Page 80 of Alexei (Belles & Mobsters 4)

“Da.”

One day, I’d see every inch of him. I decided it would be my mission to kiss every inch of him. His flesh against mine, my mouth on his. My body buzzed with adrenaline, fire blazed through my veins.

He shifted our bodies so my back hit the mattress, his hand holding me. Then hooked my tied wrists back around his neck, our breaths intermingled. He was so close, I could almost feel the warmth of his mouth on my lips.

His body weight pressed against me and it felt like a security blanket. A wall of hard muscles. I couldn’t see him but I felt him everywhere. In every breath. On every inch of my skin. And when I felt the head of his hard shaft over my clit, I moaned.

My chest rose and fell, each time brushing against his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him forward. His cock dipped into my folds, up and down.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “That feels so good.”

I couldn’t see him, all I could do was feel him. He pressed further into my entrance and I clenched around him. Greedy for all of him. My fingernails dug into my palms, literally burning with the need to feel him.

Lifting my hips, he sank deeper inside me. I rolled my hips, panting with desperation to feel him fill me to the hilt.

Chest-to-chest. Heart-to-heart. Breath-to-breath.

In one swift move, he drove his cock the rest of the way into me, tearing a whimper from my lips. He instantly stilled.

“Don’t stop,” I growled. “Give me everything.”

The words set him free. He thrust into me hard. Ruthless. His hands dug into my hips and he slammed into me harder, driving me to grind against his pelvis.

“Take every inch, kroshka,” he growled, his accent thick.

“Yes,” I gasped, my ankles clasped around his waist, holding on for the ride.

Maybe it was the blindfold, or maybe it was simply this man. I didn’t know. The only thing I was certain of was that nobody had ever made me fly so high. He fucked me like a possessed man, stretching me wide.

His hot breaths fanned my neck, his hips pistoned into me. “You’re so tight,” he growled against my neck. “Feel so good. My own heaven.”

God, his words made me fly high. His thrusts turned savage. Friction between our bodies sparked something dark and feral inside me. I feared I’d never have enough of him.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Yes. I-I’m…”

“Mine. Say it. You’re mine.” Each word followed up by a savage thrust.

“Yes,” I screamed. “Yours. Oh my fucking God. Alexei.”

I fell apart, spiraling with the most intense orgasm. My insides clenched around his cock and languid heat spread through every inch of me. Alexei pounded into me grunting, his labored breathing harsh, and I felt his cock jerk as he came inside me, filling me with his cum.

His big body slumped on top of me, my tied hands pushed into his hair and both of us panting. I wanted to see him. Kiss him. Feel every inch of him.

Our heavy breathing filled the silence, his body pressing against mine. He went to shift and I almost begged him to remain, needing him close. Instead, I kept my words to myself. As Alexei stood up, the loss was startling.

It’s just sex, I tried to convince myself. Yet, it felt like so much more.

A soft shuffling noise and a sheet covered my body. More shuffling. Then Alexei removed my blindfold. Alexei stood next to the bed, fully dressed. He untied my wrists next, and he bent his head, brushing his lips against the faint marks.

The gesture was gentle. Reverent almost.

The difference between us was stark. I was still naked, as the day I was born. He was fully clothed. I had to admit, his need to be dressed struck me as odd.

“You alright?” he asked, his eyes traveling over me.

Fuck, I was more than okay. I just wished I understood this thing with him. Why was he a freak about sleeping in bed naked with me? Or letting me touch him? Kiss him? I wanted to snuggle into him and listen to his heartbeat as I felt his warm skin under my palm.

“Yes.” Iwasfine. At least that was what I tried to tell myself. My body was more than fine. Sated. It was still flying high. But I’d be a liar if I said that the distance he was clearly trying to maintain didn’t bother me.

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