Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

C aroline

"I'm not good at this. I mean…"

My God. I was admitting my inexperience to him. For some crazy reason, it felt like I should, as if he should know what he was getting himself into.

Vadim responded by placing his finger across my lips. " Nastoyashchaya strast', glubokaya svyaz' ne imeyet nichego obshchego s opytom ."

I stared at him quizzically, opening and closing my mouth.

He chuckled softly, pressing a series of kisses against one cheek then the other before whispering the translation. "I said that true passion, a deep connection has nothing to do with experience."

Were we connected? Was this filthy act we were about to share more than just fulfilling a carnal need? What did it matter at this point?

"Never forget how beautiful you are."

"Even with pink hair?" I tangled the fingers of one hand through my strands as I slipped my other around his neck, delighted by the silky feel of his thick hair.

"Yes, even with pink hair." Another flash of lightning highlighted the intense look he held, the man ready to devour every inch of me. Very gently he eased me back against the sheets, remaining on his knees as the storm continued.

But oddly enough, I was no longer afraid. In fact, I was elated by the surge in both aspects of electricity.

He planted his hands on either side of me, taking his time to drop his head. Another barrage of Russian left his mouth but the words were barely a whisper, yet so exciting.

I pressed my hands against the bed, fisting the sheets before arching my back, opening my legs as a blatant invitation. He pulled back, his nostrils flaring as he lowered his head, allowing his eyes to trail all the way down to my smooth pussy. As he started to pepper kisses across my shoulder, I twisted back and forth on the sheets. Just the way he was taking his time darting his tongue across my skin was driving me crazy. The need only continued to build, pushing the limits of pleasure, guiding me straight into the beginnings of rapture.

When he reached my stomach, I fisted my hands, another wave of embarrassment stifling my breath. I even pressed one flexed hand across my face, fighting the anxiety. He was old enough he'd done this hundreds of times. Right? I wanted to laugh, trying to calm down. His experience was exactly what I needed. "I'm nervous," I said rather out of the blue.

"Relax, baby. I'm going to make you feel so good." The husky tone of his voice was soothing, but when he passed his hand across my naked pussy, I jerked up from the bed, my breathing shallow.

He crawled between my legs, lifting and spreading them wide. There was no rush, no push to get me to do anything, just an amazing closeness as he rubbed his hands on my inner thighs. His caress was soft and tingly. I closed my eyes as he blew across my wetness, muttering something under his breath that I couldn't understand.

As he gathered my legs into his arms, I bristled, every muscle stiffening. He rolled his thumb around my clit, pressing against it as I struggled to keep quiet. The moment he pinched the already sensitive bud, he sent heart-stopping sensations straight to my pelvis. Then as he slid his tongue around my tender tissue, I was pulled into a beautiful vacuum that I never wanted to leave. Breathless, my mind spinning out of control, I squeezed my hands around the sheet, tugging and pulling as I pointed my toes. "Oh, God. Oh… My God." I tried to keep from laughing out of nervousness.

"Do you like that?"

His voice dripped of continued lust, the gravelly tone sending an array of vibrations to the darkest center of my being. "Yes. God. Yes." My mouth was dry, my pulse racing.

The way he was taking his time left me aching, wanting more.

Vivid images flooded my mind, the fantasies entirely different than before. Juicier.

More forbidden.

He lifted my hips off the bed, burying his tongue inside my tight channel and it was all I could do to keep from screaming. I bit my lower lip, twisting my head back and forth. I'd never had such pleasure and a series of emotions raced through me. I was cold and hot, anxious and floating on air, my mind completely frozen to anything but utter bliss. I writhed in his hold, spinning out of control as he pushed a single finger inside. I was so tight, so hot and wet that I couldn't seem to stop panting.

I knew the moment he realized I'd never been touched by another man by the way he lifted his head, his breathing heavier than before. I wanted to reassure him.

Or maybe to apologize.

Then I sensed he had no intention of stopping. He widened my legs, sliding a second then third finger inside. I gasped for air as he plunged his tongue inside, flicking it back and forth.

Oh, dear God. I was going to lose my mind. "I… Yes, um…" The laugh finally came, my vision completely blurred but I no longer cared. My breathing was all over the place, and I was so close, so close to releasing stars etched in gold floating in front of my eyes.

As he continued licking, he flexed his fingers open, driving in slow and even thrusts. Within seconds, I was no longer breathing, unable to think, the pleasure was so great. Panting, I arched my back, reaching for him with one hand as the beginnings of an orgasm tickled my toes, shooting up my legs.

"Come for me," he ordered and there was no way to ignore his command.

Panting, I couldn't remember if any man had ever brought me to orgasm this way. I tossed my head back and forth as if I was fighting the inevitable.

"I said. Come. Now."

How could a girl like me ignore a command from a man like him?

As the climax tore through me, I pressed the back of my hand across my mouth. This was what ecstasy had to be. My entire body was like a live wire, crackling in the middle of a storm, my core throbbing.

"Oh, my God. Oh. Oh. Yes. Yes." I think I was pounding my fist on the bed, tossing my head as a crackle of energy and white-hot heat tore through me.

"Come for me again." His voice rumbled and I had no idea how I possibly could. He seemed to know how to make me even wetter, driving his tongue so deeply inside that there was no chance of being freed from another wave of sheer bliss.

The wave was incredible, the explosion of sensations stealing any sound I could make. I was blinded by the extreme passion, falling into the sweet release that I'd only achieved with my fingers. This was entirely different, a freedom that I'd fantasized about, envisioning the perfect man.

And here he was, as if the gods had provided me with a perfect gift.

If only it could last forever.

I was shaking uncontrollably, the vibrations from the intense round of pleasure humming through me continually. I was panting, moaning in slow stretches while he continued to growl.

When I'd stopped shaking, he eased my legs down, brushing the tips of his fingers down the outside of my thigh. I rolled partially over, embarrassed for no other reason than I'd never climaxed in front of anyone before. I took several deep breaths, staring out the window, the sound of twigs peppering the glass due to the storm matching the rapid beating of my heart.

Blinking rapidly, I was terrified I was babbling something incomprehensible but if I was, the dangerous man didn't seem to notice.

The moment he straddled me, I slowly lifted my head, darting my eyes back and forth. For some reason, I expected to see disappointment, but there was nothing but an increase in need, the tenseness of his muscles indicating he was no longer capable of controlling his desires. I planted both my palms on his chest, kneading his muscles as his scent filled me, sizzling me.

This was perfect.

He was perfect.

A glorious specimen of a glorious male.

I wanted to be covered with his scent, but the chance of discovery was too strong. Another wave of emotions rushed into me, and tears threatened to give me away. I refused to allow them. As he shifted his legs between mine, I held my breath as I'd done so many times before, my pussy muscles clenching and releasing in anticipation.

He was so large, his cock fully engorged, and I was fearful that he'd rip me apart. There was something so special about the way he splayed out my hair on his pillow, sliding his fingers through my long strands. As if he wanted this moment to last as long as possible, just like I did. After trailing his fingers down my chest, he lifted a single leg, bending it at the knee then pressing his lips against the inside.

There was such a connection between us, heated and intense, and as I slowly lowered one of my hands, finally wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, a smile crossed my face. His cock was throbbing, so large that I shuddered all over again just thinking about him sliding it deep inside.

As I started to stroke him, the corners of his mouth were turned up, his eyes narrowing. He allowed me to explore, enjoying teasing him as he'd done with me, relishing the feel of his sex. But as our combined hunger continued to grow, he took full control once again, removing my hand and shifting the tip to my swollen folds. I'd never been so wet, the ache unlike anything I'd felt before.

When the tip was just inside, he placed his forearms on the bed on each side of me, lowering his head until our lips were almost touching. I rolled my hands down his sides, marveling in the feel of his hardness. He never blinked, never allowed his eyes to shift away from me for one second as he slowly pushed inside.

There were a few seconds of pain that were quickly washed away into the most incredible roar of tingling sensations. Panting, I wrapped one leg around his, arching my back, hungering to feel all of him. My muscles stretched, screaming as he filled me completely. The ache was intense, powerful in a way that I couldn't attach words to.

He hesitated, restraining himself from driving the remaining inches into my core. I tilted my head, forcing our lips to touch.

"What do you want, cherished one?" he asked, as if this was my choice. I doubted he'd ever asked anyone something like this in his entire life. I felt honored, in awe of the moment, uncertain I could let go enough to say anything.

"I… I don't know."

"No need to be afraid, Caroline. You are safe with me in every way."

Safe.

I felt safe and cherished.

If only for the moment. "Everything."

"You'll need to be more specific, beauty. I can't read minds."

"I thought you could do everything, that you were all powerful."

His deep chuckle sent a thrill through me all the way to my toes. "I guess we shall see. Now, you will obey me. You will heed my commands. So, tell me. What do you want?"

"Fuck me. Don't hold back, Vadim. I need you. Drive your cock deep inside. Make me feel even more special than you already have."

If he was startled by my words or disappointed because good girls shouldn't be saying such filthy things, I wouldn't know. The expression on his face was even more carnal than before. He brushed his lips back and forth across mine then did as I asked, thrusting the remainder inside, capturing my mouth to keep my cry exploding into his.

I scratched my nails down his arm, wrapping my fingers around his solid muscle as if I needed to hold on. He was the only stabilizing presence in my life, the only reason I got up every morning. And he was the sole reason I was still breathing.

He was my everything.

And I wanted more. Forever more.

You will burn in hell.

Now it was my father's turn to scold me. I wanted to laugh. Maybe I would the next time I saw him. Look, Daddy. I'm no longer your good girl.

As if I ever had been.

Vadim grabbed my other leg, yanking it around his hip as he broke the kiss, his heavy breathing floating across my face like wildfire. As he pulled almost all the way out, I grasped his hips, trying to lift mine. The hunger was too great, fulfilling the need the only thing that mattered.

Another series of stars floated in front of my eyes as the sweet betrayal of our bodies came to fruition. I clung to him, intertwining my legs as he lifted his hips once again, plunging even harder than before.

My breath turned to slow, soft gasps as he developed a rhythm, plunging in and out, pushing every beautiful boundary. I was driven into a lull, unable to focus as he trailed rough, hungry kisses down my jawline, rubbing his lips across to my ear. His whisper was harsh, telling and a promise of things to come.

"I'm going to fuck you for hours. And then I'll start over again."

If only that could be the truth. If only this could be reality instead of a single, beautiful fantasy.

Shuddering in his hold, every plunge became more brutal as his needs intensified, and he lost his ability to maintain control. As my muscles continued to stretch, I knew that without a shadow of a doubt I would never be able to free my mind of wanting him. He should be my forever, not just my first.

I shut my eyes, squeezing them to keep from becoming emotional, concentrating on the continued blast of pleasure. As he drove into me hard and fast, the tingling morphed into another climax so shockingly powerful it twisted my stomach, igniting every synapse.

"Yes. Yes…" I lolled my head to the side, gasping for air as the orgasm continued roaring through me, every nerve ending in flames. When he finally pressed the full weight of his body against mine, I let out a slow and scattered sigh. Then he wrenched my arms over my head, holding them captive, kissing me as if his life depended on doing so, hungrily and without reservation. I was taken aback by his aggressiveness, his need to devour every inch of me, but I'd never felt such utter bliss in my life.

As he overwhelmed me with his tongue, thrusting it in and out, I realized I'd never felt so wanted or so alive. I struggled in his hold for no other reason than I wasn't used to being treated so possessively, but his kiss continued to ignite the stoked fire deep within.

He lifted his head, holding my gaze as he'd done before, grinding his hips into me as his jaw clenched. His entire body was shaking, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before he released deep inside, filling me with his seed, fulfilling the beautiful fantasy. I refused to blink, taking in every precious moment and when his hips began to jerk, he thrust even harder, stealing what was left of my breath.

He gasped for air, grunting as he threw back his head. As he erupted deep inside, I had never felt so fulfilled or satisfied in my life.

Seconds later, he pressed his forehead against mine, gasping for air, and I closed my eyes, falling into a dark abyss, a sweet golden haze that I prayed would never end.

We were close, so close, but my gut told me this would be the only taste. We weren't destined to be lovers.

We weren't designed to be friends.

He was my savior.

My protector.

And my best friend's father.

The slippery slope was widening.

Only seconds later, he rose from the bed, brushing his fingers down my chest to my right leg, taking his time as if this was the first and only time he would allow such a weakness to occur.

And without saying another word, he left his own bedroom, perhaps in search of solace.

Or some possible concept of redemption.