Page 84 of Weeping Roses
If his mother finds out, she will hate me. I will be a reminder to her of yet another Romanov falling for a Scott-Stanley.
The trouble is, now is obviously not the time to broach the subject because Valentin is fighting demons of his own and I wish he wasn’t so god-damned sexy because rather than talk it through, I’m perfectly fine with fucking it through.
He leads me into a bedroom—on a freaking plane and I gaze around in awed silence at the king-sized bed and the subtle lighting. We could be in the most decadent hotel room, not climbing to thirty-nine thousand feet.
He sets the bottle down on the nightstand and tears off his shirt with the expression of a predator as he rakes his lascivious gaze the length of my body.
He holds my attention as he unfastens his belt and drops his pants, his hard cock all ready to go.
“Valentin, I–”
I make to speak and he holds up his hand and grasps the bottle, taking a huge swig as he palms his cock with his other hand.
Then he sets the bottle down and moves toward me like a panther intent on a fine meal tonight, and before I can register what’s happening, he pulls off my dress in one swift movement.
“Vale–” I only say half the word before he fastens his lips to mine and devours them. His tongue plunders inside and I taste the vodka on his tongue as it slides around mine and renders me speechless.
His palm flattens against my ass and he pulls me in tight, his knee edging my legs apart and his other hand rubbing against my clit.
I gasp as he thrusts three fingers at once inside me and massages my clit with his thumb, all the time kissing me with a dark passion that excites me.
My legs shake as he pulls away and drags my lower lip between his teeth, biting down softly, savoring it as if it’s his last meal.
He drops to his knees and presses his lips against my throbbing pussy and then slowly parts my thighs to gain deeper access to my core.
I fist his hair as he worships me on his knees and the sensations running through my body cloud my mind to anything other than the pleasure he is giving me now.
He pulls away and tugs me over to the bed and presses me face down, pulling my hips up toward him and sucks at my neck as if he wants to eat me.
“Valentin–”
“No words, malyshka.” He growls against my ear and the desolation in his voice tears out my heart. This is so cold, a mere sexual act with none of the close bond we have shared up till now.
His fingers find my clit and I moan as he rubs it hard, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks as he pulls me back by my hair.
As he does, he slides in from behind, causing me to cry out, and he wraps his arm around my midriff and pushes in deeper.
He possesses me.
It certainly feels like that and as we move together, I find it strangely liberating. It’s as if I’m occupying my own personal bubble of pleasure as he rides me from behind. He grasps my left breast and bites down on my neck, and I groan as every part of my body sings for him. His hard cock fills my core, and it’s so good as he worships my body. I love knowing I have a piece of him, knowing in this moment he is mine.
He plays with my clit as if it’s his favorite toy, almost leisurely, certainly taking his time.
The sweat slides between our bodies as he grips my shoulder and pushes in deeper, forcing me forward onto all fours as he grips my hips hard in both hands.
“Fuck, Valentin!” I scream as he pounds in hard and fast. My body moving violently as he fucks me hard.
There are too many sensations and too many emotions, all battling the intense pleasure he is creating inside my entire body.
I am so far gone I don’t even register when he stops and pulls out and as he spins me around, he stares deep into my eyes and then kisses me softly, almost as if he’s afraid I will break. My heart flutters as he lowers me back carefully on the bed, his mouth trailing over my neck, his gentle kisses directly opposed to the previous passionate ones.
This time, he loves me. It certainly feels like that and his soft touch and gentle kisses cause my body to open like a flower to him.
I bloom under his touch and he worships me as if I am the most treasured possession he owns. This time he samples me as if I’m the finest meal he will ever eat and, as he works his way down my body, I sigh with pleasure. My entire body relaxes against him and it’s as if I’m on one of the clouds out of the window, with the sun casting the sky in orange delight. I am floating between heaven and earth with a God between my thighs. The pleasure is so intense it bubbles up inside me and ends with a violent orgasmic wave that appears to go on forever.
I don’t even reach the end of it before his cock is inside me, dancing in the pleasure he created. He groans as he pushes in slowly, relishing every minute of my pleasure, knowing he is the reason, the only one who will ever dance with me again.
He tenses as I shiver with the aftershocks and he roars as he shoots his cum deep inside my womb. I watch every minute of his release as he stares deeply into my eyes. His own flashing with a mixture of emotions, so compelling I can’t look away. It’s as if time stands still as his orgasm lasts an eternity and I have an overwhelming sense of something changing between us.