Chapter 230 So primal

Chapter 230 So primal
"The words are so lewd for an innocent person like you", He responded in his low voice. I didn't need to ask anymore. The hungry look in his eyes as the words left his lips meant that the words he said in Russian were about fucking me. When paired with his gravelly voice, I started to feel warm under his intense gaze.

There was something primal in that hunger, something that felt deeper than lust alone. His pupils glowed faintly under the kitchen light, and the way he was watching me sent a strange shiver crawling along my skin.

"Very impressive." My giggle was breathy, and I had to look away. I hopped down from the stool and walked around the island as a distraction. "Let me help you clean up. It's only fair since you cooked."

"You don't need to do that."

"Nonsense," I argued. When he pressed into my side like he was about to pull me away from the dirty dishes in the sink, I elbowed him in the gut. Gently, but enough to push him back.

"Andrey, I'm going to help. If you want me staying here at least let me chip in around the place."

He wrapped his hand around my elbow and whirled me from the sink until my back was against the counter and we were chest to chest. His devious brown eyes with green flecks froze me in my spot. There was something wild there, something caged but dangerous, and it left me breathless. "Baby girl, I have you here for my pleasure. And I can think of ways to sate that other than watching you wash dishes."

"Andrey." I mumbled, but his face was leaning in and before I could argue any further, his lips were on mine.

"I've been waiting all day to taste you again, baby." Andrey Volkov cradled my face in his massive palms and held me up as he stole the air from my lungs. His palms were hot, almost feverish, and I swore I felt the faint scrape of claws against my skin, though it must have been my imagination.

As he kissed me, his body pressed against mine and I felt the evidence of his arousal against my stomach. The kiss got raunchier the longer it lasted, and it amazed me how much kissing alone could spark the desire within me.

"It's time for my dessert." He snarled, and something cold danced down my spine, followed by a shock of electricity when he picked me up. Andrey spun around and plucked me from the sink to set me on the kitchen island.

"Fucking you in every corner of my house is one of my dreams, Elena."

A gasp pulled itself from me as he tugged my leggings and panties down in a flash and tossed them onto the tile floor. Before I could brace myself, his hands were on my knees, pushing my legs apart.

His furious movement had me falling back onto the counter. There was no warning before Andrey’s tongue was on me.

Licking me and tasting me in ways that elicited a delirious pleasure within my core. His growl vibrated through me, low and animalistic, sending shockwaves down my thighs.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" He slipped two fingers into my pussy and curled them against the sensitive spot in my walls as his tongue rubbed circles over my clit. He shrugged my legs over his shoulders and kept his face between my thighs as he ate me out. His muffled groans against me carried a sound almost like an animal ’s rumble.

All I could do was writhe on the counter as that fire spiraled inside of me. My hands found their way into his dark hair, and I held him against me as my hips shifted with each lap of his indecent tongue. "Andrey.... Andrey." I panted his name as I rose the heights of pleasure.

"The things that I want to do you, baby." He kissed my clit, then pulled it gently with his teeth. That action sent my back arching off the countertop and biting my bottom lip to quiet my rising moans. His teeth were sharper than I remembered, and the sharp sting made me cry out.

He kept those two fingers working inside of me and his free hand wrapped around my leg to place his palm against my stomach and keep my body against the counter as I squirmed. It was so hard to keep myself still when he was torturing me like this.

"Come for me, Elena. Come on, baby." He flicked his tongue quickly against my clit. I exploded against his mouth and cried out from the force of my orgasm.

"Ah! Oh God!" My nails dug into his scalp, and I tugged his hair as I screamed and rode out my release on his face. His growl deepened at the pain, but it only spurred him on.

"You have no idea how good you taste, Elena." Andrey rose from between my legs and grabbed the back of my neck. "Come and taste yourself." With one arm, he yanked me upright and our lips crashed together.

And I tasted myself in his mouth as we kissed.

The kiss was hard and passionate. I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned the favor as he unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. I scooted to the edge of the island and spread my legs for him.

"Ah! Oh, baby." He panted as his cock filled me. I buried my face in his chest and cried out as his length stretched me. Andrey cradled the back of my head, and I felt something in my chest flip over at the reverent way he held me now. His heat was overwhelming, his heart racing against my ear like a wild beast.

He was pounding me so madly I had no choice but to hold on to him. He eventually lifted me off the counter completely and my legs wrapped around his waist. He held me against his body as he fucked me while standing. His strength was frightening, beyond human, as if his body was built for breaking me apart and putting me back together.

He was mumbling and breathing hard as he pumped his hips into me. "Mne nravitsya chuvstvovat' tvoyu tuguyu pizdu na moyem chlene." Andrey began quickly speaking Russian the closer he got to finishing. Something about his voice and that language, with the hidden salacious meanings in his words, pushed me over the edge again. His words rolled with a growl that didn’t sound entirely human.

"Andrey, I'm coming. I'm coming again!" I pressed my face into his neck as I quivered in his embrace. His skin was damp with sweat, his scent sharp and intoxicating, filling my head with dizzying heat.

"Good girl," he praised. His accent was thick as he became unhinged, and in my delirious state, I knew the sound of it thrilled me. "My turn."

I felt intoxicated with Andrey Volkov. My mind was a cloud of pleasure, and my body was singing from his touch. Even when he pulled out and dropped me to my feet, I was rolling my head and wobbling on my legs. My thighs trembled as if they had been claimed, marked in a way I didn’t yet understand.

"Bend over the counter," He demanded, turning me around to face the island. It took me a moment to get my bearing, but I complied without a question. Turning around, I braced my palms on the counter and bent over. His shadow loomed over me, hot breath grazing my ear with a deep, animal snarl that made my blood run hot and cold all at once.

What the hell was that?!