I’m filled with wonder, a dizzying nervousness, and an overwhelming rush of sensation. As he leans down to press a lingering kiss to the pulse point at my throat, I feel a trembling trust take root in my chest. For the first time, the fear isn’t about what he might do to me, but about how much of myself I am willing to let him see. I reach up, my fingers shaking as I trace the line of his shoulders, silently urging him to bridge the last of the distance between us.
For someone who is usually afraid of sex, I’m being pretty bold, and it’s because I trust Konstantin. My stupid self trusts him.
His hands find the hem of my shirt, his fingers brushing against my stomach with a lightness that makes me shiver. He pauses, his storm-gray eyes searching mine, waiting for a signal I don’t even have to speak. I lift my arms slightly, and he slides the cotton up and over my head, discarding it as if it’s the only thing standing between him and his salvation.
The cool air hits my skin for only a second before the heat of his gaze replaces it. He leans down, his lips ghosting over my collarbone.
“You’re so beautiful, Raelyn,” he whispers, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against my skin. “I’ve spent weeks wondering if you’d look like this—like a masterpiece I don’t deserve to touch.”
He moves lower, his breath hot against the curve of my breast. His tone shifts, the tenderness mixing with a dark, velvet edge that makes my toes curl. “Every inch of you is mine now. Do you understand? I’m going to be so careful with you,moya malen’kaya, but I’m going to taste every bit of this perfection.”
He kisses the hollow of my stomach, his hands sliding up to cup me, his thumbs grazing me through the lace of my bra. “I’m going to make you feel everything. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, and I’m going to take my time doing it.”
The contrast of his reverent touch and those raw, possessive words sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I’m trembling, my hands finding his shoulders to anchor myself as he continues his slow, worshipful descent.
His hands never leave my skin for long, as if he’s afraid I might vanish if he stops touching me. He reaches for the clasp of my bra, his movements steady despite the visible tension in his jaw. When the lace falls away, he lets out a jagged breath, his eyes darkening as they sweep over me.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice thick with a mix of awe and hunger. “Absolutely perfect.”
He moves to the waistband of my sweatpants, his thumbs hooking into the soft fabric. He pauses, looking up at me with that dark gaze, giving me one last chance to look away. I don’t. I hold his stare, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
Slowly, he slides the fabric down my legs, followed by the thin silk of my panties. He tosses them aside, and for the first time, I am completely bare before him. The vulnerability is staggering, a cold shiver running through me, but it’s immediately chased away by the heat of his hands as they slide back up my thighs.
“Don’t hide from me, Raelyn,” he whispers, his voice dropping into that dangerous, tender register. He leans over me,his chest inches from mine. “I want to see every part of you while I make you mine. I want to see your eyes when I’m deep inside you, and I want to hear you scream my name.”
He kisses the soft skin of my inner thigh, his breath ghosting over me. “I’m going to be gentle,moya dusha, but I’m going to be thorough. You’re going to remember the way my hands feel on you for the rest of your life.”
Just when I wait for him to devour me completely, he pulls back from me completely. The absence of his heat leaves me feeling exposed and cold for a fleeting second, but then my breath hitches as he reaches for the hem of his own shirt.
He pulls it over his head in one fluid motion, muscles rippling across his chest and arms in the dim light. Next come the sweatpants, kicked aside with a careless intensity, followed by his briefs. My breath hitches, and my eyes widen, my gaze dropping and lingering on him. I’ve never seen a man like this—so powerful, so large, so unapologetically there.
Konstantin catches the look on my face, and a dark, low laugh rumbles in his chest. It’s not mocking; it’s the sound of a predator who knows he’s already won.
“Don’t look so frightened, Raelyn,” he murmurs, his voice a velvet warning. “I told you I’d be careful with you.”
He climbs back atop me, his heavy, solid weight settling between my thighs. The sheer scale of him is overwhelming, making me feel small and delicate beneath him. He braces himself on his forearms, framing my head with his arms, his eyes locked onto mine with a fierce, unwavering focus.
“Look at me,” he commands softly, his hips brushing against mine, giving me a taste of the friction to come. “I want you to see exactly who’s taking you.”
He kisses me again, a deep, soul-stealing press of his lips that makes the rest of the world fade into a blur of heatand shadow. Just as I’m starting to settle into the rhythm of it, finding my footing in the storm, he pulls away.
His mouth migrates to the sensitive column of my throat, trailing fire toward my collarbone. I arch my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he moves lower, circling my breasts with agonizingly slow, damp kisses. I’m squirming under him now, my hips restlessly seeking a friction I can’t quite find, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps.
Konstantin pauses, his face hovering just inches from my chest, his gaze flashing with a wicked, knowing light.
“What do you want, Raelyn?” he asks, his voice a low, rough rasp.
“I want...more,” I choke out, my head tossing back against the pillow. “Please, Konstantin. More.”
He lets out a low, vibrating hum against my skin that sends a shiver straight to my core. “More? Like this?”
Before I can answer, he latches onto one nipple, taking me deep into the heat of his mouth. A sharp, electric jolt of pure pleasure lances through me, and I scream—a raw, high sound that echoes off the walls. My hands fly to the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, trying to pull him closer and push him away all at once as the sensation threatens to shatter me completely.
He continues to suck while his hand plays with my other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger with a steady, maddening rhythm. I writhe beneath him, my body arching off the mattress, absolutely shocked at the sensations. Oh. So this is how sex feels? I see now why people get addicted to it, why they lose their minds over it. It’s not just touch; it’s a total takeover of the senses.
The way he sucks, then grazes the sensitive skin with his teeth before poking the center with the tip of his tongue—it’spure magic. Every flick sends a fresh spark straight to the ache between my thighs.
Just as I think I can’t take any more, he pops my nipple out of his mouth, the wet air hitting the tip and making me gasp. He moves to the other side immediately, his mouth hot and demanding on the twin peak, while his hand begins a slow, torturous descent.