She was putting herself in Aleksei’s hands. All the way. Giving him all of her trust. She realized, standing in front of Aleksei, in her sexy, daring lingerie, waiting for whatever he had in store for her, that he had been demanding her trust. Now, he was asking her for it and she handed it over to him without a single thought of survival.
His palm stroked her bare skin, shaping the firm, rounded cheek of her buttocks, sending more shivers down her spine. Her knees threatened to give out. Without warning, the flat of his hand landed hard. It stung. It sent heat spiraling through her body, straight to her core. She whimpered. She couldn’t stop the helpless little sound.
Do not move, he whispered into her mind.
Her channel clutched emptily. In need. She felt like a moth drawn to a flame. A very hot flame she clearly couldn’t resist. He pushed her comfort zone, but she went willingly. Trusting him. She knew a great part of that was the lifemate bond, but more, it was the way he made her feel safe. A contradiction when he scared her as well.
She stayed very still, wanting more. Needing more. His hand caressed the heat on her bare cheek. His hand slipped down and around, following the tiny strip of material nestled between the globes of her buttocks. He found her wetness. The extent of her need.
My woman wants me.
Very much.
His large hand smacked her bottom, this time with a little more force. Heat burst through her, every nerve ending alive. Four more rapid, hard smacks sent fire racing through her buttocks, straight to her sex. She cried out, pushing her body back, wanting more fire. More heat. Wanting him.
His hand caressed first one burning cheek and then the other. She held her breath. Needing. Her breath caught in her lungs as she waited. Two more rapid smacks and then he plunged two fingers inside of her and her slick heat drenched him, her sheath clenched tight, trying to pull his fingers deeper. She pushed down against his hand. Grinding. Needing. Instantly he withdrew his fingers. She nearly sobbed.
Aleksei.
His mouth was back at her neck. Just his mouth. His palm had gone back to caressing the bare skin of her buttocks. She closed her eyes, holding herself utterly still, not wanting to lose anything else. Not his touch. Not his mouth. Another smack sent hot flames spiraling through her. Once again his hand was there, smoothing away the heat, rubbing caresses in small circles, sending so many sensations crashing through her mind she moaned aloud again.
I don’t think I can stand up anymore, Aleksei, she admitted, afraid she would fall at his feet.
Then go to the bed, but walk slowly so I can watch you. Kneel up on it, all fours. Hands and legs, facing me.
She moved, because she knew if she didn’t, she would have to crawl. Her legs just wouldn’t support her anymore. Shaking with anticipation, with need, she made her way to the bed. Slowly. Loving that he watched her. The burn had gone from smoldering to full-blown heat. She could barely keep from begging for him to take her.
She positioned herself exactly as he’d told her, facing him. She could see him finally. He was completely naked, his body hard, his erection full. His hand loosely circled his cock and it was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen, the casual way he slid his fist over his thick shaft. The lines in his face were deep, his eyes hot with desire—for her. He looked sensual, focused wholly on her. Hungry. Possessive.
Her entire body went hot. She felt the cool air of the room against her scorching channel and even that felt sexy. Her bottom still felt the heat of his hand, stroking, caressing, smacking, bringing every nerve ending alive.
You look so beautiful.
Her hair hung down in a long fall around her, the ends pooling on the sheets. Her breasts stretched the lacy fabric, feeling full and aching almost painfully. The lace teased her nipples, rubbing at the tight pebbles so that she wanted to squirm, adding to the sensation, but his look held her in place. Her gaze dropped to his hand as it fisted his shaft. She knew what he was going to do and she wanted it. Her mouth watered for the taste of him. Her feminine sheath pulsed and wept.
He stepped closer to her, caught her hair in one hand and used it to lift her head. She could see pearly beads on the broad, flared head of his cock. Her tongue came out, she couldn’t stop it. She moistened her lips, her gaze on her prize.
He rubbed those pearly drops along the seam of her mouth and then over her face, a slow caress with his hot flesh. It felt wanton and sexy. Open your mouth for me. Look at me, kessake. I want to see your eyes.
Her hands supported her on the sheets. She had to trust him, and she knew that was his deliberate intent. He was showing her she did trust him, that her body did. He was in her mind. He would know how much she wanted this. He would know the moment she didn’t like something he did to her.