Page 44 of Night So Silent
“Yes. The kind with the skull on its back.”
“Wait…” I pause, narrowing my eyes. “Like the ones inSilence of the Lambs?When you look at me, you think about serial killers?”
“I told you. Therapists can’t be serial killers.”
“Anyone can be a serial killer,” I counter, “butI’vestill never murderedanyone.”
Sergei stares back at me, his expression unchanging.
Oh god, did I just say that?
I want to crawl under the sofa.But eventually, his face softens with amusement.
“You’re too easy,” he says with a half-smile.
Oh, really?
Gingerly, I rise from my chair and step around the corner of the table. Sergei watches as I gently place my hands on his bare chest and carefully lift my leg over his. He lets me settle onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, over themassive tattoo on his back, and pressing my face into the curve of his neck.
He closes his arms around me, enveloping me in the most achingly intense embrace I’ve ever felt.
“Moths are delicate, but also intelligent and fearless and resilient,” he explains. “They mimic other animals, like bees, to deter predators, like when you stood between Brett and protected her from Garrison. I’ve been accused of having impossibly high standards, but when I heard about you, it was clear that they still weren’t high enough. And because of that, my respect for you is above all else. And that is why you’re a moth.”
Everything else melts away at the feeling of his fingers running up and down my body and I don’t care what’s outside anymore or what troubles are waiting for me back home. I can feel his heart, and it’s beating hard enough for me, too.
It's simple. If Sergei wants to do or not do something, it's because he decides it, and no one else. Even if he’s just a biological mutant whose hormones didn’t hijack his brain at puberty, his rigidity—pun absolutely intended—is the sexiest thing I've ever experienced.
That, and his hair. I don’t care if he notices my deep breaths and how I’m inhaling the intoxicating scent of whatever he uses to make it so luxurious. Does it make me seem slightly obsessive? Possibly. Then again, I suppose I’m in the right place. After a few minutes of soaking in the safety and warmth of his silence, I bring myself back down to earth and pull away, eyeing him deviously.
“There's something I want to do with you, but I don't know if it’ll meet yourstandards.”
“How could it not?”
I bite my lip, unable to hide my smile as I climb off his lap and take his hand. He rises from the chair and lets me lead him into the living room.
I motion to the middle of the sectional. “Sit down.”
Sergei sinks down onto the cushions, watching me with curiosity. Through the wall of windows, I see it’s started snowing again, turning the house into a backward snow globe.
“How close is your nearest neighbor?” I ask, scanning the vast landscape of snow-covered pines as far as the eye can see, which isn’t far, given the brush and granite boulders jutting out of the mountainside.
“At least a mile.”
Perfect.
I grab the bottom of his thermal and pull it over my head, rendering myself completely naked. Sergei’s eyes gravitate to my chest, slightly more open than they were before as he takes a long breath. He must really be all about the tits. Not that I mind. I'm counting down the seconds until I can feel his mouth on them again. He's expecting me to climb on top of him, scale him like a redwood just so I can soak myself in his sap. But I have something else in mind.
I do crawl onto his lap, tipping his head back and kissing him slowly, and with an intensity that makes heat bloom between my thighs.
“Are you mine, too, Sergei?” I murmur, feeling him get harder with each rock of my hips.
He palms my ass with one hand, grinding against me. “Forever,” he rumbles, gripping the back of my neck with the other.
A tremor runs through my stomach like a wave of iron butterflies. I don’t mind this fantasy, locked in this picturesque house on a mountain with the blonde leviathan—thebeautifulblonde leviathan. Maybe I even want to stay a while. But when he saysforever, I feel something other than the carnal desire for him to fuck me until I forget my name. It feels raw, and deep…andreal.
Sergei kisses me, biting my lip as he pulls away. “Just show me what you like,Printsessa.”
My body caves at the pleading words coming from such an intimidating body. His lips brush against mine as he tries to draw me in again and then immediately fall to my chest. He moves over my breasts, latching onto my nipple, sucking and tonguing it ravenously.
