Page 85 of Plaintive Vow


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Her eyes fly open in a panic. “No, please, I’m sorry,” she whines as I lay a hand on her stomach, holding her in place when she tries to reach for me. She settles for grabbing my forearm. “I’ll be good, Andrei! Please, just don’t stop.” She swallows thickly. “I need you.”

I had no intention of stopping, but her words break something inside me.

“Zolotse,” I grit out. She grabs one of her tits, rolling her nipple with her thumb and snapping the last thread of my self-control. I groan and grab her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. I place the head of my cock at her entrance for a single heartbeat before I sink into her, pulling her down as her wet heat pulses around my length, making me hiss a breath between my teeth.

She inhales sharply, throwing a hand over her mouth to hold back all her hot-as-hell moans as she rolls her hips against me, chasing another orgasm with reckless abandon.

She’s so fucking tight, my brain short-circuits while I watch her. From her flushed cheeks to the thin sheen of sweat covering her chest, to how fucking hot she is around me, I don’t know what to focus on.

“You were made for my cock, Blair,” I grunt, tenderly stroking my thumbs against her hips.“Fuck.”

I pull her hand away from her mouth. I don’t care what I told her, I need to hear her. I need to feel her lips against mine. I need to know that she feels the energy between us. That this isn’t just me.

I pull her into a hard kiss, teeth clashing together as my strokes grow sloppy. My balls draw tight, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to come before I draw another orgasm out of her.

I shift my hips to a different angle, and her nails rake down my shoulders as she moans against my throat, her voice breaking as her cunt squeezes me like a vise, pleasure flooding her. Watching her come is more than I can bear, and I groan as I pump into her with harsh thrusts, filling her with my cum, needing to get every part of me as deep inside her as I possibly can, until she’ll never be able to get rid of me.

I’m still panting as I press open-mouthed kisses against the smooth skin of her shoulder, the weight of her in my arms making me feel complete in a way I didn’t know I’d been missing. I listen to the small sounds coming from the back of her throat as I thrust gently, letting her ride out her pleasure, muscles undulating around me.

She feels like heaven.

“I love you,” I breathe into her hair, heart pounding in my chest. She tenses, and regret slams into me so fast I’m almost dizzy with it.

So much for waiting.

But now that I’ve said it, it feels like a dam has burst inside me, and keeping my feelings to myself will slowly suffocate me.

“I’ve loved you for years.”

I kiss her forehead and roll over, my oversensitive cock twitching painfully when I see my cum leaking out of her. Despite how stiff she is, I pull her against me, guiding her to rest her head on my chest.

Maybe if I hold her close, she’ll forget I said anything. Maybe she’ll go back to being as soft and happy as she was before I opened my stupid mouth.

“Andrei—”

“You don’t have to say anything.” I smile, though it feels brittle. I smooth a thumb over her cheek. “I just wanted you to know. I don’t expect anything else from you.” I huff out a breath, wanting to do anything to ease the stricken look from her face.

Sure, I’ve let myself have moments where I’ve imagined she might return the sentiment, but I should’ve known better than to think it would happen this soon.

“What, uh.” She clears her throat, hiding her face in my chest, one hand idly playing with my chest hair. “What do you mean,years?”

I twist a lock of her hair around my finger, deliberating whether or not I should tell her the truth. It’s probably toomuch, and it’ll probably just scare her off, but haven’t I already done that? What else is there to lose at this point?

“Since the first time I saw you.” I shrug, content to let that lie between us. “We were supposed to get you on our side, get you to leak information to us, but as soon as I saw you, I wanted to throw out the whole damn plan and keep you for myself.”

I can still picture the way her hair shone like gold in the sunset as she walked to her car as she left work, looking like the sweetest woman in the world, even with exhaustion weighing down on her shoulders. And when I got her attention, and she smiled at me? It felt like I’d been sucker punched, the way the air was sucked out my lungs. I thought I was going to keel over when her face blanched with fear. And when she realized I was holding a gun, I wanted to.

Then Daniil got to her first.

“I thought you hated me.”

Her brows are creased, like she can’t figure out how to reconcile her image of me with what I’m saying.

For the first time, I wonder what’ll happen if she never can.

My chest squeezes. Maybe she’ll always see me as the violent brute who took her at gunpoint and threatened her life.

“Never.”