[REBECCA]
With his hips now moving in sync with my hand, Artemy’s control was slipping. He entwined his fingers with mine, amplifying the grip around his hardness. Our gazes locked, and I inhaled sharply at the primal intensity in his eyes.
My own body pulsed with need, my breasts tender with longing beneath the weight of his gaze.
“Like this,” he demanded hoarsely, guiding our hands to a more rapid and fervent rhythm. He relinquished my hand, allowing me to take over.
His hips surged as he thrust into my hand. My thumb continued its swirling motion, spreading his pre-cum along his length.
He groaned, the tension building within him palpable. Bending over him, I captured his lips in a fervent kiss. Artemy’s grip on my neck tightened, his teeth tugging at my lower lip before our mouths melded in a passionate embrace.
In the final moments, he stiffened, breaking the kiss. Meeting my gaze with his blazing blue eyes, Artemy found release, spilling over my hand and his abdomen.
Gasping for breath, my gaze fixated on the outcome of our shared moments, my eyes then gravitating to my own hand. Artemy gracefully inclined himself over the bed, retrieving the previously discarded towel with a deliberate motion.
With gentle thoroughness, he tended to my hand, his own form, and his abdominal expanse, before casually letting the fabric slip from his grasp to land on the floor once more. My heartbeat reverberated wildly within my chest, the insides of my thighs marked by the dampness of my arousal, all while my unwavering attention remained affixed upon the figure of my beloved.
His magnetic presence held me captive, an irresistible allure that compelled me. As if orchestrated by some unseen force, Artemy’s hands found purchase upon my knees, coaxing me to straddle him. A mutual smile passed between us, my forehead seeking solace against his in an unspoken gesture.
The cadence of events shifted as a sensation, slow and deliberate, ventured across my inner thigh. A spontaneous jerk of surprise coursed through me, as his touch pressed against my moist core, evoking an unrestrained moan that resonated unapologetically.
Summoning my own inner resolve, I seized his hand, halting its exploration. Silently, I withdrew his touch from my leg, prompting a surprised expression from Artemy. In response, I pressed a kiss upon his lips, a fusion of emotions communicated in that simple act.
“Only you tonight, Artemy,” my hushed words found haven against his mouth, a declaration of my exclusive devotion. “Only you.”
The night wasn’t just about my own desires; it was about providing solace and affection to Artemy, who sought refuge in my affection more fervently than I did in his.
He required my love, and thus I offered it willingly.
Artemy’s eyes gleamed with possessive ardor, a deep resonance emanating from his chest in a primal growl. The seal of his lips against mine served as both proclamation and affirmation of his dominion. Responding with a playful nip at his lower lip, I claimed the reins of control, an authority he willingly relinquished. Every yearning I had was met, every offering I made was received.
And in this unspoken exchange, I conveyed all of me to him.
Within the scope of our shared kiss, the depths of my affection unfurled. My love, unadulterated and boundless, was laid bare, obliterating any trace of doubt or uncertainty that might have lingered in his heart.
***
As the morning light streamed into the room, I gradually awakened to the sensation of Artemy rising from the bed beside me. His lips brushed my forehead gently, leaving a fleeting kiss, before he stood up. I watched his movements in silence, my eyes tracing his figure.
Normally, I was one to embrace the luxury of a few extra hours of sleep, but today was different. I yearned to spend the morning wrapped in Artemy’s presence.
A sudden kick from within my rounded belly caught me by surprise, almost as if my unborn child disapproved of our early awakening. I tenderly caressed the area where she had kicked, a smile forming on my lips as I imagined her spirited personality.
She was my precious little princess, a beacon of hope and love. Anticipation filled me as I considered the wonderful moments I would share with her, vowing to provide the affection and care that Artemy and I had lacked in our own lives.
My determination was resolute she would never endure the hardships I had. I was prepared to fiercely protect her from any threat that dared to challenge our happiness.
Yet, deep down, I knew there would be no opposition. The love for our child was universal, uniting us all. She was a miracle, an embodiment of unspoken desires that we had all yearned for without realizing.
The rhythmic fluttering within me gradually settled as I made my way to the bathroom. Upon entering, my gaze met Artemy, who was engrossed in brushing his teeth. I joined him, the intimacy of the moment drawing us together.
Artemy completed his routine before I did. His strong arms enveloped me in an affectionate embrace, his lips finding my neck in a gentle kiss before he left the bathroom. I continued my morning ritual of washing my face and brushing my hair, then emerged to find Artemy dressing himself.
His attire was already impeccable a fitted shirt and tailored slacks adorned his form. My eyes traced the contours of his back muscles, subtly defined beneath the fabric of his dress shirt, as he donned his suit jacket.
In this moment, he emanated an aura of dominance and power. Artemy’s expression was fierce, his gaze intense, and every movement exuded a commanding presence. He was in his element, a formidable figure who commanded respect.
Under his potent stare, I felt a surge of confidence. The man before me was mine, and the knowledge emboldened me. As he drew closer, his hand extended in a swift motion, pulling me against his chest. A gasp escaped me, his proximity electrifying.
“Good morning,” his voice rumbled in my ear, laden with a raw intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
“Good morning,” I replied, the connection between us palpable. His low chuckle reverberated through me as my arms tightened around him. A proposal escaped my lips, a desire to share breakfast together.
Artemy hesitated momentarily, his reply curt and hinting at his impending responsibilities. A flash of fury crossed his features, and without words, he communicated his intentions.
I laid a comforting hand over his chest, my touch gentle and soothing. “Please.”
His sigh betrayed a slight surrender, his shoulders relaxing. A knock at the door disrupted our exchange, and a sheepish smile played on my lips. “Our breakfast awaits.”
With a small smile, he relented, his demeanor softening. “Fine.”
A burst of excitement bubbled within me, culminating in a quick peck before I rushed to the door. The tray in the maid’s hands held our breakfast, and I thanked her warmly before closing the door.
Placing the tray on the coffee table, I waited for Artemy to take his seat. He drew me onto his lap, and I nestled against him. As we shared the meal, our gazes locked, and each bite exchanged carried an unspoken affection.
With the tray empty, Artemy pressed a tender kiss to my temple. “I need to go.”
Reluctantly, I nodded, curiosity overcoming me. “What’s your plan for the day?” I inquired softly.
His response was a gesture, not words, as he lifted me into his arms and guided me to the bed. Gently, he arranged me under the covers, ensuring my comfort, and then bestowed a kiss upon my forehead and lips.
“I’m going to bring it all to an end today. Put an end to everything,” his voice held a determined edge, resonating with the promise of change.
His words ignited a cascade of sensations within me, leaving my skin tingling. His resolve was palpable, and I almost trembled in response. With his final glance, he left the room.
I closed my eyes, releasing a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The climax was upon us the conclusion Artemy had long anticipated, the resolution I fervently desired.
As I lay there, I embraced the anticipation, waiting for the return of the man who was not just my love, but a force to be reckoned with. In his wake, he would leave nothing but the echoes of our enemies’ downfall.