our breaths mingled as we panted and moaned. Then we locked eyes and the entire world around us fell away.
I dropped off the edge of a cliff and I screamed with an orgasm so hard it made me jerk and claw at Andrey pumping into me. His hands pinned my hips down possessively, his chest slick with sweat, muscles trembling as though he was fighting not to lose control entirely.
"God, I love making you come, baby." I shut him up by slamming my mouth back into his and pulling his tongue between my teeth. It was a filthy kiss and I felt it in my chest and in the very core of my being.
Andrey slammed into me harder, keeping our lips pressed together. A rumbling groan echoed through his chest as he finally joined me in bliss. He came hard and remained buried inside of me even when his cock stopped twitching.
His body collapsed on top of mine.
Andrey’s head was on my chest and in the afterglow, I found myself running my fingers through his hair, eyes closed and a blissful smile on my face. His heartbeat thundered against my ribs, faster, stronger, heavier than normal and the sound of it lulled me into a strange, content daze.
We fell asleep tangled together, seeking out one another even in our dreams made worse by the chill of the night outside. As I slept in Andrey’s arms that night, that light I felt lingered within me, glowing faintly like embers after the fire.
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ANDREY VOLKOV’S POV
In the dark I could smell the sweet floral scent of Elena all around me. The sun hadn't risen yet, but my cock certainly had. Her scent was maddening, human sweetness tangled with something that stirred the wolf in me. It called to instincts I spent years suppressing.
Her wet mouth was hot as she sucked on my dick under the comforter. I felt her hollowing her cheeks and flicking her tongue on the sensitive part under the head. It was all driving me wild, and my heart was thundering against my ribs. The wolf inside me stirred, pacing restlessly as if scenting his mate.
"Oh, fucking hell, baby." I found her golden hair under the blanket and curled my hand in those silken locks. My balls tightened as she slurped along my shaft and stroked the base. Her warmth, her pulse, her soft human heartbeat, it all tempted the wolf in me in ways she couldn’t imagine.
"What's gotten into you this morning?" A quick tug of her hair pulled her mouth off my cock with a pop. In the dim light of the early morning, I could see the haze of lust in her eyes, and it instantly drove me wild. Her pupils were wide, reflecting the faint amber glow from the window like she’d stolen my light.
"Um," she bit her bottom lip and averted her gaze, "I could feel you against me. I figured you wanted me."
"Mm, very intuitive, Elena. I appreciate your initiative. Now come here." She had no warning from me as I pulled her head up to capture her lips with my own.
My little ballerina desired me as much as I did her. She was using my need as an excuse to take the lead and that was okay with me. Elena was shy and timid, but she was slowly opening up to me. If only she knew how close she was to danger every time she woke the beast inside me.
Her lithe body moved over mine and a groan left me when I felt her wet pussy slide against the back of my shaft. She shivered and a soft whimper slipped through her lips when the head of my dick rubbed against her clit. My senses sharpened, her scent, her heartbeat, the tremor in her voice every detail was magnified. It took everything in me to stay in control, to keep from showing her the part of me that wanted to claim, not just love.
"Andrey." God. She sounded like an angel when she was drunk on the high of pleasure. My name on her lips was a prayer and I wanted to give her the world. Or maybe, my world wanted to take her entirely.
And the wolf inside me agreed.