Page 24 of Andrei's Solnyshko

He lays me on the soft bed of grass and I stare up at the star studded sky. It’s beautiful, and I feel like we are a million miles away from civilization. His body towers over me and I run my fingers across his tattoos, along his hard chest, and over his eight pack. He must work out constantly, he’s a beast of a man. A beautiful beast. He leans in to kiss me and his aqua eyes are so full of affection that my chest skips. He barely brushes his lips over mine and my eyes tear up. This is different. This isn’t going to be like our previous sexual encounters. Although equally amazing, tonight is more. Much more. The way he’s looking at me, the way he’s touching me.

He lightly kisses my forehead, both eyelids, and cheeks, the tip of my nose and then finally my mouth. He slowly slides his tongue in to meet mine and I moan. My chest feels like it’s going to combust from all the emotions roaring inside. He kisses my neck and slowly roams down my body, planting sweet kiss over sweet kiss until he finds my mound. He looks at me and lifts his eyebrow, and I immediately open my legs for him. He simply nods his approval and returns to devour my body. He kisses my inner thighs and around my mound but doesn’t hit my sweet spot until I’m writhing with need. He chuckles and finally puts me out of my misery, licking my slit and moaning his satisfaction into my sex. I whimper for more and he gently bites my clit, sending me into a wave of ecstasy. He fucks me with his tongue and I grab his thick hair begging him to speed up, but he refuses. He is punishingly slow, building my release, only to slow down and begin again. It’s torture. The most amazing torture ever. When he finally lets me come, he doesn’t let up while I roll into another orgasm. It’s so intense. From this point on my body will always be his. Only his.

He kisses me and I taste myself on his tongue. He hovers over me and his cock presses against my opening. His blue eyes are hooded with lust, but the affection from earlier is still there, even more intense.

He runs his thumb along the curve of my neck. His eyes are glassy and his Russian accent is thick and husky. “I’m going to make love to you under the stars,solnyshko. I love you, my dark angel. I’ve loved you since I laid eyes on you. I know this happened quickly and under unusual circumstances, but there is no doubt I love you. I do. And I’m never going to stop. My love for you grows each moment I’m blessed to spend with you. There’s no going back, baby.” His voice cracks, “You are my world. Zhizn moya, my life.”

My heart fills with his words. And I believe him. He loves me. And I love him. He’s the man I’ve dreamed of.

He slides into me and we both sigh together. We make love. Slow, sweet, passionate love. The roller coaster of emotions is so strong that we’re both crying. It’s too much to understand. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear while he’s deep inside me, locking our bodies together as one.

When we come he looks at me with aw, like I’m the answer to everything. This is what it means to be cherished by a possessive man. This is the possessiveness I’ve longed for.

He lays beside me and pulls me close, and we stare at the beautiful night sky, waiting for our heartrates to return to normal. He holds my hand and gently squeezes it, running his thumb over mine. I can’t wait to come back here. This is our special place. The place where I discovered what real love was.

He finally rises and lifts me in his arms and carries me into the building and shower. We take turns washing each other and he pauses multiple times to embrace me, to kiss me, and to admireme. This softer side of him is such a contrast to his dark side, and I equally love both.

We dry off and when I bend over for my panties, he growls, “When we get back to the house I’m fucking you. I hope you’re ready.”

My pussy already aches for him. I dress quickly and while he’s finishing up, I tell him I’ll grab the towels from outside.

“No. Wait for me.”

I rush out, “I’ll hurry.”

My body shivers with anticipation. I pick up the towels but I feel a presence. Thinking it’s a wild animal, I slowly turn because I don’t want to spook it, but when I turn I’m staring down the barrel of a gun.

“Say a word and you’re dead.”

I swallow hard and nod. Someone zip ties my hands from behind, slaps tape across my mouth, and throws a pillowcase over my head. I pray Andrei doesn’t come out because I don’t want them to shoot him. My beautiful beast. The man I love.

But he must because I hear a shot and the guy behind me drops. The other guy slings me over his shoulder and takes off running.

I hear Andrei’s pained shout, “Summer!”

I know he’ll come for me. I just have to hold on.

Chapter Eight

Andrei

My men race behind me but it’s too late. Julio’s man has her and they are gone. How did they get onto my property without tripping the security? Fuck. Mysolnyshko.I will kill them all.

Lev says, “We’ll find her.”

I point my gun at him. “If we don’t, you die. Call Sergei, Niko, Foko, and Alek. My office in twenty minutes.”

He nods and races back towards the house. Two of my men are already picking up the dead body to dispose of. I can’t wait to add more to the pile.

We gather around the table and Niko points to the screen. “They have her here. I’m glad you gave her that necklace. The tracker inside gives us a huge advantage. This isn’t their usual hangout, so we need to strike now, while they think we’re still searching.”

We all dress in our tactical gear and gather the guns and extra ammunition. “Julio wants a war, he’s got one.”

Serg nods, “Never should have allowed them into our city to begin with, let’s wipe them all out, once and for all.”

Serg, Niko and Alek call their teams and tell them where to meet us. Niko, Alek and Lev climb into a black SUV and Serg, Foko, and I climb into another. We drive to the dilapidated warehousethey’re holding her at and park a few blocks away. It’s in a seedy part of town and anyone we cross paths with won’t bother calling the cops. We do a final check of our weapons. Sergei radios his guys at the other end of the block, and Niko and Alek do the same. Serg stays with me and the others take over a neighboring building to climb to the roof and make sure there aren’t any snipers.

It's frustrating to wait, and when we’re given the okay, Serg and I smile. If they didn’t have any men on their roof keeping watch, they aren’t expecting us this soon. Are they even expecting us? They’re probably still celebrating their win. Well, it’s last call, boys.

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