Page 115 of 10 Days to Surrender

I can feel the energy shifting. From the dark, swirling angst to something… hotter. My skin is flushing, nipples hardening, as he bites his lip and lets out a barely restrained snarl that unlocks something inside me.

“Which inches do you miss the most?” I tease. I let my hand trail down and tease up the hem of his shirt. “Like… this one?”

He gulps. “That one,” he agrees. “One of my favorites.”

I hike the shirt higher, up to the bottoms of my breasts, though I keep my hips turned so that, even though I’m not wearing any underwear, all he can see of my lower half is my outer thigh.

“How about this one?”

“That one might be even better.”

His breath is haggard over the phone. Even though he’s half a world away, mine is, too. I can practically feel his imaginary fingertips replacing mine, peeling my shirt higher, until one aching nipple comes free.

“You’re such a pretty fucking angel for me, Ariel. Fuck, I want to watch you devour yourself.”

I gnaw at the inside of my cheek. “It’d be better if you were here to do it for me.”

“Oh, but I am,” he snarls. “All you have to do is close your eyes and let me take over.”

I do what he says. His voice starts to come through in a savage rumble, dripping with wet heat.

“I’d tweak each nipple into a peak. You’d feel that little zing of shock ripping through you. You’d gasp so fucking pretty for me, wouldn’t you? And I’d pass my tongue right between those parted lips so I could kiss the gasp right out of your mouth.”

I’m doing everything he says as he says it. My nipples zing, my lips part, the gasp flies free. I can hear the smile in Sasha’s voice as I obey.

“I’d take my time crawling back down you. I’d push that shirt up and off. I’d worship every fucking inch of your body.”

I groan and let my hands slide down in time with his instructions. Past stretch marks that branch like lightning forks, the dark line bisecting my belly, the thatch of auburn curls between my legs.

“By the time I got that low, you’d be so ready for me. But I’d wait just a minute longer. Not too much longer, because I’m so fucking ready for you, too, Ariel. But one minute. Because nothing is better than watching you squirm.”

“I want you, Sasha.”

“Have me then. Let me lap you up while I clench your thighs in my hands. Let me slide two fingers into you and twist them in that way that makes you fall the fuck apart. Let me hear you moan while I do it, because nothing in the world can ever make me harder than you telling me you want me as bad as I want you.”

I’m touching myself now, rubbing my clit in a blur as my back arches up off the bed.

“By the time I finally push inside you,” he purrs, “we’re both so close to coming, aren’t we? We’re both right on that edge. It won’t take much. I’ll pin your face against my chest so your moans are for me and me alone. And I’ll fuck you so slow and sweet that you don’t know where one stroke stops and the next begins. You’ll come for me once, right on my cock, because you’re a perfect filthy angel. Maybe I’ll even let you come a second time. And then right when I can’t possibly hold back anymore, I’ll come, too.”

“I’ll take it,” I gasp. “I’ll take it all. I want you so, so badly, Sasha.”

He grins. “Good girl. Show me how you fall apart. And Ariel… you’d better look at me when you come.”

The pressure builds cruel and sweet—ripe peaches splitting their skins. His choked groan as I crest syncs perfectly with the pulse between my legs. White light fractures the screen when I start to convulse, his shirt damp with sweat and other things.

“I— I— I— I love you, Sasha Ozerov.”

Post-climax tremors make the phone wobble in my grip.

When I finally still, he’s breathing like he ran here from Manhattan. We stare at each other through the pixelated wreckage—naked in ways that have nothing to do with skin.

I gulp, my mouth suddenly dry. “Did you…?”

Sasha shakes his head. “No, and I don’t want to. I’m saving myself for you,ptichka.When I get back—that’swhenI fucking get back, not ‘if’—I’m going to give you every single part of me. Head to toe, heart to soul. And then I’m going to give you more babies, once we have these ones in our arms. And more, and more. Do you hear me, Ariel? Do you believe me?”

“Yes,” I whisper through tears and aftershocks and heartache and love. “Yes, Sasha, I believe you.”

Neither of us wants to hang up. I lie down, but I prop my phone on the pillow beside me, adjusting the angle so I can still see Sasha’s face through my heavy-lidded eyes. The tender way he’s looking at me makes my heart squeeze in my chest.

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