Page 46 of Night So Silent
My tits and my face are both flattened against the window glass for all the deer, elk, and cryptids to see and he’s asking about safe words.
Protect this man at all costs.
“Loud!” I blurt out.
“Loud?” he echoes apprehensively.
“Yes,” I gasp, “because I would never call you that.”
Can you hear someone smile? Because I think he is. I still can’t see him, but I feel him come closer, his hair brushing over my bare shoulder.
He presses his mouth to my ear, sending a shiver down my back. “You make all the noise I need.”
Like a collar, Sergei’s hand clamps my neck to the glass, but not hard enough to obstruct my airway. Everything goes still, and then I let out a cry as he drives his cock back inside me. Slowly, he pulls back, only to thrust hard again as I brace myself against the window. It's a good pain, on the brink that only intensifies the pleasure. Because he belongs there.
My whimpers and moans only make him go deeper and grip me harder. But he feels fucking amazing. The chill of the glass dwindles with each second as heat engulfs my body, fogging the window around my figure. His thrusts become harsher and more violent, but they only elicit cries of pleasure. The sharp snap of his skin against mine as he renders me immobile does nothing but drive me closer to the edge.
The broad-leafed plants tremble in their pots as broken words spill over my lips. I told him a safe word, but I have no plans to use it. I asked for him to give me everything, and I meant it. And he doesn’t disappoint. He’s hitting every nerve ending I didn’t even know existed, drawing sounds from me that I don’t recognize.
But he’s feeding something inside me that’s been starving.
“I’m—I’m almost there,” I whimper against the glass.
“Should I fill this pretty pussy again?” he says into my ear, sending a jolt of electricity down my entire back. “You like keeping part of me inside you?”
“I want all of you inside me,” I groan, half mad. “You…and only you.”
He says something else, but I don’t catch it. Is he speaking English? Probably Russian. It doesn’t matter, maybe he’ll tell me later if my brain comes back to equilibrium. But it must be something good because his pace quickens and I can feel his grip tighten and hear his breaths get deeper.
Still holding me firm against the window, his other hand snakes around my stomach and down between my legs, going in for the kill. I slam my palm against the window, my fingertips turning white as I drag them down the glass. Everything goes dark as my eyes roll back in my head, the orgasm hitting like a freight train. My muscles seize against his strength and all I can do is let a scream rip from my throat.
The glass fogs under my breath as I come back down, my muscles shaking with fatigue as the tremors dissipate. But even after a minute, when the only sounds are our labored breaths, Sergei doesn’t step away. Instead, he remains pressed against my back, still inside me as his grip relaxes. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to his chest, his hair falling over my shoulder as he speaks into my ear.
“That’s what I like,Printsessa,” he whispers.
I turn over my shoulder, pressing my cheek against his broad chest.
“Sergei Mikhailov,” I smile, “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Two Days Until Christmas
Sergei
What’s a man to do immediately after the object of his affection treats his cock like a carousel horse in the middle of his living room?
The only option is to spend the next four hours on the sofa with her, reading books in silence while combing and twisting the ends of her silky brown hair through my fingers. Soon enough, she falls asleep, and I follow soon after. I don’t sleep with other people and, until now, the thought of sharing my space so closely with someone else has repulsed me.
It’s always the same; one-sided small talk followed by hollow emotion and disappointing foreplay. Disappointing for me because the feeling never changes to anything but lukewarm. Disappointing for them because I leave once that fact is evident. But the only constant in the universe is change. It’s inevitable.Sheis inevitable.
Because she’s the right one.
Little did I know that I would find the perfect mate by listening to Brett go on about TV shows with her best friend during their weekly phone calls. Lutz thought he was doing one of us a favor, but he couldn’t have known I was already updating the building’s security system in preparation to close early before the storm hit so I could make it to the airport in time to pick up Barrett.
Like I said, I pay attention when people talk, especially about her.
I wake up periodically to Barrett’s steady breaths as she dozes against my chest. She’s dressed in my thermal again, this time with black leggings and pink wool socks. The way her limbs are entangled with mine and the smell of her hair just beneath my nose are like a drug and I can’t get enough of a fix. I can’t remember if I’ve ever felt like this. Everything’s been so bland for so long, like a perpetual grey filter cast over the earth.
