The Most Coveted Prize(11)

He knew she was a virgin? How could he?

Kiryl watched the shadow-play of light and dark dapple Alena's silver  eyes, their lucidity as ill uminating as St Petersburg's famous "white  nights', when the daylight never truly disappeared. Her lips had parted;  the softest pink colour was warming her skin. She was trembling in his  hold, held captive by his sexuality and her own response to it.

Her virginity made her an even easier target for the success of his  plans. She certainly wasn't a virgin because she was lacking in  sensuality, so her chasteness must have been imposed on her-either by  circumstance or her brother, or perhaps a combination of both. Kiryl  gave a small mental shrug. Why she was still a virgin was immaterial. It  simply made it easier for him to overwhelm her sensually and  emotionally. For his plan to succeed he needed to convince her that she  loved him, and of course that he loved her back. And his plan would  succeed. It had to.

He lifted his free hand to her neck, gently brushing away her hair so  that he could curl his fingers round her slender nape. Her eyes were  pure silver now, and brilliant with emotion. Looking into them he told  her softly, "You do know, don't you, that I'm going to kiss you?'

Her heart seemed to jump into her throat, her stomach hollowing with an  aching excitement and desire that spilled over into the lower part of  her body, making it pulse with a wild surge of longing.

She lifted her hand to his face and touched the skin that was drawn so  smoothly over the high cheekbones. Danger glittered in the malachite  depths of his eyes, promising a treasure greater than any priceless  stone. His breath against her lips commanded them to part still further,  and his fingers caressing the nape of her neck under her hair were  sending frantic shivers of arousal coursing through her body. Urgency  leapt from nerve-ending to nerve-ending within her, spreading like  wildfire, until she was possessed by it, the whole of her body one  fierce wild ache of need that would not be denied. She wanted this-and  him-so badly.

With a small yearning sound she moved closer to him, offering him her mouth and closing her eyes as she did so.

"No!' Kiryl told her, the word exploding into the sensual tension they  were creating. "No. Don't close your eyes. I want to look into them when  I kiss you. I want to watch the pleasure we shal create together being  born. Pleasure such as previously you can only have imagined, little  virgin.

Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me as I want you.'

How could she resist or deny him when every word he spoke only  reinforced what she was already feeling? She couldn't-but neither could  she find the words to speak her need. Instead she could only press her  mouth against his with passionate intensity, feeling them burn against  the hard maleness of his before they were taken and possessed, shown and  taught lessons of demand and desire and sensuality that were as he had  promised her: a world-no, a whole galaxy-away from anything her  imagination had ever created.

This need, this desire, this hunger he was creating and feeding inside  her was both new to her and yet at the same time had an age-old  elemental familiarity that called to all within her that was female. She  knew that-and she knew something else as well. She knew that the  feelings and needs that were surrounding her and filling her now were  being conjured from deep within her by the only man who would ever have  the power to call them into life. The only man for her for ever. She  knew that so deep within herself that she felt the knowledge must have  somehow been born with her, and that he must surely be her destiny.



The stroke of Kiryl's tongue against her own-moving rhythmically,  darting, lingering, thrusting with hard demand, then coaxing and  teaching her to return the hot intimacy of that caress-set fresh desire  exploding inside her. A dazzling banquet of new sensations to experience  of which this was only the first course; a thousand new pleasures to  know.                       
       
           



       

Beneath her clothes, her body ached with feverish hunger-her breasts  swelling, pushing imploringly against the fabric that denied them the  possession of Kiryl's touch. Beneath the ravishment of her senses by his  kiss her need brought a soft moan to her throat.

Holding her mouth beneath his own, Kiryl looked down into her  arousal-drenched gaze. Her face was softly flushed, her look pleading,  her body quivering like a finely tuned string instrument with the need  he had created within it. He could see the outline of her breasts  against the fine fabric of the primly buttoned high-necked blouse she  was wearing, her nipples stiff and erect. Without saying a word he  lifted his mouth from hers and placed it instead over the silk-covered  crest of the breast he had cupped with his hand, and then he sucked  deeply and hard on it, until she cried out and twisted frantically in  his hold, gasping his name with a shuddering breath.

still without speaking he returned his mouth to hers, nipping sensually  at her bottom lip and then thrusting his tongue deep into the soft  wetness of her mouth as he covered the now swol en mound of her sex with  his free hand and kneaded it rhythmically. Alena clung desperately to  him.

"Is this good for you? Is it what you want? Tell me, Alena. Tell me that  you want the caress of my mouth against your naked breasts, the taste  of your sex against my lips.'

Alena shuddered wildly as his words unleashed shockingly intimate images  inside her head, accompanied by unbearably intense surges of desire.  With each word he was taking her deeper into a world in which he was her  only compass, her lodestar, her only point of rationality, her guide,  her leader, her saviour and her all.

"Tell me that you want my touch, my need, my desire for you. Tell me that you want me, Alena,' Kiryl demanded of her.

The sound Alena made was that of a woman aroused to the point where  nothing else mattered. She was lost-helpless to resist the surge of  biting, devouring, sensual need that Kiryl had conjured up inside her,  which had savaged her self-control.

"Yes, I want you,' she told him in small, desperate gasped breaths that  pulsated with her arousal and formed the words he wanted to hear. "I  want you. I  … '

From her handbag her mobile trilled impatiently, warning her of an  incoming text. It dragged her unceremoniously back into the world of  reality. She turned towards the sound.

"Leave it,' Kiryl commanded her.

"I can't-it might be Vasilii.'

The grim look that darkened Kiryl's eyes warned her that he wasn't  pleased, but Alena knew that Vasilii would worry if she didn't answer  his message.

Just the mere act of hurrying over to her handbag brought home to her  the changes that Kiryl had already wrought within her body. Each  movement reinforced the agonised ache of sensuality that now flooded it.  Although he wasn't even touching her Kiryl still possessed her senses,  and through them her body. Her breast ached in torment where he had  drawn her desire for his touch there to its now frantic throbbing peak.  The hot swelling of her sex was something she felt with every step she  took. Her whole body shook with the knowledge of how he had transformed  her and how much she wanted him. So very much. Now and for always. Part  of her was glad.

Her hand trembled as she removed her mobile from her handbag and checked the text, telling Kiryl, "It is from Vasilii.'

As he watched her read her half-brother's message Kiryl saw a small frown pleat her forehead.

"Something's wrong?' he guessed, going over to her.

"Not really. Vasilii says that his business negotiations are taking  longer than he expected and he will not now be returning to London for  another five days. I was looking forward to telling him in person about  your wonderful donation to the charity, but now I'll have to text him  instead.'

Kiryl tensed inwardly. The last thing he wanted was Vasilii Demidov  getting wind of his presence in his half-sister's life until he himself  chose to make him aware of that fact.

"Why not wait to tell him until he returns? Then you can do so and show  him the cheque at the same time,' he suggested with a smile.

"Yes. Yes, I will,' Alena agreed. Suddenly she felt acutely  self-conscious. Vasilii's text had disrupted the feeling of connection  to Kiryl she had had, leaving her feeling uncertain and physically  unnerved by the intensity of her sexual response to him. Without the  warmth of his arms around her that intensity now felt more than she was  able to handle. "I think I should leave now,' she told Kiryl.

"Running away from me?' he taunted.

It was unfortunate that her brother had texted when he had. It was a  very necessary part of Kiryl's plan that he had Alena completely under  his spell sexually, and that meant not just arousing her but possessing  her as well, winning her total confidence, her total subjugation to him,  so that his will mattered more to her than that of anyone  else-including her half-brother. It meant giving her the very best sex  she could imagine having