With his free hand, he runs his length up and down my slit, hitting my clit with every pass. With his next swipe, I move my hips, urging him exactly where I want him, but Andrei ignores me with a chuckle.
“What do you want, Blair?”
Without hesitation, I answer, “You.”
“You already have me,” he rumbles lowly, pressing hot kisses along the column of my throat, down the valley between my breasts. I whine, silently begging him to fuck me, to stop this delicious torture.
“Precious,” he whispers against the top of my breast, so quietly I wonder if I heard him correctly. “Zolotsemeans precious, like gold.”
Before I can process his words, he slams inside me in a single movement, knocking the air out of my lungs in a silent scream.
I’m so fucking full I have to gasp to get a breath; it feels like he’s setting me on fire. On his next thrust, he lets my hands free and grabs my hips. His grip is just shy of bruising as my legs wrap around his hips, holding tight.
I hold onto his shoulders. The scrape of his chest hair against my nipples slowly drives me insane, each touch sending sparks that push me closer and closer to the precipice.
I roll my hips against him as each slow, powerful thrust fills me completely, again and again.
“Fuck,” he pants into the crook of my neck, his hand slipping between my legs so his thumb can rub unrelenting circles on my clit. “Come on my cock, Blair. I need to feel you.” Like my body was waiting for permission, the wire snaps, and my vision flashes white.
“Blair,” he chants as he ruts into me until he stills, moaning as he swells inside me, each pulse filling me with warmth. Collapsing on top of me, he rolls to the side just enough not to crush me. I press a kiss against his strong jaw, limbs feeling like jelly as I catch my breath.
“Holy shit,” I pant as he pulls me into his arms, rolling onto his back, his legs still tangled with mine. He runs a hand along my spine, and I shiver.
“You alright?” he asks against my hair, like he didn’t just fuck me into the mattress and knock me off my axis in the process.
“Better than alright,” I snort, half asleep against his chest. “You?”
“I’m perfect,” he answers, voice soft with a smile. I close my eyes, feeling more comfortable than I have in months as I listen to his contented breaths until I fall asleep.
Chapter 15
Andrei
Blair and Niko’s laughter echoes through the house, their combined happiness a balm over my frustration as I close the door to my new bedroom. In an ideal world, I’d be with them. I’d be able to join them in the kitchen, laugh with them, and bask in the warmth of everything that’s changed in such a short amount of time.
If Alexei wasn’t a fucking asshole, I’d be able to watch Blair as she moves comfortably through her own space, her eyes flitting to me when she thinks I’m not watching, and relive every moment of last night.
I’ve spent so long dreaming about having her underneath me, of having the opportunity to worship her body and delighting in hearing her cry out as she comes for me. For years, I’ve laid awake at night, aching to make her mine as I take her over and over again.
But my dreams had nothing on reality.
Blair has my ring on her finger. I’m living in her house. And I never have to wonder what she looks like when she’s screamingwith pleasure because the image is permanently burned in my mind, a sight so glorious I’ll savor it until my dying breath.
I should be over the fucking moon, but every time I try to indulge in the fruits of my labor, someone’s there to blow up my phone and drag me away from my new life.
“You couldn’t think of a better way to announce your farce of a marriage? You could’ve announced you were going away for a honeymoon, or sent out a fucking postcard, butno. You had to show up and overshadow my hard work and make the evening about you,” Alexei seethes, not giving me a chance to interrupt him.
Honestly, I’m impressed he was able to wait until the next afternoon before he decided to rip my head off.
“I’m sick of Blair’s love life being the center of attention at my nightclubs, Andrei.”
“She’s not thrilled about it either, you know.” I fight to keep my voice level, to not let him know what I really think of this little tantrum.
Niko’s better behaved than he’s being right now.
“Sure,” he spits. “It’s just a coincidence, right?”
“If you really want to know, I practically had to drag her there last night. And, for the record, it isn’t her fault Daniil used Riot’s opening to humiliate her,” I tell him with an edge to my tone.
