He clicked his tongue, but let it drop. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. The guys were laughing now, “Come, we will witness the aftermath of the carnage.”
“Ohhh, I love good carnage in the evening,” I said clapping my hands.
When we appeared from our hiding spot, Andrei’s face was so red I was worried he was going to have a heart attack. He caught sight of me, “you’re going to be the death of me!”
I tried to look as innocent as possible. “Tomorrow is never promised, Bubba. You have to seize the opportunities when they arise,” I grinned at him.
The other guys all laughed, walking back toward the kitchen. Andrei looked toward Adrik, still worried he was in trouble. Adrik held his hand up saying, “she already told me she basically forced you to do it. You were fighting a losing battle.” He patted Andrei on his shoulder. “Go. All is well.”
Andrei exhaled and smiled at me, before turning to quickly return to Tori. I turned to Adrik. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not yelling at him.” I paused, then added, “for coming back to me…and for not looking at me differently.”
He closed the short distance between us and held me close. “Why would I ever look differently at you, Persephone?”
I caught my breath. He was really the only one that ever used my full name, and I loved the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. I looked at him, somewhat sheepishly. “It happens almost every time someone finds out about…you know, my scars.”
He inhaled sharply. He started to speak but stopped. He just wrapped his arms tighter around me and held my head against his chest. He exhaled. “Never.” hugged him a little bit tighter, wondering to myself how I deserved him. Then I remembered I was supposed to be cooking dinner. “Oh shit. Dinner.” I ran quickly into the kitchen to find Tori keeping a watchful eye over the food, while Andrei stood close by, keeping a watchful eye on her.
“Oh, thank you, Tori. I got…distracted,” I said glancing back at Adrik.
“I should be thanking you,” she quietly said, blushing slightly. I looked around the kitchen. It was just the two of them.
The guys had all disappeared again.
“I will help her finish this up. You’ve done plenty tonight,” Andrei said with a wink.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind finishing up. I like to cook. I’m nowhere near as good as Tori, but I enjoy it anyway.”
I felt Adrik slide his arm around my waist from behind me. “Why don’t we give them a little more time. I have something to discuss with you anyway,” he said, pulling me out of the kitchen. Andrei simply waved as I disappeared.
Sephie
Adrik took me to his bedroom. As he closed the door, he untucked his shirt from his pants. He walked to me as he unbuttoned his shirt. I sat on the end of the bed, enjoying the show. With his signature smirk, he leaned down and kissed me as he took his shirt completely off. He stood and disappeared in his closet.
“What did you want to discuss with me?” I asked loud enough that he could hear in his closet.
He didn’t answer right away. He walked out in a pair of jeans that looked well worn. He left them unbuttoned, so they were sitting lower than usual on his hips, giving me an almost complete view of that lower ab V that he had. I inhaled sharply, biting my bottom lip without realizing I was doing it. He threw his t-shirt on a dresser and walked to the end of the bed, directly in front of me. He pulled me up, so I was standing in front of him. He took one of my hands and placed it behind his neck, doing the same with my other hand. He ran his hands down my back to my as s. In one quick motion, he picked me up and wrapped my legs around him. I squealed and held on tighter. My hips were just above his, which meant he was eye level to my boobs. He pressed his face into my chest, mumbling, “I could get used to this.” I laughed, trying to wiggle away from his face in between my breasts. One hand slid under my shirt and up my back. I froze for an instant as his hand touched my bare skin. There had not been many people to actually touch my back since I had been scarred. He noticed my uneasiness. His hand stopped moving, but he didn’t remove it. His thumb just traced small circles while he held his hand against my back. I was fighting to remain calm. His warm hand felt amazing against my skin, but I was so self-conscious that I couldn’t completely relax. I was so used to keeping that part of myself locked away tight. “Look at me, Sephie,” he said, barely above a whisper. I looked into his eyes. His eyes were dark blue again. I searched his eyes, looking for the slightest change, but still found nothing. He was looking at me just as intensely as he always had. As I was looking at him, his hand started moving across my scars again.
“Keep looking at me, Sephie. Breathe,” he said, gently running his hand up and down my back. I exhaled, not realizing I was holding my breath. Still holding me, he climbed on the bed so that I was now lying underneath him. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his other hand still on the bare skin of my back. “I missed you today,” he said, placing small kisses down my neck to my collarbone.
I felt tears threatening to well up in my eyes. I felt a massive wave of relief come over me. I sighed, closing my eyes. I felt his lips on mine. I could feel him holding back, unsure of my mental state. As soon as his lips touched mine, I wrapped myself around his body. I kissed him like he was the air I needed to breathe.
He responded in kind. Groaning into my mouth, his hands started to roam freely over my body, exploring every inch. My breathing quickened when he unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled on them to undo the zipper, his fingers immediately tracing lightly across the top of my panties. I felt his fingers slide inside the fabric, sliding lower between my legs. I moaned quietly as I broke the kiss, needing air. He moved to my neck, biting me lightly as his hand fully slid into my wetness.
He groaned, “f u ck, Sephie.” His fingers traced lightly back and forth, causing me to moan and push my hips into him. He added more pressure but kept up the back and forth. My hips moving with his motions. His lips pressed to mine again. I kissed him deeply. As I felt his tongue push into my mouth, he slid a finger inside me. He slid his finger out and then added a second as he went back in. I arched my back and moaned louder. He kept a steady rhythm with his hand, my hips moving against him. He kept his mouth on mine as he pushed me closer to the edge. As I got closer, I pushed into him harder. He increased his rhythm, driving me wild. It didn’t take long before my body exploded into pure bliss.
He slowly slid his fingers out of me, causing my body to jerk slightly. He smiled before kissing my neck once more. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked my juices off his fingers. I covered my face in embarrassment. He pulled my shirt up and kissed my stomach. “You taste heavenly, solnishko. I want more,” he said as he bit my hip bone. “But first, we must eat dinner. Otherwise, I won’t be able to hear your sweet moans over your stomach growling.”
I laughed. Looking up at him, I reached up and traced my fingers lightly over his almost beard. He leaned into my touch, kissing my palm before letting me continue. “I missed you today too,” I said. “Wait, didn’t you say you had something to discuss with me?”
He chuckled. “We just discussed it. We’ll have to revisit it again later, though, as we couldn’t come up with a solid solution.” He sat up on his knees, rolling me on my side. He slapped my a s s once before climbing off the bed.
“Come, I’m hungry. Let’s go ruin Andrei and Tori’s time together,” he said as he pulled on his shirt.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.