Page 48 of King’s Promise

“Say it,” I command as I peel off her finery. I caress her feet before removing her heels and tossing them to the floor.

“Fuck me.” She emphasizes the ‘Fuck’ making it clear she’s ordering me.

My cock springs from his confinement as my pants drop. I pull her naked body to the edge of the bed and kneel on the cool marble floor. I run my lips inside her drenched pussy, and lap her up like she’s my favorite whiskey, only she’s sweet. I moan and dive deeper and her back arches off the soft duvet. Her hands grab my head and move it to where she wants it to go. A woman who knows what she likes and conveys it.

I oblige and place my thumb to her clit, stroking it as she murmurs inaudible words and groans.

“Don’t come.”

“Mm,” is all she communicates. I stand over her now, my throbbing cock swells inside her warm pussy. She’s waiting for me and her back arches as if to bridge the distance between us. I smile in the darkened room. She wants me. But I hold back. Teasing her will make her orgasms more intense. And I mean to give her more than one.

“Now,” she moans, eagerly.

That’s all I need and thrust in her hard and fast, her pussy is tight against my veiny cock. The glorious sensations as I sink balls-deep in her pussy turns me on even more. Her wetness soaks my cock. I lay in a prone position over her, my lips cover her nipple, my hand grabs a large boob, giving it a squeeze as we find our rhythm. Her pussy constricts my cock and I groan with pleasure and we both explode, riding the crest of a twenty-foot wave called ecstasy.

She calls out my name and I like hearing it roll off her lips, soft, sultry, euphoric.

Damn, she’s hot as fuck and I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough of her. I pull her to me afterwards, wiped out physically, mentally and emotionally. I revel in the possibility that I might have found the perfect woman for me as I drift to sleep.

18

Anya

It’s dark when I wake. Was last night a fantasy? Did I really visit the Louvre? Paris, the city of love. I let out a soft sigh at the memory of our official first date. Is Nikolay growing a heart? I run my fingers over the gorgeous ring, the edges of the diamonds are squared off, it’s surreal how large it is on my petite finger.

He is romantic! My head spins; this ring is worth more than my car, I take that back, more like ten of my little Jetta. Judging from his demeanor yesterday, he obviously doesn’t care how much he spends on me. I couldn’t care less about how he makes his money. However, I know where greed led my father, and I don’t want Nikolay to meet the same fate.

Assuming I’m in my own bed, I’m confused when I open my eyes and see a room filled with dark wood furniture, presumably antiques. There is an armoire with a long mirror on one door. The moon was full last night so it must be close to dawn judging by the shadows creeping in between the window blinds.

My heart skips a beat. Why am I still in Nikolay’s room? Did he change his mind on sleeping arrangements? Or is this a one-time event? I gently roll over expecting him to be gone, but he’s sleeping peacefully beside me. I take a minute to observe him, unencumbered by his intense eyes. I take in his relaxed face as he sleeps soundly. My heart soars. He let me stay the night. Surely this means something.

I watch his chest rise and fall. The scruff growing on his chin and cheeks is sexy. The faint but familiar aroma on the pillowcase hits my nose. I recognize the mystery scent now. It’s from the sage flowers in Russia. That’s what is familiar about him! My father is from his town, but we moved when I was young. The flowers cover the countryside and are used as fragrance in natural soaps and colognes.

We must have known each other as children. I force my mind to go to the past. Yes, vaguely, I remember a teenage boy who pulled on my braids! We were friends with the Volkovs. We all walked the same path home from school. He was handsome then and I must admit I had a crush on him.

What might have happened to us if we were left to our own devices? Would we have fallen in love? Would we have had a future together had my family stayed?

Maybe, we were meant to be together all along. What are the odds of us being forced together after all these years? I mull this over, stunned by the revelation he liked me when we were young. I wonder if he remembers. As if I will it, his eyes flutter. I prop my elbow on the pillow and use my hand to support my head.

Dawn streams into the room. I’ve learned Nikolay spares no expense where I’m concerned. I know he enjoyed last night because I saw his eyes dance every time I expressed my excitement about the exquisite art, the incredible food, and the luxurious private jet.

Papa never let us fly with him. He said private jets were for work, not pleasure. Now, I realize he could afford it and we could have had many luxuries, but he was a selfish man. Nikolay was right, Father gave me what I wanted because in the end, he knew I’d be responsible for the family. To do so, I’d have to marry to strengthen the family’s security and of course, the finances.

“Good morning.” Nikolay stirs, reaching out an arm and softly pulling me to him. I succumb to his seductive voice and lay my head on his bare chest. His hair is tousled, and I can’t help but smile at the satisfied and peaceful look on his handsome face. Granted, we made love several times last night and I had numerous orgasms. I had no idea it was even possible. I’m a bit sore, but I revel in it because he wanted me over and over again.

“Good morning,” I reply, and for the life of me I don’t know why my face flushes. We’ve been experimenting with sexual positions, and for now, I’m happy he can’t see my face. I’d hate to give my emotions away.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” He plays with my hair, running his fingers through it as if lost in thought. Normally he’s on a strict schedule and racing out the door without so much as a ‘good-bye’. Morning conversations are limited to business, facts, and giving orders.

“I have to check on the wedding details and enroll in classes for fall semester. You?”

“Mm, I think I want to spend another hour in bed and make sure you remember me all day.”

I glance up and catch a sultry flicker in his eyes and instinctively know the sheet is making a tent over his hard cock.

“Do you, now?” I tease.

Oddly, this feels natural. Isn’t this what married life is supposed to be? Communication, romance? Dare I allow myself to fall in love with him?

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