Page 174 of Porcelain Lies

His hand slides down my side, his touch leaving a trail of fire along my skin. He cups my breast, his thumb grazing the taut peak. I push up into his touch, my body’s response undeniable.

His mouth is moving lower now, his kisses becoming more urgent. He nips at the sensitive skin of my collarbone, my breath catching at the sensation. His tongue teases the hollow of mythroat, lifting the tiny hairs on my skin as gooseflesh ripples over me.

“Aleksei,” I breathe, my fingers tightening in his hair. He looks up, his eyes dark with desire. “Don’t stop,” I whisper.

His gaze locks with mine, a fierce intensity smoldering in his eyes, demanding and possessive. Without a word, he claims my lips, his mouth hard and hungry upon mine. The kiss is all-consuming, stealing my words away. His breath, hot and heavy, caresses my face, and the rough scrape of his stubble against my sensitive skin sends a thrilling shiver down my spine as he angles his head, delving deeper, exploring and conquering, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

His lips leave my mouth and trail along my jawline to my throat. I tilt my head, offering him access, and he eagerly accepts, kissing and sucking on my sensitive skin. The heat of his breath on my neck makes me tremble. His lips and tongue work the spot beneath my ear, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

His fingers, skilled and unhurried, roam over my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of tingling warmth. With each caress, he kneads and molds my flesh, his touch both firm and tender. I need more, so I press my body closer, every nerve awakening at the promise of his proximity.

As he cups my breasts, his palms enveloping the curves possessively, I sigh, my body pressing instinctively into his touch. His tongue laves my sensitized peaks, tracing lazy circles, sending shivers through my willing flesh. The wetness of his kisses contrasts with the cool air on my skin, creating a symphony of sensations as I arch and writhe, desperate for more.

In a moment of irresistible desire, I run my fingers along his taut body, my touch feather-light. His erection strains against my leg, hot and pulsing, begging for attention. The heat radiating from him scorches my skin, and I let my hand linger, relishing the contrast between his steely firmness and my soft thigh.

Unable to resist the temptation, my grasp tightens around his shaft, my fingers encircling the velvety flesh. It throbs beneath my touch, a potent symbol of his arousal, and I feel an electric current run through him as my grip slides upwards, loving the feel of his hard length. His sharp intake of breath gives me a satisfying sense of power, and I take my time, stroking gently, reveling in the sensation of strength and desire intertwining.

His body is a masterpiece of hard muscle, taut skin, and swirling ink, and I’m consumed by the urge to learn every inch, to map him out and commit him to memory. We twine together, lips and fingertips and tongues exploring, until every nerve ending feels like it ready to explode.

The need to feel him inside me is overwhelming, but I want this build-up to last. This game of touch and tease, the raw, explicit desire we share, feels like an obsession. But it can’t go on; I’ll probably melt.

“Please,” I groan, tugging him closer against me.

His skin is warm and smooth against mine as he settles between my thighs, his body aligning with mine as his cock slides between the slick lips of my pussy, resting there. Our gazes lock, and in this moment, I see the unfamiliar tenderness behind his usual hard features. It’s a side of him I never expected, and it stirs something unspeakable within me.

With gentle fingers, he brushes the hair from my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. “Ty prekrasna,Stella. So beautiful.”

“I want you,” I exhale, the words sounding more like a moan.

A soft groan escapes his lips as he thrusts into me, our bodies joining as if we were made for each other. I wrap my legs around his lean waist, drawing him deeper and deeper.

He moves with deliberate slowness, a torturous rhythm that ignites my senses. His gaze locks with mine, intense and unwavering, almost too much for me to bear, although I don’t look away. I can sense his control — a raw, restrained power that sends a thrill through my body. With each passing second, he teases and torments, pushing forward, filling me with a tantalizing slowness, and then retreating, leaving me craving even more.

My fingers trace every inch of his sculpted back, feeling the smooth skin and the rigid outline of his spine. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into the firm flesh as I explore the curve of his muscular arms. The hair on his chest is soft and sparse, and I gently scratch my nails across it, reveling in the contrast against his hard, rippling pecs.

Our breathing becomes labored, heated pants filling the air. Every thrust brings a sharp gasp, our bodies moving in perfect synergy, approaching the peak of ecstasy. His mouth captures mine, kissing me with a hunger that mirrors my own. I taste his desire, his tongue commanding, and demanding my surrender.

The climax looms, the tension coiling tightly within us. We hover at the pinnacle, every muscle taut, every sense heightened.Then, in one decisive motion, he plunges fully, sending us plummeting into oblivion.

An explosive cry bursts from my lips, “Oh, yes! Harder!” The room fills with our voices, a raw chorus of pleasure and satisfaction. Our hearts race in unison, wild and passionate, as our bodies intertwine, slick with sweat and need.

For a moment, we lie still, our breathing gradually slowing. His weight presses me into the mattress, a comforting heaviness. His arms tighten around me, his lips brushing my temple.

I feel safe, protected in the circle of his embrace. It’s a feeling I haven’t known in a long time, and I want to hold onto it for as long as I can.

His hand comes to rest on my stomach, a gentle caress. “You and I, we are bound now.”

I stare up at him, my fingers tracing over his back. “Yes,” I whisper, though I’m not entirely sure what that means.

His lips find mine once more, his kiss soft and gentle. “Sleep now,zaychik.”

I smile, a sense of peace settling over me. He presses a final kiss to my forehead before pulling away, his body slipping from mine. I feel a brief moment of loss before he tugs the covers over us, his arm coming to rest around my waist.

His presence is a comfort, a shield against the darkness. I snuggle closer, my head resting on his shoulder.

“Goodnight, Aleksei,” I murmur softly.

“Goodnight,krasivaya.” His voice is a low rumble, his breath stirring the hair at my temple.

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