Chapter 22 - Vlad

I had Emory in my bed as fast as humanly possible, and not for the first time, I wished that I could have just teleported back her. Every second with my lips not touching her felt too long, too far away.

I needed her. I needed Emory all around me, a part of me.

Kissing her again, I hovered over her as I started unbuttoning her shirt, the damn thing not cooperating nearly as much as it should. I was about halfway through when I just tore the damn thing off and started working on her skirt. Emory's panties were useless now, and I slid them off with her skirt, chucking both somewhere in my room.

She followed me up as I knelt on the bed, her hands going to the hem of my shirt and helping to pull it over my head. I ate up her skin's gorgeous, warm color, raking my eyes over her curves as she practically glowed in the dim lighting.

Emory's flesh was smooth and perfect beneath my hands, and I lowered down to her chest, kissing her deep tan skin everywhere I could. A low, throaty moan escaped her, and I loved the way she reeled, arching up as I teased her nipples.

"Vlad!"

"That's it, baby. Let me hear you."

I would never get enough of the hard little buds. As I hovered over her, Emory's stare scanned over me appreciatively.

"What?" I cocked a brow as she looked me over.

"Umm," Emory laughed. "I'm just looking at your tattoos. They're so…beautiful. I've been curious about them."

Smiling, I looked down at myself. I often forgot that tattoos like this weren't the norm. Ivan and Abe were covered, too, and most people in the "business" were covered as well.

"Oh. Well, I mean, they're pretty self-explanatory."

Emory squinted at me, grinning. "Well, what about this?"

As I looked down where she was pointing at my chest, Emory's fingers smoothed over the intricate lines of the tattoo, tickling but igniting my nerves as well.

"Weeping angles done in black-and-gray in the positions of ‘hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil.'"

She laughed again as I gave her the cut-and-dry of it, and then her fingers walked up my stomach to my chest and then to my right arm.

"And here?"

"A black-and-gray chimera coat of arms. For my family."

Emory continued to grin, dusting her fingers over my chest to my opposite shoulder. "And this?"

"A bleeding rose, with the blood-colored red and decorations that go down to my hand. Kind of what you'd expect. Violence and mafia shit."

Laughing, Emory pointed to my other hand, lifted it to her mouth, and kissed the woman.

"My gun hand. My mother."

Her eyes widened, and she kissed the spot again before turning it over and presenting my forearm.

"And these?"

On either forearm were the Russian words кровь and усилие. "Blood and effort. The things that rule my life. Or at least did."

She nodded and then pointed to the stark black designs I had etched on my right forearm at the front and around my neck.

"And the fascination with Gothic architecture?" Emory grinned, kissing my neck as I fought to answer around her distractions.

"Same as the ghost on my back. Looks cool."

But with that, I pulled back enough to shuck my pants and then pinned her down to the bed once more.

"No more talking, precious. Unless you're calling out my name, of course."

I sucked her nipple into my mouth, nibbling playfully, and Emory's hands laced through my hair, gripping the short locks as I did everything to tease and pleasure those perfect buds.

Taking one more nip on her nipple, I straightened and then sunk lower, traveling my lips down the smooth plain of her stomach. Nothing would ever be as good as how exquisite Emory tasted, the way she fell apart when I used my tongue.

I dipped a finger inside her, finding that warm, wet core that I knew so intimately.

"Oh, fuck, Vlad."

Sliding my other hand around the back of her neck, I leaned up and pulled Emory toward my lips. She was forced to arch even more, thrusting my fingers deeper. She clenched around me, riding my hand as she swiveled her hips. So, I slid in another finger, giving Emory more to work with.

"Ugh," she groaned against my lips, and I pulled back to smirk down at her.

"Do you like that, precious?"

Emory nodded vigorously. "Oh, God, yes."

Her body yielded to me so damn beautifully, and my heart was so damn full that I worried it might actually burst. Emory was everything I never let myself want, and I was committed to enjoying her, pleasing her, for the rest of my damn life.

She worked herself hard on my fingers, getting herself right to the edge of an orgasm.

"Damn, precious. You're so tight and warm." I kissed her neck. "Tell me. Tell me again how I was your first. How I'll be your last."

I toyed with her pussy quicker and quicker, getting Emory so damn worked up, and fuck, it was gorgeous. Her moaning, slick beauty filled my soul to bursting.

"Yes, Vlad. You claimed all of me for the first time. It belongs to you. Every inch of me belongs to you."

The confirmation spurred me on, Emory's vocalization of the truth lighting up my nerves like a bolt of electricity.

"That's fucking right, baby. You're all fucking mine."

I twirled my fingers inside her and found her clit with my thumb. Emory gasped, her core clamping down as her head fell back. She orgasmed hard, falling apart for me.

"Fucking hell." I slid my fingers free, and in a lovely haze, Emory watched me lick her cum from them. "I need to hear you make that sound again."

Practically leaping onto the bed, I yanked Emory to my lips as he drove my cock all the way home. She let out a delightful squeak, and I groaned, licking across her tongue as I squeezed her hips and began thrusting.

I pumped hard and fast, sliding in and out of Emory's wet pussy in a delicious rhythm. Growling low, I lost everything to the feeling of barreling into her and her walls clamped down around my shaft. I was right at the brink of release, and something told me that Emory was, too.

It wasn't long before she came again, quivering around me as her body exploded with pleasure. It was a damn dream, feeling her again when I'd been so sure there was never going to work out. I'd never been so happy to be proven wrong.

Emory's nails dug into me, that lick of pain that excited my nerves, taking things to a brand new level of euphoria. The moment stretched on, and then I hoisted Emory onto my lap, making her ride me as I took her breast in my mouth and bit down on her pert nipple.

"Ugh! Vlad!" She clenched, her nails piercing enough that I'd have tiny little crescent moons to keep me company for days. "It's too much…it's…ugh!"

"You're going to take everything I give you, baby. So cry out for me; let me hear how much I own you."

Emory moaned and cried and screamed. It was music to my fucking ears, and she took everything just like instructed. Her body was tossed about as I fucked into her without mercy, and she held onto me so damn tight.

Her perfect body milked my orgasm, and in a rush, I was flung over that edge into oblivion. I thickened even more inside her, bottoming out in her tight core and nudging her cervix as I sunk in so very deep.

It was pure bliss, and I flooded her until overflowing as I emptied my spend in torrents of sensation. I felt like I was floating. No, flying, and I never wanted to come down from the experience.

My heart was fucking soaring, and I gripped onto Emory with everything I had, riding this out until we were both gasping and exhausted, her arms wrapped around my neck and showing no signs of letting go.

After a moment, I leaned back, and a burst of emotion struck me, undeniable and pure.

"I love you, Emory. And I haven't done that shit since my mother. Not really. Not like this."

She smiled, her eyes going glassy. "I love you too, Vlad. And I understand, really. I won't leave you."

"You better fucking not. I need you." I rested my forehead against hers. "You saved me, Emory. You saved every bit of me—body and soul."

"I promise to take care of them. Always."

I looked up at her again, taking her face in my hands.

"Always."