“Care to share what’s so funny?” Andrei laughs, pulling away and looking down at me.
“Nothing, I was just thinking how impossible it all is.”
“We don’t have to do it now. I can mark you when you aren’t so scared,” Andrei offers.
“I will always be scared, Andrei. You just need to ignore me and do it whenever you’re close,” I lecture him as I turn my neck to him.
I close my eyes and wait for him to mark me, but all I feel are his lips pressing to my neck softly. “Or I could show you that you don’t need to be scared,” Andrei whispers as his lips trail up my neck, to my jaw. “Tell me to stop, Sage, tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispers, kissing my lips softly.
I kiss him back, his hand trails down my side and slowly slides under my shirt. My heart is pounding in my chest, and goosebumps rise on my skin as his warm hand moves higher, pushing my shirt up with the movement. Andrei palms my breast and I gasp, pulling away when his thumb grazes over my nipple.
My body responds to his touch, even though fear pulsates through every cell in my body. Andrei pulls away and sits on his knees between my legs as I watch him.
Sierra shoves calming memories into my head, showing me why I can, and should, trust him. He grips the hem of my shirt and gently tugs it.
I know Andrei wants me to take it off, but I still hesitate. As more memories are forced on me, and I look into his eyes, I sit up and let Andrei peel off the shirt, which leaves me naked beneath him.
“Do you trust me?” He asks.
I gulp and nod as he lowers himself back over me. “Then trust me to touch you. Trust that I will stop if you ask me to,” Andrei whispers, and his lips move to kiss my shoulder.
His hands are roaming and exploring my body. His fingers are teasing my nipple until it is a hardened peak. His lips follow his hand as he nips and sucks my skin before he sucks my nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicks over it before he moves to the other, hesitating and gauging my reaction.
I run my fingers through his hair, and he growls as he moves to suck the other one, and sparks rush over my skin. His emotions are calm against my frantic ones, but I focus on him, and on the feeling of his tongue on my skin instead of what he is doing.
Sparks rush through me, moving everywhere he touches, and a moan escapes me when his hand moves to my hip, making me tense. Andrei pulls back and kisses my lips.
His tongue slips between my lips softly, and I pull him closer as his hand trails up and down my thigh before moving to the inside of my leg. He moves, so he is beside me, leaning over me. His hand pulls my leg up, draping it over his, and I am still, completely immobile, when his hand reaches my inner thighs, yet not touching my forbidden area. The place I fear his touch most.
“It’s just me, Sage,” Andrei whispers against my lips before his hand moves away.
“Give me your hand?” He murmurs, making me open my eyes to stare at him.
When I don’t, he reaches over, grabs my hand gently, and kisses my fingers. He sucks on three of my fingers, his tongue swirling around them before he pulls them from his mouth.
He leans over and kisses me as his hand guides mine between my legs. His hand moves over mine when he presses it between my legs.
His hand on mine controls the movements as he runs my own fingers through my folds, and I gasp when he rubs my fingers against my throbbing clit.
Andrei’s movements are slow as he manipulates my hand to do what he wants, rubbing my clit in circular motions. A shudder runs through me, and I relax.
He is careful not to touch me, only using my hand. My stomach swirls with nerves and anticipation and clenches at the friction he is building. The sensation scares me and thrills me at the same time, making me moan softly.
Andrei swallows my moans with another kiss.
I pull my hand away, stopping Andrei. My hand trembles as I move it over his before pushing his between my legs.
Sparks rush over my skin, the feeling almost too intense, and Andrei kisses me harder, my lips bruising as his hand moves, taking my place.
I move my hand to his hair, running my fingers through it and pulling him closer. When his finger runs down my pussy lips, I am shocked by the moisture building between my thighs.
I move my hips against his hand, wanting to find out where the sensation ends. It feels like it is building up, and I want to find its peak. Andrei kisses me, before his mouth moves down, and he sucks my nipple into it, making my back arch as I become lost in the experiences he is creating.
Andrei lifts himself, pushing between my legs and settling between them, his lips move lower, and his tongue dips inside my belly button. It makes me freeze, wondering what he is doing. I sit up when he kisses my hip and then my thigh.
“Andrei?” I question when he moves his face between my legs, giving him a full view of my scars and burns, and how mutilated my body is.
Everything they did, he now has a close-up view of, and I clench my eyes shut, trying to force the memories away.
“Open your eyes, Sage. Stay here with me,” Andrei guides, and he kisses the inside of my thigh.
My breath lodges in my throat and I force my eyes open and watch him. My face heats seeing where he is. He runs his hands up my thighs and pulls them farther apart as his lips trail up my thigh before he kisses my womanhood.
His warm breath wafts over my pussy, and I wait to see what he will do when his grip on my thighs tightens, and his tongue runs a straight line up from my dripping wet pussy to my pulsing clit. Sparks rush everywhere up the path he’s creating, and his tongue swirls around my clit before he sucks it in his mouth, and my head falls back.