Chapter 234 Want him
Chapter 234 Want him
ELENA'S POV
"Elena," he growled, and the sound made every nerve in my body jolt. It wasn’t just a man’s growl, it was deeper, primal, vibrating through his chest into mine when he moved his hands to grab my arms and yanked me upright. The breath knocked out of me when I crashed against his hard chest, so warm it felt like standing against a furnace. Before I could say anything, he lifted a hand and pulled my hair free of the loose bun I wrapped it in. The hair tie fell to the ground, and my eyes fluttered closed as Andrey Volkov’s fingers twisted into the back of my hair to yank my head to the side with unnerving strength, more beast than man.
His mouth captured my neck and his teeth bit down on a sensitive spot above my shoulder. The sting was sharper than anything I’d felt before, sending a tremor through me, but before I could protest, his fiery tongue followed, soothing the pain as though sealing it. A moan escaped me, betraying me, and he groaned in response, a sound low and animalistic, vibrating in my bones as his teeth pressed against another spot on my neck like he was claiming me.
“Fucking hell, I need you, baby.” His words made my heart skip dangerously. His voice sounded human, but under it lingered something else, like a dangerous echo. The cloud of desire already warped my mind, and when Andrey let go of me, my eyes snapped open. I heard his belt rustling, the metallic sound sharp in the thick haze of heat between us, and I angled my head back to look at him.
“Andrey.” I whimpered his name, my voice breaking. He stilled when he heard me, nostrils flaring like he could smell the need rolling off me, and then a second later, he was moving again. From the corner of my vision, I noticed him pull his belt free and reach for my wrists.
“What are you doing?”
“Hold still. I don’t want to hurt you.” His tone carried a dark edge, his words heavy with command. My breath caught as he wrapped his belt around my wrists behind my back, clasping them together like iron shackles. “Or maybe I do.”
That low threat slithered through me, sending ice racing down my veins even as fire surged hotter in my belly, rising into my chest. When he grabbed the back of my hair again, I squeaked, clamping my mouth shut, desperate to stop more humiliating sounds from spilling out.
He kept his fist tight in my hair and stepped around me until he loomed in front of me, those intense eyes burning into mine. A shiver ran down my spine when I realized they glinted unnaturally in the low light, like an animal’s eyes catching fire in the dark. Heat pooled between my thighs, dampening my panties, and I squeezed my legs together. His gaze snapped down instantly, sharp, predatory, like he had sensed the movement before he even saw it.
He kept my head angled back so I couldn’t look down at what he was doing, but a second later, his free hand traced lazy patterns across the lower part of my stomach, each stroke searing my skin. His fingers moved lower with an agonizing slowness, as though he were savoring the hunt.
“Do you want me, Elena?” His low voice in my ear made me shudder. It was velvet and gravel, but beneath it I swore I heard a growl.
“What?” My voice was broken, barely recognizable, breathless from the fire licking through me.
“Now see, I think you do. I think you want me to fuck you as badly as I want to. But I’d really like to hear you say it.” His fingers moved in slow circles under my navel, making thought itself impossible.
“I want whatever you want,” I gasped when he slipped one finger beneath the string of my thong at my hip.
“No, baby.” His chuckle was harsh, edged with something dark.
“No, I want to hear that you want me to fuck you.” Andrey tugged my earlobe between his teeth, a jolt of electricity sparking down my spine. My nipples hardened, every nerve alight, and the pulsing need between my legs demanded more.
“Do you want to suck my cock, Elena?” His furious breath fanned across my skin, hot, uneven, like he was fighting restraint.
“Do you want me between your legs, eating you out like you’re my last meal on earth?”
“And… Andrey…” I sighed, trembling. His fingers slid back over the lace of my red panties, circling directly above where my clit throbbed, teasing me mercilessly. The belt bit into my wrists when I tried to shift.
Despite how obscene it all was, how vulgar his questions were, my body screamed yes to everything. My mind swarmed with images of my lips around his cock, tasting him, hearing him groan for me. Memories of his tongue devouring me made me ache for more, made my body burn with need I couldn’t deny.
Another moan broke free, my betrayal echoing in the room. Andrey’s grip on my hair tightened, his control absolute. He dipped one finger down the outline of my pussy through the lace, pressing until I cried out. His mouth was at my jaw, trailing hot, claiming kisses edged with teeth, every brush a reminder that he was something more than a man.
“Come on, baby, use your words and tell me.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, and I turned desperately for more. He denied me, and I forced my eyes open. His gaze dark, glowing with a strange hunger, more beast than man held me captive.
“Yes!” I cried out when he pressed harder against my clit, unable to hold it in.
His hand stilled, teasing me with stillness, though his heat lingered maddeningly. I was seconds from grinding against him. “Yes, what, baby?”
“Yes, I want you.” The confession spilled out, trembling and raw.
Andrey leaned closer, so close our breaths tangled, his lips hovering just above mine, dangerous and consuming.
“Good girl.” His tone indecent, -dark made me shudder all over. “But what do you want me to do? There are so many things I could do to you, baby.”
The words I knew he wanted caught in my throat, shame and desire choking me. Struggling against the belt, I whined, heat flushing through me, my body betraying me completely.
“I want you… I want you to fuck me.”
The second the words left me, his mouth crashed into mine with savage hunger. His kiss was not too fierce, too consuming.
At the same moment, his fingers pressed into my pussy again, commanding my body to surrender.
His tongue pushed into my mouth, dominating, demanding, and I opened for him helplessly. The kiss was raw, obscene, and impossible to breathe through. Andrey didn’t stop, his hand rubbing my clit in circles, coaxing something tight and trembling in my belly to snap.