CHAPTER 23
Naomi
I heard the words coming out of Gavril’s lips, but more importantly, I saw them reflected in his eyes. He truly would protect me.
Not Sveta, but Naomi Spencer. Even if he didn’t say it, I believed that was who he was talking about anyway.
So, I stood on my tiptoes and brushed my lips over his, wanting to be close to him again. When we were having sex, we were on the same page.
He groaned and took over the kiss, though his movements were gentler than they had been in the past.
Almost like he cared.
Tears sprang to my eyes, but I refused to shed them, forcing myself to focus on Gavril’s kiss. His lips roamed over mine, seeking, tasting each and every corner until I gasped and he swept in, dominating the play of our tongues.
His hands slid around me, and he held me against him, kissing me until I had to pull away, breathing heavily. “I haven’t seen your bedroom yet,” I panted, earning a chuckle from him.
“Well, let me rectify that,” he answered, tugging one arm loose to lead me toward the open door. Unlike all the others I had seen, his bedroom was more modern, still sleek with the dark color choices that I was certain his mother had nothing to do with.
The comforter was red, blood red, but I didn’t have much time to look at anything else because Gavril had me in his arms again and was kissing me like he was a starving man. When I tried to grab for his cock, he captured my hand, bringing it up so that he could tear his lips away long enough to press a kiss to my wrist. “No,” he murmured.
He intended to take this slow when all I wanted to do was bend over and take it roughly from behind.
What a strange turn of events.
Gavril reached for the hem of my sweater and tugged it over my head, exposing my lace bra underneath. “Beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes heating with passion.
“Please,” I begged him. “Please say my name.”
Arching a brow, he took a step back. “What do you want, Naomi?” he whispered roughly.
I warmed at the sound of my name on his lips.
“You,” I admitted, my body on fire for his touch. “I want you. I need you.”
He seemed to understand what I was saying and nodded to my clothing. “Take it off.”
I quickly did as he asked, watching as he also disrobed until we were both naked.
“How do you want me to have you?” he asked, his cock jutting out from his body. “Tell me.”
I whimpered at the sight, my lower half flooding with wetness. “I want you to bend me over and fuck me from behind.”
Gavril’s eyes grew darker and more intense than I had ever seen before. I could trust him. I knew in my heart that he wouldn’t hurt me.
He had said himself that I was safe with him, and it was time for me to start believing it. “Bend over the bed, Naomi,” he replied, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it lightly.
My legs were shaking as I moved to the bed and did as he asked, feeling the softness of the comforter brush across my already erect nipples. Every part of my body tingled with what was going to happen, and I tried to find the fear or terror in my thoughts.
I found none.
Gavril came up behind me and his hand traced my spine, cupping one curve of my ass. “You are perfect in every way,” he said as his fingers danced over my skin, dangerously close to my wet center. “You are mine.”
I was his. It was more than just being married to him. I was his in so many ways that it scared me.
Gavril nudged my legs apart and I felt him probe my entrance with his fingers, stroking the swollen flesh until I was moaning under his touch. I didn’t care who heard us or if his mother was standing at the door, watching her son fuck me hard.
At this moment, this was between us, and that was all that mattered.
“You are so wet,” Gavril replied, his fingers tracing my slit from front to back, dragging his fingers through the wetness. “So ready for my cock. Are you ready for my cock, Naomi?”
“Yes,” I breathed, pushing against his hand. “Please.”
“I do love it when you beg,” he said, his cock replacing his fingers. I groaned as he pushed into me, my body welcoming the intrusion greedily. This was what I wanted.
This was what I needed.
“Fuck,” he growled, sheathing himself all the way in. “I can’t.” He didn’t finish as I clenched around him, holding him in place before he could move. I wanted to savor the moment, the feel of his cock all the way inside me, touching me to the core.
When he did move, I felt my walls tremble with need, the scrape of his silken skin against mine nearly too much to bear. I arched against Gavril and his hand found my breast, gripping it painfully. “Fuck, yes,” he said as I met him thrust for thrust, my body shaking with need. “Come for me.”
One more thrust, and I gasped his name as my entire body fell into shuddering warm waves. My legs shook against the bed as he shoved into me. The pleasure was too much, and when he pulled at my hair, I shook even more.
“Yes,” I cried out, the sound of our bodies slapping together only fueling the flames.
I felt safe, but also, I felt powerful. Gavril made me feel so many things.