Chapter 6 - Natalie

When I walk into the living area, I am taken aback. A wall of windows offers a view of Central Park, and a large sliding door leads out onto the terrace.

The floors are polished white stone, and dark wood tones run through the living room, right up to the massive dining table in the middle of the room and the open-plan kitchen.

My breath catches as I walk over to the kitchen area–the sheer expanse of the room defies my childhood memories. Marina and I enjoyed a cozy life snug in a small house. Our whole house would have fitted into this living area.

Leon follows me, observing me intently as I run my fingers over the smooth white marble countertops and trace the dark veins with my fingertips.

I open one of the fluted glass doors and find another smaller kitchen behind it. "Another kitchen?"

"A butler's pantry." Leon perches himself on one of the wooden bar stools and leans against the cream-colored cushion.

Closing the door, I looked at the paneled cabinets. "Where is the fridge?"

Leon gets up and opens one of the tall cabinets. "In here. Do you want anything to drink?"

"Whatever you have is good." I go to the windows and walk along them until I reach the sliding door. As I step out onto the terrace, I hear the popping of a cork from inside.

I lean against the stone railing surrounding the terrace, where vines with beautiful purple flowers climb up. A spiral staircase at the corner leads to the terrace on the floor above.

Leon comes outside, two glasses of champagne in his hand, the little bubbles floating on the surface. "Do you like what you see so far?"

"Your home is breathtaking. I"ve never seen anything like it, only in movies."

He holds the glass out to me before pulling back a little. "You are twenty-one, aren't you?"

"Few weeks shy of it." I take the glass from him. "Not that it would matter. Where I'm from, we are legal at eighteen."

He sips his champagne. "And where might that be?"

"Rossiya, za posledniye pyantnadtsat' let."

His eyes widen, glass stilling halfway to his mouth.

"Russia, in the last fifteen years?" He grins and translates me word for word. "Impressive. You barely have an accent. I wouldn't have guessed that. So, you figured out that I'm Russian too."

The cool breeze tugs at the hem of my dress, creeping it higher up my legs. I step away from the railing, taking in the plush black and white loungers and the fireplace at the side.

Goose bumps cover my skin, and I'm not sure if it's the chill in the air or the way Leon is looking at me. His heated gaze releases a swarm of butterflies in my tummy. I take another sip of champagne to calm them.

As if he could read my mind, he steps closer, puts a hand on the back of my arm, and leads me back inside. "Let's get back inside; it's too cold tonight." His tone sounds more like a command.

I"m aware that we"re on our way to having sex, so I babble nervously. "I lived in a predominantly English neighborhood and attended an English school. My teachers would beat us if they heard the slightest hint of an accent."

He nods and lets out a low grunt as he guides me over to the plush couch. I notice that my head only comes up to about his shoulder without my heels. With my five-foot-five frame, I'd put him well over six feet. He towers over me. I know I shouldn't, but instead of feeling scared, I feel safe.

We sit down, and his warmth surrounds me, his scent of cigars and raw masculinity, and I'd willingly drown in it. When his legs brush against mine, the friction sends an electric current through my body, zapping me to my very core.

As we share a steamy look, I realize I know nothing about him.

"You know so much about me," I say softly as I cross one leg over the other and lean in. "Tell me about yourself."

"What do you want to know?" He drapes one arm over the back of the couch, his fingers circling lightly on my shoulder.

His touch is confident and deliberate. The little smirk at the corner of his mouth tells me he knows exactly what he's doing. But I don't mind. This could be my first one-night stand, and I want it—no strings attached—one night. I'll be out of here and never have to see him again.

"How old are you?" I ask, stifling a moan as he begins to massage my shoulder. His fingers press into the muscles and loosen the knots entangled there after a day at the easel.

"Thirty-eight."

I would have guessed younger. But I don't give a damn. He"s sexy as hell, and I want to dig my hands into the dark, thick, wavy strands that threaten to flop over his forehead.

"Have you always lived in New York?"

His thumb brushes over my pulse. I'm sure he can feel how fast my heart is beating. He runs his fingers over my jawline as he turns my head toward him. "I grew up here, but I have homes worldwide."

"You trying to impress me?" I ask in a teasing tone.

"Oh, solnyshko, I believe you are already more than impressed with me." His gravelly laugh makes my cheeks flush. Here he was, knowing all too well that I'm already a lost cause.

"Well, um … the Renoir in the hallway was a good start." I rasp.

Leon's gaze falls on my mouth, his bright blue eyes burning hot with hunger and lust. I know what's coming and can"t hold back any longer. I'm done with the boring old me. I'm tired of playing it safe. I'm ready to let this experienced man take me to new places to worship my body.

He leans forward, his lips ghosting over mine, his warm breath fanning my face. "Ask me for what you want, Natalie."

"Potseluy menya."

Leon does what I ask, presses his lips to mine, and kisses me. His one hand slides from my shoulder to the back of my neck, his fingers fisting into my hair, as his other hand rests on my waist. He pulls me close to him, his grip firm and tight, and I close my eyes as his tongue runs along the seam of my mouth. I don't part my lips just yet, wanting him to take control.

A low growl sounds deep in his chest as I arch into his grip, pressing my breasts against his firm chest. He takes my lower lip between his teeth, and I moan as he bites down harder, pushes his tongue in, and plunders my mouth. My breathing is faster, my nipples pebble, and my panties become unpleasantly damp—desire blossoms inside me with every stroke of his tongue.

His fingers give my hair a sharp tug and yank my head back; he crowds me until I'm lying on the couch, and his giant body hovers over mine.

"Natalie."

My name rolled over his lips in a gruff tone. It sounded more like a command.

The outline of his erection presses against my lower stomach through the layers that separate us. I run my hands over his chest, feel his muscles tense and relax under my touch.

He growls and sinks his teeth into my neck, not enough to hurt but enough to claim. His possessiveness only heats me more, and as he presses his cock into my core, flames ignite. My fingers curl into his shirt, my nails scraping through the fabric frantically as he doesn't stop his hip movements.

My lust-filled brain tries to make sense of it all, and I gasp, "I want this. I want you."

His blue eyes roamed my face, and for a moment, he paused. "You're not a virgin, are you?" he asks in a rough and jagged voice as he pulls away from me.

"No." I wrap a hand around his neck, longing to have him close again, longing for more of him as my arousal seeps through the silky thong.

"How many?" He kisses his way down my throat and hovers over my thrumming pulse. "How many men have tasted that sweet pussy before me?"

"None."

Leon stops sucking on my neck, propping himself higher on one arm to look down at me. "You said you weren't a virgin."

"I'm not." Warmth spreads through my body, and I'm fighting a blush as I glance away from him. "My ex-boyfriend thought it was gross."

Leon takes my chin in his hand. "Eyes on me when we're talking, Natalie."

I nod; my core is clenching at his command.

He lets go of my chin; his hand travels down the curve of my waist before it slips between my legs. His fingers graze the wet fabric of my thong. I'm lost in sensation–his tongue swipes mine in time with the lazy caresses between my legs. His thumb presses against my clit, and my aching pussy throbs.

"Fucking idiot," Leon smirks, shoving the scrap of material to the side. "I'm convinced you'll taste like the best dessert I've ever had."

I try to press my legs together to get some of the friction I need, but all I succeed in doing is pressing against his hips.

Leon chuckles. "Don't rush, solnyshko. I'm going to fuck you all night long. By the time I finally let you fall asleep, you're not going to know your own name, let alone the pathetic man who wouldn't even taste you."

He gets off me, sitting up and motioning for me to stand. "Undress for me."

My legs feel like jelly as I stand up and reach for the zipper at my back. He helps me unzip and then leans back into the cushions, his arms spread out to either side on the backrest of the couch.

I glance down at his crotch and notice he's pitching a tent so large that it would fit four people, wondering how that's going to fit inside me.

Leon arches an eyebrow. "Taking your time and trying to tease me will only result in punishment, Natalie."

He's already going to be punishing me with his massive cock, so I hurry to let the dress fall to the floor. I unclasp my bra, nipples puckering as soon as the fabric drops. It's not quite a sexy show of stripping, but it's expedient. Leon's gaze drops to my breasts while I hook my fingers into the sides of my thong.

"Good girl. Take it off, and let me see that dripping pussy. I want to see how much you want me right now."

I bravely turn around so that my back is to him and bend over, letting the thong slide down my legs, and step out of it.

He groans, his large hands palming my ass, keeping me bent over in front of him. His fingers dig into the creases of my hips, and he yanks me back to his face. His warm breath skates over my pussy before his tongue glides from one end to the other through my slippery folds in one long stroke.

It's something I've never felt before. I jolt, and massive waves of pleasure roll through my body. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, fireworks explode inside me. I lose myself in everything he is. I am lost in his touch. I am lost in his taste.

"Fucking hell." He takes a breath and groans.

I breathe shakily as I brace myself on the glass coffee table while his tongue devours me incessantly as if I were his favorite ice cream.

Only when my legs begin to tremble does he pull me into his lap, one hand cupping my breast while the other slides between my legs.

"Kiss me, Natalie. Taste yourself and tell me that it's not the best fucking thing you've ever had."

As I turn my head to kiss him, he slides a finger into me.

My hips rock forward into his touch as his tongue battles mine, sweeping through my mouth until all I can taste is my arousal.

We both moan as he breaks away from my mouth, kissing his way down my neck as his finger pushes deeper into me.

Leon's hard length presses against my ass as he teasingly takes my nipple between his fingers. He rolls the hard bud until I squirm, desperate for more.

A moment of panic rises in me as Leon pulls his hands back and pushes me off him, but relief floods through me as he drapes my legs over his lap and presses my ass and back into the couch again.

"Good girl. You're so wet for me. You just needed a real man to make you feel good."

"Oh, yes. More. Please." My head falls back, and I close my eyes. All I could do is feel.

"And she has manners." He chuckles, bends over me, and sucks my nipple between his teeth, releasing it with a slight pop. His hand moves between my thighs again, and he pushes two fingers inside me.

His thumb rubs circles around my needy bundle of nerves, and his thick fingers slide in and out of me.

"Solnyshko, look at me." Leon groans.

At his command, my eyes snap open. He watches my face and my expression so attentively.

His piercing blue eyes never leave my face; his fingers become more deliberate and faster, fucking me roughly and sending me into a spiral. The other hand massages my breasts, and my inner walls begin to pulsate. The pressure increases, and I'm on the verge of detonation.

"Come, Natalie. That's it. Give it, solnyshko."

And that is the last straw. My orgasm hits me as fast and as hard as he demands. I scream. Then I curse. Then I gasp.

It's the best orgasm I've ever had. Leon"s fingers keep thrusting, moving deeper but slower, drawing out the orgasm until I'm a quivering mess.

He finally pulls out when my legs stop shaking, stands up, and scoops me in his arms as he heads down a hall and up a staircase.

"Where are we going?" I ask, still breathing heavily, as he climbs another set of stairs.

"My bed."

The staircase leads to the top floor, which opens onto a massive primary suite with a study in one corner.

Although the thought of looking around briefly crosses my mind, Leon has other ideas. He throws me into the middle of the bed, the soft, silky sheets cool on my sweaty skin, and I prop myself up on my elbows. His eyes trail a line down my body, savoring every inch of exposed skin and clearly liking what he sees.

"You are so fucking beautiful." He grunts and runs his fingers light as a feather over my curves. Watching his face as he takes me in is fascinating and intoxicating. The hunger in his eyes makes me feel so desired, wanted, and sexy.

He stands at the foot of the bed and unbuttons his shirt. I'm in awe as he steadily parts the fabric and reveals his broad chest. My mouth waters at the sight of his muscular upper body. He looks like he"s been sculpted by the hands of a master sculptor; everything is toned and inviting. A light dust of hair trails down to his jagged V-line, just enough to be sexy and masculine.

Leon's lips curl into a wry smile. "See something you like, Natalie?"

"Oh, yeah." My sigh is rugged, and even though I just had an unbelievable orgasm, I'm ready for the next one.

"Good. Spread your legs. I want you to play with that pretty pussy of yours."

My cheeks feel like they're on fire when I look at him, but I obey. All I want is to please him, although I've never played with myself in front of a man. I want him to look at me and want me as much as I want him.

My legs fall open, and cool air flows through the open window and brushes over my body, sending a shiver down my spine.

I move my fingers around my clit, rock my hips and increase the friction. Leon reaches for the button on his pants, flicking it open before sliding the zipper down. My fingers move faster, bringing me closer to the brink of an orgasm as he takes his time removing his pants.

"You're so ready," he says, his voice husky as he pulls down his boxers, and his large, thick cock springs free.

His hand wraps around the base, sliding to the tip as he approaches the bed.

I am panting; wetness is slicking my fingers as another orgasm starts to build. "Please, Leon. I need you."

He smirks as he crawls over me, using his knees to push my thighs even further apart. "I need to feel you around my cock. I need to feel the way your pussy flutters when you come. It's not going to be as good with a condom."

"I am clean." I gasp, my body humming with anticipation. "I got tested before I moved here ..." His nose and warm breath graze the base of my throat and collarbone. "And there hasn't been anyone since I've been here. Are you safe?"

"Good girl," He praises and gives me a cheeky smile. "I haven't fucked without a condom in over a decade. But I want to with you."

His mouth hovers over mine, and I can feel his cock against my entrance, so close to where I want him. Where I need him.

"Fuck the condom. I need you now." I hiss in desperation.

A cocky grin appears on his face, and he grabs my wrist and lifts my hand above my head. Snagging my other wrist, he yanks it up to join the first and holds me down with one of his large hands. I'm at his mercy, hands stretched over my head, moaning, and shaking as he takes his cock in his other hand and slides it through my wet folds, teasing my clit.

"Relax." Leon groans.

I exhale and relax my tension.

"I fuck hard, Natalie. I don't want to hurt you. But once you're used to me, I won't hold back. If I get too rough–"

"Don't hold back. I trust you." I don't know what I'm agreeing to, but I want all of him, all that he wants to give me.

And with a sudden movement, he lets go of my hands; his lips crush against mine as he pushes his cock into me at the same time. With one hard thrust, he fills me to the hilt. I cry out in shock, pain, and pleasure.

"Fuck me. Legs around me, Natalie." He buries his face in my neck. "You feel so fucking good."

I lock my legs around his waist, wrap my arms around his shoulders, and moan as he pulls out before thrusting into me again with a powerful movement.

His hands clutch my waist, and just when I thought it was not possible, he slams into me deeper and harder. He fucks me like a man possessed by my pussy, switching his rhythm, and I cling to him for my dear life. I don't want this to end; I want to make it last as long as possible.

He slams into me hard again. Once, twice, and I lose count as I feel his thumb on my clit. I gasp for air. It's too much.

"So, fucking good." He chants into my ear.

He pulls back until only the tip remains and drives in again. This tantalizing pace is driving me to the brink. I clench, release, clench again, and fight a tremor.

"That's it, Natalie. Come." He sucks on the skin at my collarbone.

Clawing Leon's shoulders, I arch against his hard body. I shatter around his cock with a deep, loud cry.

"Oh, Leon!"

My body doesn't stop convulsing; my pussy is throbbing with each thrust as he fucks me through my orgasm.

He swallows my moans with a kiss, pressing hard enough to bruise my lips.

"That's my girl," he grunts without breaking his rhythm.

"Look at me." His hands cup my head; he cages me in and tugs on my hair until my eyes snap open.

"I want you to watch me come for you." He hisses, and a rush of excitement flows through me.

His eyes darken, his pupils dilate, and his last thrusts fuck me like a man on the brink of madness before he stills. His body tenses up. His guttural moans echo in the room as he fills me with his release.

"Fuck." His forehead presses against mine, and his heavy breaths fan my face. I think I have been suffering from one long, never-ending orgasm, trembling with him as I feel his cock twitching inside me, which only turns me on all over again.

He slowly grinds and rolls his hips until our orgasms subside, but instead of pulling out, he grabs me by the ass, lifts me, and carries me into the bathroom.

Leon's lips curl into a cocky smile, and he turns on the shower before lifting me under the warm rainfall and pinning me against the black tiles.

"I'm gonna fucking own you. I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

I'm pretty sure my Dark Angel will steal a piece of my heart.