by Lucia Franco
Kova was showing me who he was and what he had to give. His hips hadn't stopped moving, and I was too high on this intense thirst for more to realize the smoky black clouds crawling across my vision was partially from the sensuality and depraved passion only Kova could deliver, and from the grip he had on my throat.
I released a sigh just as the darkness closed in, and felt the plush softness of my bed against my back.
Opening my eyes, I took a deep breath and blinked a few times. I looked around. I was a little foggy, my head disoriented. Kova was leaning over me, his head propped on his palm and a sensual smile on his lips. His hand was between my legs, gently, softly, stroking me through his cum. This man never got tired.
"Did I fall asleep?" I asked. My throat was raw.
"Sometimes when the pleasure is so extreme, people will pass out. You passed out."
My brows rose. That couldn't be safe. "For how long?"
"Not very long. Just a few minutes or so."
"And so you took it upon yourself to touch me like that?" I joked.
His eyes flickered with wickedness. "I like the idea of my cum deep inside you," he said and gave me a little kiss as he inserted two orgasm-soaked fingers slowly into my sore pussy. The wet suction echoed in the confinement of my room. "It makes me utterly fucking hot for you."
My back bowed, lifting my breasts into the air. "No more, Kova," I said, breaking the kiss. "I'm too sore and I'm tired."
He shook his head. "I want to touch you."
I couldn’t deny him. "Fine, but I'm going to sleep." I laughed and rolled into his chest with a smile.
I felt a million times lighter, like I was normal again. His fingers stroked me, teased me, but never penetrated again. A simmer of heat kindled in me as I fell asleep. I caught myself rolling over onto his hand and grinding down when a little pinch nipped at my skin, just hard enough to send me over the edge again and into oblivion.
I'd only slept for a few hours before I was rousing to the scent of spices wafting through my condo. I sat up and got out of bed to quickly grab a shirt and slip it on. I shivered as the material draped over me, a chill setting in my bones when I realized I'd forgotten to take my medication earlier. Shit.
I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my hand feeling so exhausted but less stressed at the same time. I knew Kova was the reason for that, but I didn't know if it was because we’d succumbed to our secrets, or the sex. Or both. I didn't feel a wedge between us anymore. I didn't feel like I was a foreign object trying to find its place in the world. There was still a lot to talk about, but the pent-up anger sitting on my chest wasn't there anymore.
The wind howled outside as I left my room, and I jumped from the sound of a bang on my wall. My patio furniture was sliding around. I should've brought it inside but it was too late for that now. Not with the hurricane on us the way it was.
I stepped into the living room and stopped short when I spotted Kova standing at the stove. His back was to me and he was in nothing but the shorts he’d had on earlier. They sat extremely low on his hips, revealing the two little dimples above his ass. They were so sexy. My hands ached to be on him, to touch him. I stared in a daze, my eyes traveling higher, dancing across his bare back while I took in every muscle as he cooked. I was salivating, and not from the delicious smell emanating from the kitchen.
Kova lifted a glass of water to his lips and I took note of the beautiful, sinewy curvature of his arms. I had no idea what he was cooking, and I didn't care. I just wanted to bite him.
I drew in a breath and he turned at the sound. Our eyes met and my lips parted. I'd forgotten about his Olympic ring tattoo inked in black lengthwise along his ribs. I loved it so much but it was only noticeable when he lifted his arm or moved it to the side. Like a little secret only privy to those who were fortunate enough to see it. I was drawn to it like a goddamn magnet.
I questioned if there would ever be a time when my stomach wouldn’t flutter or my feelings wouldn’t rush to the surface when he was around. I wasn't sure what one would call it, but the energy when he was near was exhilarating. I craved him, and I think he craved me too.
My feet carried me to him. I glanced at the stove and briefly wondered where this variety of food had come from when I remembered Alfred had dropped it off. It smelled divine and looked restaurant quality.
Kova placed his glass down on the marble countertop then lowered the heat and looked back at me. A lazy, happy smile formed on his face and it made me feel good. He seemed free from the restraints of his world. Uninhibited, like me. I stood before him, my head coming just below his honey-colored pecs. Kova was larger than life in my eyes, and I was so small in comparison to him.
Going on basic necessity, I reached out to touch his stomach. I needed to feel him again. Just to feel and nothing more. My fingers pressed his taut skin. His abs dipped while my nails feathered across the little fine hair. My other hand came up to touch his hip, my thumb creating a continual swirl on the incredibly delectable oblique V that accentuated his physique. I liked when he let me touch him. His gaze darkened and his eyes lowered. Earlier I’d surrendered to exactly what I promised myself would never happen again, but now, now I was a different person with different desires, cravings, and temptations. Different limitations.
It was all there, ready to shatter the surface again. Taking one last step closer, my knuckles brushed his ribs to trace over the ink. Kova sucked in a breath. His ribs contracted from my delicate touch.
"Why do you like it so much?" he asked.
I subtly shook my head, unsure of myself. I didn't have a reason why I was drawn to it.
"Maybe one day you will have one."
My eyes lit up at the possibility but were quickly doused at a thought. I wasn't sure now I'd ever get a tattoo, or make it as far as he had, but I liked the idea of having one similar to his.
"I might never get the opportunity you had." I sketched all five circles with my nail, then, without thinking, I pressed my lips to his tattoo.
"Ria," he whispered. His stomach flexed beneath my kiss. "What are you doing?"
I shrugged. "Your body is so beautiful. I can never get enough of it."
I acted purely on wild, untamed desire. Both my palms moved slowly up his chest, and when my hands danced over his nipples, he moved fast and gripped the back of my head, fisting my hair and twisting it around his hand. He yanked me so I was flushed against his hard body. We both gasped, then exhaled. This felt so right. I was shocked my body wanted him again so soon. His fingers sensually massaged the back of my head and I reveled in it. Kova's nostrils flared, his jaw ticked, and I stared at his lips with a sudden need to suck on them. Desire swirled in Kova's gaze and I blinked, melting into this enigmatic man I should stay far away from.
"You should know none of what happened between us was any of my intention when I came here today."
Then he smashed his mouth to mine. Kova's tongue slid along the seam of my lips and I opened just enough for him to thrust inside.
Twenty-Nine
I rose up on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. We kissed like starved animals, ravaging each other as if we were each other’s last meal.
We consumed each other to an unhealthy degree, taking as much as possible.
He gripped my sore body, so mean, so rough, and lifted me up. My heart was beating so wildly for him that I almost told him I loved him. I slid along him, my legs automatically wounding around his waist as our tongues twirled erotically against each other's in a forbidden dance of life and death. Kova's hand cupped the crest of my ass and hip almost cruelly. I was beginning to think he was unaware of his strength and briefly wondered if I had marks on my neck, but his fingers slid dangerously close to my sex and every thought I had vanished.
It only took seconds for me to drip with desire from Kova's kiss, which wasn't surprising. The man's mouth was a gift.
"God, I have missed you," he said between kisses. "I thought you were going to wake up w
ith regret and hate me," he said. My heart pounded viciously against my ribs and I felt bad he feared that. I needed to tell him. "I thought you were going to throw me out. I thought we were not going to be able to talk. I definitely did not expect this."
A tiny smile pulled at my face. I shook my head. "Quite the opposite. I feel alive again, thanks to you."
Kova slammed me into the refrigerator. His body rolled into mine and I felt his erection straining against his shorts. He tugged on my hair and I squeaked. I rocked my hips into his, silently begging for more. The budding bloom of an orgasm began to glow. I locked my ankles and squeezed so he was perfectly aligned with my pussy and rubbed myself on him.
I whimpered, a frenzied covet reverberating in my chest. I was wholly addicted to him and the sexuality he brought out in me. How amazing it was. There were no words for what he made me feel, only that I wanted it all the time.
"More," I begged breathlessly.
Kova growled, and I fucking loved the sound of it. The tips of his fingers teased my sex, prodding the seam, but I couldn't take it any longer. Reaching down, I moved his hand to where I wanted it and almost came.
"No. I think you should take a break," he said.
I shook my head. "I want you. I need you, Kova, so bad. You make me forget my reality, and I needed that more than anything."
He pulled back and grinned so sexy I wanted to jump him. "You just want my cock," he said. "Is that all I’m good for, Adrianna?"
Leaning forward, I bit his lip and tugged it into my mouth. I smiled and met his gaze. "I love your cock," I admitted, then sighed into him when his tongue met mine, but he swiftly moved his hand away.
With my back bowed and shoulders pressed to the refrigerator, my hips came off the cold appliance to get more of his cock. I moved his hand back to where I wanted it and he growled again, this time not liking my assertiveness because he pulled his hand away quickly.
He wanted to play like that. Fine, I could too.
I reached between us to palm his dick through his shorts, rubbing it to build friction, making sure to show attention to his sack too.
Kova exhaled a heavy breath and moaned, pressing his forehead to mine. "I love this untamed side of you." Then he bit my lip, tugging on it with his teeth.
I yelped and wetness seeped from my pussy. I slapped his bare back so he'd let up, but he didn't. Kova jerked on my lips, much harder this time, crueler than I’d expected. I felt a sharp pinch and gripped his cock, squeezing his swollen head in return. I was too delirious with pleasure and pain and undulated into him again. He grunted in satisfaction and slapped the door next to me. Kova thrust his hips harshly against my pelvis and shoved his tongue back into my mouth where I tasted blood. My blood. He'd bitten me to the point of bleeding.
I pulled back and he cupped my jaw with both his hands. Hair matted my face. I looked into his eyes and knew his glossiness mirrored mine.
"I made you bleed," he whispered, his gaze trained on my mouth. His hoarse tone was somewhat animalistic and it made my heart race. I felt a trickle of something slide down my jaw. "I made you bleed," he said again, as if needing to hear his own voice.
"It's only fair since I cut you."
"I love that you marked me. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to tear your clothes off and have you do it while I fucked you."
I gasped at the enticing thought.
"You want that," he stated. "You want to feel the knife press into my skin while you come on my cock."
My lips parted, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I couldn't answer that honestly.
Kova flattened his tongue and pressed it to my chin, dragging it up where the drip was and licked it clean before kissing me deeply. I kissed him back with the same intensity, tasting the rich blood on my tongue. I was thoroughly spellbound by it and allowed him to lick my mouth all around, lapping at it before kissing me again.
"Kova." I panted. "Jesus…"
"I know," he said, reading my thoughts, knowing I wasn't asking for sex.
Reaching for his shorts, I tried to push them down. His pubic hair tickled my fingers, exciting me, but Kova pulled back and locked eyes with me.
"No," he said, stopping me.
"Yes."
"Malysh, no. You need rest."
I smirked and held still for a moment, but pushed the elastic waistband down farther. Per usual, Kova wasn't wearing boxers. His eyes glazed and his lips parted in pure erotic bliss. I smiled lazily. The back of my fingers grazed his cock and I slipped my hand inside his shorts, pushing them down his hips. I cupped his firm, round ass and pulled him to me. His skin was so soft and smooth and full of muscle.
"I just want to feel you," I begged softly. I stroked Kova, feeling the veins twirl down his length. "You know I love this the most," I said, and pressed on the vein.
His face was a mixture of confusion and smugness. I wanted to feel the flatness of his abs as my hands slid down to cup his balls, the thickness of his thighs as I held on to them. I loved Kova's body. Maybe not him at times, but his body, I could admit to loving that.
Kova shuddered as I caressed his length. He kissed me, softly, slowly, tenderly. As I brought my hand up, wetness hit my wrist. I glanced down at the swollen purple crown pressed against my pussy and saw a pearly white drop of liquid. Using my thumb and index finger, I rubbed it over his head, then an idea hit me. He moaned, guttural and hot, loving the attention I was focusing on his cock. His head rolled back and I pinched the tip. He sighed and clenched his jaw, releasing a breath. I pinched again and saw the vein in his neck pulse.
"Why do you do this to me?" he bit out. "Fuck."
My thighs trembled around his hips as he muttered something in Russian against my mouth, then he slowed his kissing.
"Let me down," I said against his mouth. Kova looked at me in confusion. "Let me down and turn off the stove."
His eyes widened. He'd forgotten he’d left it on, but I hadn't. As he lowered me to the floor, he reached over and switched the stove off. Still sandwiched between him and the refrigerator, I got on my knees and looked up at him. My body might have been sore, but my knees were okay, and I could—wanted—to give this to him.
His cock stood erect and thick against his toned stomach. Grabbing his hips, I gently slid his shorts down to his ankles. Kova was a sight at this angle, a beautiful virile sight. A man who made me ache for things I couldn't name or explain, something riskier that provoked an intensity between pain and pleasure. Much like gymnastics.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he pulled away. "Let me do this for you."
"No." He moved to pull away again, but I dug my nails into his thighs.
"I want to. Let me give this to you."
Before he could protest again, I took him into my mouth and wrapped my tongue around his length. I tasted myself on him and sucked hard. At least, I tried to. His body became lax. He brought his arms up and rested them against the refrigerator, laying his head on his forearms. Kova shuddered, releasing a moan so primal and unhindered I couldn't help but wonder what he had bottled up inside for that kind of relief to break free.
Taking him as deep as I could, which was only halfway or else I would've gagged, I suctioned my lips around him as much as possible and glanced up. His strength was more pronounced at this angle, and I could see every powerful, pliable curve and arc of muscle in his magnificent body. But his face was twisted in a blend of gratification and shame. The very two words that defined our illicit relationship.
Using my hand, I wrapped my fingers around the base and slid them up and down in sync with my mouth. Something told me he liked a tight squeeze, so I tightened my hold, digging my nails into his shaft. He drew in a breath when my tongue twirled around his heat and stroked it up and down.
"Ria…more."
"Tell me what to do. I don't know what I'm doing." I dug my nails in more and reached for his balls, mimicking the motion.
Kova let out a sexy growl and I smiled around his thick erecti
on, knowing I was doing it right.
"Just like that," he whispered.
His hand came down and cupped the back of my head, pushing me into his painstakingly slow rocking pelvis. Kova groaned deep and low as he grew in my mouth, and a slight saltiness coated my tongue. His movement, high from pleasure, made me needy and hot for him.
"Suck harder."
The sucking was getting a little harder on my jaw and cheeks, but when I did what he asked, Kova released another moan and it made it worth the ache. The sounds escaping his lips were so incredibly erotic and I wanted to hear him do it again.
"Scrape your teeth gently down my cock and flatten your tongue." He slowly rocked into my mouth again. "Oh fuck… Malysh, what… Do not… Oh God." He drew the last word out with a slow roll of his hips. He couldn’t formulate words and I basked in the glory that I was making him feel good.
His fingers gripped my hair and knotted it into a twist as he held my face pressed to his hips for a few seconds. I jerked my head to the side and flinched from the hair pulling and accidently bit down. I thought he'd be mad that I hurt him, but I tasted another gush of liquid on my tongue that told me he’d actually liked it.
I swallowed. Kova was a freak.
"Move your hands," he ordered.
"Where do I put them?" I asked with him still in my mouth. It came out garbled, but he knew what I’d asked.
Kova grabbed my wrists and wrapped them around until I was cupping his ass. Kova's dick was long. There was no way I could take his entire length into my mouth and not gag. The kind of vulnerability that came with this position worried me, but I let go and gave this to him.
Shifting his feet, he stepped closer and placed both hands on my jaw to hold my face. There wasn't much space left between me and the kitchen appliance pressed to my back, so I wasn't sure where he thought he was going.
"Relax your throat, malysh."
Thirty
Unsure of what that meant, I glanced up and met Kova's eyes. He saw my confusion and repeated what he’d said, then slid further into my mouth. My brows furrowed and my tongue automatically blocked him from proceeding. There was no room left for him to go deeper.
