The foreboding thoughts surfacing in my mind were close to debilitating, my sixth sense telling me that something terrible was about to happen. I’d seen the look in my brother’s eyes. He had every intention of killing Aleksei since I hadn’t been able to perform the job. It was only a matter of time of where and when.
But I knew Peter would strike when Aleksei least expected it.
The thought was far more daunting that I’d been able to accept before. There were so many risks, so much at stake. A child’s life. I couldn’t comprehend how Aleksei had managed keeping his own little boy from harm’s way.
I heard the sound of the door, could feel the slight cold breeze sweeping in over the top of the shower door. Every portion of my body was lit like a raging fire, cells and muscles exploding with need. We couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. There was no rhyme or reason. I was supposed to be his enemy, not his lover.
Or his mate.
I closed my eyes as the subtle click of the shower door reverberated in my mind. Then I planted my hands against the cool marble wall, allowing the stream of water to cascade over a good portion of my body.
There was no immediate touch, no forced application of his dominating ways. He simply filled the space with his massive body, consuming the limited air and creating a wave of tingles sliding between my legs. The scent of him shifted all around me, encapsulating every cell, infusing his fragrance with my own. He was intense musk and exotic spices, woodsy and all masculine. I was lightheaded from a heightened level of intoxication, taking several deep breaths in an effort to control my own breathing.
I could feel the heat of his body as he inched closer, still keeping his distance yet there was no doubt he was in full control.
Of my mind.
Of my body.
Of my heart.
When he finally traced a line down my spine, ever so delicately, I swooned. Every breath I took was shallow, leaving my mind foggy and my pulse racing.
I heard a single deep exhale, his hot breath lingering on my skin, igniting the remaining embers. As he brushed the tips of his fingers up my back, rolling them over my shoulders, I finally let out a ragged moan.
Aleksei lowered his head until he was able to blow a continuous wave of air along the nape of my neck, adding a single husky growl as his fingers danced down my arms. Every move he made was sensuous, passionate, and I fell into a cocoon of safety, a wash of adoration.
He had no idea how protected I felt, a man who would die in order to keep me secure.
He brushed his hands against my cheeks, delicate in every move, leaving my mind soaring with possibilities as well as increased need.
And hunger.
And joy.
As he finally lowered his head, brushing his lips across my neck, nipping the base of my ear, my body sagged until I was finally gulping for air.
I opened my legs, a blatant invitation, hoping he would ravage me. Use me. Fuck me. How could I want this man? The question no longer existed. I belonged to him. I wanted no other man but this rugged, damaged creature.
He pressed a series of kisses against my shoulders, shifting from left to right, his moves more sensuous and alluring than I’d experienced before. This was no longer about absolute domination or hard fucking.
This was about his expression of love.
I leaned against him, allowing one arm to float toward him, able to run my fingers down the side of his face. I adored the stubble covering his jaw, adding to the dangerous aura that he wore like a badge of honor.
He undulated his hips, grinding his thick, throbbing cock against my bottom, a not so subtle reminder of his power over me. All the while his fingers continued exploring, his arms easing around my waist until he was able to cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
Pain and pleasure. The sentiment I’d learned well and now, I craved both.
As he pinched my sensitive buds, twisting and pulling gently at first then with enough pressure, I issued a string of moans. The electricity soared, singing every nerve ending, pulling me into such a delicious state of bliss.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked, every syllable floating in a husky vibe.
“Yes.”
“Are you hungry for me?”
“Oh, yes.” Even my legs were quivering in response to his touch.
“Mmmm…” He shifted one hand down my tummy, digging his fingers into my skin until he reached the tender skin just above my clit.
I bucked my hips, another invitation, a moment of self-indulgence yet he teased me, barely swirling a single finger around my clit then pulling back.
“Please,” I whispered, barely able to recognize my own voice.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me. I need you inside of me.”
“All good things come to perfect little girls,” he muttered, growling as he dropped his head, licking and nipping the side of my neck.
I would never be perfect. I was just as damaged as the man holding me, but together, we would be able to heal. The bond forged was more powerful than those attempting to drag us into hell.
And I would fight to keep it that way.
He chuckled darkly as he used two fingers to swirl and circle my clit, pinching the swollen nub not once but twice before sliding them further down. Until he breached my swollen folds.
Panting, I was so wet and hot, beads of perspiration formed along my hairline, steam adding to the combustion. I bucked my hips once again, forcing his fingers to thrust inside.