Page 44 of Weeping Roses
I continue sampling the delights of her skin as I make my way down her body, delighting in her scent as I breathe in deeply. She intoxicates me. I don’t know what it is about her, but kissing Polly is enough for me and I never kiss women or consider them at all.
I reach her thighs and push her legs apart, inhaling the scent of my woman. Right here, in this moment, she is exactly that. Polly is mine, and I experience a feral need to make it count. I swipe my tongue across her clit and she shivers with pleasure, moaning my name so softly I almost don’t hear her.
She tastes of sweet sin and decadent ruin, and I’m already addicted to the flavor, so I take my time, building her anticipation, loving how she reacts to every kiss and every bite; every lick and every touch. She comes alive in my hands and I cast appreciative glances her way, loving how her eyes are firmly closed as she loses herself in wanton abandonment.
I savor the moment, pushing aside my own needs because I want to worship her and to make this count. She wants an experience she will never forget, and I want one to make me forget. To put somebody else’s needs above my own and to make her happy because I’m guessing her life hasn’t been happy for quite some time now.
“Valentin.”
Her soft groan blows my mind as I hear my name spill from her lips as she claws the sheets beside her, her hips rising as her body senses the approaching orgasm. I stare with admiration as with one final press on her clit, she screams my name and her body shakes as if it’s possessed. I watch in wonder as she comes apart, the heightened color in her face that of a freshly bloomed rose.
My cock twitches with the urgent need to dance in the rain and with one single thrust, I slide into her wet heat, causing her to gasp, “Fuck, that is so good.”
This time I’m careful and move at a slower pace, relishing every second I’m inside her, loving her skin gliding against mine. I stare at her the entire time, glad her eyes are tightly shut because if she opened them she would realize how obsessed with her I am already.
Nothing compares to being inside this woman and I know I won’t find it easy to walk away. I have never met anyone like her in my life and I’m not stupid enough to think I ever will again. Suddenly, her eyes open and she stares straight into mine, a soft smile on her face as she whispers, “I hate love you, Valentin Romanov.”
She reaches up and cups my face as I shoot deep inside her, taking us both by surprise. I’m shocked at how easily I lost control and her eyes widen as she whispers, “I’m sorry, I didn’t, well, mean love exactly.”
Her face blushes prettily as she realizes what she said, and I smile into her eyes and whisper, “I don’t hate you, Polly. I could never hate you, but I can’t promise that I love you either.”
She nods as if she understands and her smile shakes as she whispers, “It’s okay. I didn’t expect you too.”
I shake my head sadly and say huskily, “But I can’t bear the thought of leaving you either, and I’m not sure how to deal with that.”
Her eyes brighten and she smiles shyly. “Then I guess we’ll just have to figure it out together.”
Together.
That word should scare the shit out of me, but instead it wraps me in a happiness I rarely enjoy.
Together.
Why do I like the sound of that word so much when it refers to us? Can we really be together, or will the fantasy fade into black when the novelty wears off?
As we lie in one another’s arms, this is another first for me. It’s a strange situation to find myself in as I stare around the pretty room that is completely different from the one I usually occupy.
My life is wealth on a much grander scale than this. Modern, state-of-the-art technology and rooms as big as this entire floor. We live like kings and it would blow Polly’s mind. She is already overawed by Veronica’s life. What would she think of mine?
She lies with her head pressed to my chest and her light fingers are tracing a trail around the markings on my skin. It’s good, intimate even as she toys with me.
Her soft voice shatters the silence in the sweetest way as she whispers, “What happens next, Valentin?”
“We eat, I guess.” I reply lightly, ignoring the meaning behind her words. I have no answer to the real question and she obviously understands because I detect a trace of disappointment in her voice as she whispers, “Of course.”
I hate to end this, but we have a busy schedule and I say with a reluctant sigh, “We should shower and dress. The delivery from Harrods will have arrived and we must settle in.”
“Okay.”
She moves and I hate the cold air wafting between our bodies as she sits and stares into the distance. I wonder what is running through her mind right now, so I reach up and stroke her gorgeous silky hair with my fingers and say with an edge to my voice that isn’t usually there, “Let me take you to dinner tonight. Just the two of us.”
She turns and her eyes sparkle as her face lights up. “A date?”
“If you like.” I am mesmerized as I stare in wonder at the pretty woman who is so easily pleased and there is no mistaking her excitement as she nods with an enthusiasm I never see.
“Okay. Where are you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise.” I wink and she giggles so adorably I want to pull her back into my arms and hold her there forever.