“Whatever you want from me is yours,” I reply diplomatically, giving him a smile.
His expression shifts into one that frightens me; he looks like a wolf about to devour his prey — and I am the unfortunate little white rabbit. My heart starts to pound rapidly in my chest and I back up ever so slightly, the coolness of the windowpane raising goosebumps up my spine. Andrei steps forward, coming closer to me, effectively pinning me between his huge body and the NYC backdrop. I draw a sharp intake of breath when he pushes up against me, his thick frame oppressive and imposing.
“In that case, I will tell you what I want…” he growls, leaning down so that his rugged profile is only mere inches from my own face. My heart is racing so fast I worry it might explode. Tracing my jawline with one long finger, he whispers, “I want you.”
And with that, he swoops in to press his lips against mine, and my breath catches in my throat as my whole body stiffens. His hand comes around to cup the back of my head and his tongue pushes gently into my mouth, a sensation I have never even dreamed of before.
“Andrei,” I gasp when he releases me for a moment. My mind is racing and I can’t manage to pin a single coherent thought in place. I can feel some strange, foreign warmth spreading from the forbidden space between my legs. His hand drops down to grope my backside, hard. I let out a soft squeal, feeling my cheeks burn bright pink. What is he doing? How is he making me feel this way? This cannot be what God intends.
“Chyort, you are so beautiful,” he says, his voice gravelly and low.
“I — I don’t know wh-what to do,” I stammer softly, searching his handsome face for some kind of reasonable answer. I don’t understand what I should be doing with my hands, my lips. And should I really feel this good?
My entire body is surging with heat and — dare I admit it? — desire.
“Shh, malyshka, you don’t have to do anything. Let me take control.”
Before I can utter another syllable, his lips are on mine again, more forcefully this time. His hands rove up and down my body, squeezing my backside, my hips, and sliding up to cup my breasts. Part of me wants to revolt against this sinful assault and push his hands away, break away down to the street and run all the way home to my quiet town, back to my routine and my closed-off life. But the devil himself must have worked his way into my bones, because I find myself totally powerless, limp and pliable in the arms of this hulking, dangerous man.
And what’s more, I am even enjoying it.
When he dives forward to graze his teeth along my neck, I can’t suppress a surprised moan falling from my lips. I tremble at his touch, the drag of his teeth and suckling of his lips bordering on slightly painful to my tingling skin. But I don’t pull away, even when he brushes the hair off of my shoulder and slides the sleeve of my wedding dress down to reveal more of my collarbone. He plants a trail of hard, nipping kisses along my throat and chest, my breath quickening as his lips move downward toward my heaving breasts. I am not ample-bosomed by any means, as my frame is more slender and slight, but Andrei seems hungry for my flesh.
I want to whisper no, to protest this blatant sin, but I can’t find the words.
He hastily unlaces my wedding dress and pushes it down, the sudden onslaught of cool air on my exposed skin making me gasp. I am now clad only in a simple white lace bra and matching panties, and garters on my trembling thighs. Andrei lets out a raspy groan at the sight of me and I feel myself growing damp between my legs, to my dismay. I know, logically, that he has already seen me nearly naked before, in that horrible, dank basement. But this? This is completely different. It’s just the two of us, and I am not being paraded for sale.
I’ve already been bought.
I belong to this man completely and utterly, and my body is his possession.
So I don’t stop him when he unhooks my bra and tosses it aside, my nipples standing erect in the cool air. Andrei cups my breasts and drags his tongue across my right nipple, causing me to cry out with an unexpected jolt of pleasure. All of this is so foreign to me; I have never even touched my own body in this way before, as it is a terrible sin to do so.
But it feels more heavenly than sinful, the way his lips and fingertips caress and tease my breasts, nipping and fondling me until I cry out and clutch at his back, trying desperately to draw him ever closer to me. I’ve never felt like this before, and even though I know deep down that this is the devil’s work, I can’t help longing for more.
“Ohh, Andrei,” I breathe, my eyes rolling back in my head. He grunts his appreciation, his mouth trailing down my taut stomach in a ticklish path of kisses. When he reaches my panties, I hold my breath unintentionally, waiting to see what he does next.