by Jenika Snow
But I knew nothing would compare to Sabine. I knew nothing could tame my arousal unless it was she.
I’d waited four years to be with her, hiding my feelings, not sure if telling her what I wanted, and hoping she felt the same way, would work out. She was an adult, knew what she wanted in life, and the way she’d reacted to me today told me she wanted me.
My driver pulled up to the house and everyone exited. I watched as she climbed out of the car, her long legs unfolding. The heels I’d insisted on buying because they matched the dress and screamed “fuck me” looked incredible on her. My cock jerked, but I tried to keep the desire that burned deep inside of me at bay.
“Thank you for dinner. It was lovely,” Annabelle said and wrapped her arms around Leo.
“My pleasure.” I should have said more, how it was lovely to catch up with them, how we needed to do all of that, but my focus was on Sabine and the way she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. She’d been doing that all night, and a part of me felt like a predator wanting to grab onto its prey … and Sabine was my prey.
I could tell she might be conflicted about what was going on between us, the arousal that I knew she felt just as strongly as I felt for her. I looked at the feather necklace she wore. It had meant so much more than just a graduation gift all those years ago. It was a token of my feelings for her, light, easily held in the hand, but complex even if on the outside it didn’t appear as such.
And the bracelet she wore on her delicate wrist. I was possessive of Sabine, without a doubt, but I was also controlled, careful, and knew how to keep myself in check. I didn’t even want to think about her with anyone else.
She was mine, and I wanted to show her how good we’d be together.
Sabine
After we arrived home, I’d hoped to spend time with Hugo. My parents had gone to bed a little over an hour ago, and here I was still in the dress Hugo had gotten for me, not wanting to take it off for some reason.
I didn’t know what any of this meant, or if I’d even get to talk to him about it before he left, but the very thought of him leaving and not coming back for so long—however long that might be—had this sick feeling consuming me.
I didn’t want anyone else. I’d known that before I’d even seen the desire for me in his eyes. The very thought of not being able to tell him the truth, to be honest with the both of us, made it seem as if the world would crash down around me.
I thought on that for several minutes and came to the conclusion I couldn’t just hope something like this happened again.
Hugo was it for me.
Thinking about being with anyone else just didn’t do it for me. I wanted only him, and he needed to know that.
Hugo
I’ve never been the type of man to sit around and wait for things to fall into my lap. I didn’t get where I was in life, and with my corporation, by not taking action.
I’d waited long enough to be with Sabine, and I wasn’t going to wait anymore.
But when I opened the front door of the guesthouse, I saw her standing there. She still wore the dress I’d bought her, and this stab of possession slammed into me. I wanted her wearing the things I bought.
I wanted to be the one to peel what she wore off.
Lust slammed into me, but so did love. I fucking loved Sabine, more than I could even fully comprehend … more than she’d ever fully know.
For her I’d go to any lengths to make sure she was protected. I’d level buildings if it made her happy.
“Hugo.” She whispered my name, and everything in me tightened. “I’m just going to say this because I’m done hiding.”
I curled my fingers into the doorframe, trying to refrain from pulling her into the house and making her mine. I wanted to kiss her until she was breathless, until she was clutching at me and begging me to make her mine in any way I saw fit.
But I didn’t move, because she clearly had something to say. This would be a break it or make it situation. She’d either tell me whatever between us couldn’t go on or she’d finally give herself to me.
She looked down at her hands, which she started twisting together. She was nervous, and I hated that I’d made her feel this way, even inadvertently.
I reached out and placed one hand on hers and lifted her head up with a forefinger under her chin. She stared up at me, her eyes so wide, her expression so vulnerable.
“It’s okay,” I said softly, wanting to pull her into my chest so badly, to stroke my hand over her hair, and to let Sabine know she’d never have to feel anything but comfort and safety around me.
“I love you, Hugo.” Her eyes got even wider when she said those words, and if possible, my body tightened even further. I let go of her hands and chin, staring at her with probably a little bit of shock on my face. However, what I felt so strongly it could have knocked me on my ass, was possession.
She’s mine.
7
Hugo
“I love you so much, Hugo. I have for years. I know what I felt from you today when it was just us, and I’m tired of trying to pretend that this might go away … that my emotions for you will diminish over time.” She looked at me for a long second. “It only grows stronger as time passes.”
I didn’t have any self-control when it came to Sabine. Right now, the way she looked at me, the things she said … I wasn’t about to try and stop myself from having her, from showing her I loved her as well.
I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I’d wanted to.
I cupped my hand on the back of her head, held her in place, and leaned forward. For a second, all we did was stare into each other’s eyes and breathe the same air.
“Kiss me, Hugo,” she whispered, begging me in that softly sweet voice of hers.
I groaned, my body shaking. “Lyubov moya.” I whispered the endearment, knowing she’d understand the Russian term. I opened my eyes and saw she understood me clearly.
She looked up at me with wide eyes.
“My love,” I said on a harsh groan. “I love you, too, Sabine. God,” I groaned and closed my eyes for a heartbeat. “God, I fucking love you so much it hurts sometimes.” I leaned down to kiss her like it was the last time I ever would.
But it wasn’t. Fucking hell it wasn’t. We were just getting started.
She moaned for me, and I kissed her harder. I tightened my hold on her hair, tilted her head back, and moved my mouth down her neck. With my tongue and lips, I ran a path down the slender arch of her throat, licking, sucking, and making her know I loved every part of her. I sucked on her collarbones, loving the way she arched her back, her breasts pressing firmly into mine.
“That’s it, Krasivaya.” I sucked on her flesh until I knew it would be red, until I knew my mark would be on her. “I’ve wanted you, too, for years, Sabine. I’ve wanted you until it’s only been you consuming my thoughts, until it’s only you that I’ve lived for.”
“Hugo.”
The way she whispered my name had my cock jerking. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”
“I need you. Just you.”
I pulled her inside the guesthouse, shut the door, and cupped the side of her face. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, tasting the sweet flavor of her mouth. God, she was perfect. I curled my hand around her neck even more, dug my fingers into her hair, and pulled her impossibly closer. There wasn’t any part of her I didn’t want touching me.
She pulled away and I moved back, giving her space.
“Are we doing this?” she asked. Her voice was soft, her lips red and glossy.
“I want to do so much more,” I said in a low voice, looking at her mouth, still holding onto her.
The silence stretched between us for several seconds, and then she rose on her toes, wound her arms around my neck, and kissed me like she needed me to survive.
I groaned, loving that she opened her mouth wide for me. I plunged my tongue into the warm, sweet recess of her mouth.
“I’m so wet.”
/> The sound of her whispered words had my cock jerking even harder. I wanted to be buried inside of her, to feel her pussy milking my cock.
I wanted to pump my seed deep in her body, make her mine.
“Is this crazy?” she asked, and I pulled back and looked down at her.
I wanted to tell her it didn’t matter if it was because this felt right, good. I stroked my finger along her cheek instead. “Maybe it is crazy, but I can’t stop now that I started.” I’d let the floodgates open when it came to her, and I was not about to close them.
“You can’t stop?” She lowered her gaze to my mouth, and I looked at the pulse beneath her ear that was beating rapidly.
“No.” I looked back at her face. “I don’t want to stop.”
She breathed harder. “Good, because I don’t want you to stop, Hugo.”
I groaned at her words. I had no control over my actions anymore, not right now, and not with Sabine so responsive to me. “Krasavitsa.” I moved my thumb to her mouth and slowly around her pink flesh.
I looked in her eyes.
“I’ve always wanted you,” she whispered.
I leaned down so our mouths were only inches apart. “It’s always been you for me, Sabine.”
She arched her chest, pressing her breasts against me.
I gnashed my teeth together at how good that felt. I turned us around and walked her backward, using my much bigger body as leverage to get her to do what I wanted.
“Do you want me?” I asked in a low, deep voice.
“Yes,” was all she said.
I ran my tongue along her lips, and she parted for me.
“Do you want me to worship every part of you? Do you want to come for me?”
She shivered in my embrace and closed her eyes. When she nodded, I felt the heat from her body slam into me.
“And I would, Sabine.” I pulled back and waited until she opened her eyes and looked at me. “I would worship every single part of you with my hands, mouth, and tongue. I’d make you come without even being inside of you.”
She groaned.
Sabine was my undoing … always.
“I don’t want to hold back anymore, Hugo.”
I reveled in the smoothness of her skin and felt like the world was crashing down around me. For years I’d held back, buried my desires, but no more. Tonight, I would show Sabine what she meant to me. I’d show her with my body how much I cared about her … how much I loved her. I’d move heaven and earth to please this woman.
She stared into my eyes, and I felt my heart beat a little faster at the vulnerability I saw. God, did Sabine know the power she held over me?
“Touch me, Hugo,” she whispered. She pressed her breasts more firmly against my chest.
“It’s you and I, Sabine.” And then, before anything else could be said, I kissed her again at the same time I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.
8
Sabine
I speared my hands in Hugo’s hair, tugged at the strands, and made these small noises in the back of my throat. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t even try and stop, or at the very least, tame my desires.
I didn’t want to.
He carried me into the bedroom, and once I was on the mattress, I looked up at him. I wanted this, had dreamed about it. But I also wanted to be honest.
“I’ve never been with a man, Hugo.” It was hard getting those words out. At twenty-one, I’d been on plenty of dates, but I’d never had actual intercourse, never even desired to with any other man.
What and whom I wanted was right before me.
“I’m a virgin.” Would that turn him off?
Instead of saying we should stop, he used his upper body to push me back on the bed. He covered me with his hardness, cupped the side of my face, and kissed me. With his tongue in my mouth, he fucked my mouth the way I wanted him to do between my thighs.
I moaned again, feeling like I couldn’t even control the most basic of my actions.
I felt like the world fell away, like there was nothing but this one moment in time. Whatever happened afterward, this was worth it.
He pulled away. I wanted my clothes off faster than he probably did. I rose up and raised the dress up and over my head. I reached behind me and undid my bra, tossed that aside, and finally looked at Hugo. He was leaning back, staring at me with these hooded eyes. His arousal was clear on his expression, but also in the way his pants tented out in the front.
He looked huge.
God, what would it feel like to have him inside of me?
I shivered at my thoughts.
“The panties, Sabine. Take the fucking panties off.”
His voice was deep and husky, and his accent seemed thicker.
I shifted so I was braced on my back, lifted my lower body, and started taking the panties off. He watched me the whole time, his eyes half-lidded, his massive chest rising and falling.
Once those were off and I was totally bared for him, I rested back on the bed, my legs closed, my heart racing.
“Spread, Sabine.” He lifted his gaze up my legs, over my breasts, and looked fully at my face. My nipples were hard, my pussy so wet I wouldn’t be surprised if the sheets were slightly damp beneath me.
“Let me see you bared for me.”
I licked my lips and spread my legs. My pussy was bared, my lips parting. But he still stared at my face even though my thighs were wide, my pussy on display for him.
“Do you want me to look at you?” God, his voice could make me come on its own.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Ask me then.”
My throat felt so tight, like there was a lump in the center of it. “I want you to look at me between my legs.”
“Show me.” He still stared into my eyes, and I slowly moved my hand down my belly to the top of my pussy.
I might not have ever had sex, but I’d been touched, kissed, licked by men. It had been a lackluster experience every time, but I knew this time would be different. I knew, this time, I’d finally reach that peak I always knew I’d find with Hugo.
When my hand was on my pussy, I slowly spread my fingers through my folds. The pleasure was instant, but it was also because of the way Hugo looked at me … watched me.
He lowered his gaze to my hand and watched what I was doing for long seconds, and I felt myself build higher to that intense pleasure I knew I could get with him. But in the next instant, he reached out and took hold of my wrist. He lifted my hand to his mouth, inhaled deeply, and this deep, almost animalistic sound left him. His gaze held mine as he licked my fingers clean, making sure that no drop of my pussy cream was still on the digits.
“I knew you’d taste this good,” he said and leaned in an inch so our faces were so close I could have risen up and kissed him. “I knew you’d be this sweet.”
He lowered his gaze to my mouth, and I thought he’d kiss me—hoped he would. But instead, he pulled back and took hold of my ankle. While maintaining eye contact, he lowered his mouth to my foot, ran his tongue along the arch on the underside, and groaned deeply. He almost closed his eyes, but they were still open, watching me, seeing my reaction.
Hugo started running his tongue over my anklebone, moving his lips over my calf, and going higher until he reached my knee. He shifted his hand, smoothing it along the inside of my thigh, but not touching the part of my body that wanted him the most. He kept going, licking, kissing, and gently sucking at my flesh until he made his way to my hipbones.
I was a liquid mess for him, so ready to feel him stretching me that I would have begged if I’d been able to find my voice.
He kept moving up my body, teasing his tongue around my belly button before gently dipping it into the small indentations and moving upward. When he got to my breasts, he cupped both mounds in his large hands, pushed them together, and started licking and sucking at the stiff peaks.
“Am I making you feel good, Sabine?”
I could only nod, but real
ized he wasn’t looking at me, and instead lavishing attention on my breasts.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good, because this is about you and making you feel good.”
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think.
“This will always be about you.”
9
Hugo
I wanted to show her what a man could do to her, what I could do to her.
I wanted to show Sabine how good I could make her feel, that with me she’d never want for anything, not even the physical aspects.
I wanted her, was about to have her body, but I wanted her heart, as well.
I paid special attention to her breasts, making the tight skin at the peaks red and wet from my ministrations. She was panting and moaning, and I broke away, needing to swallow her sounds, take them into myself.
This was what I’d wanted from the moment I realized I couldn’t let her be with anyone else, that I wanted her as mine.
Her heart.
Her body.
Her passion.
Staying away for all these years had been the hardest damn thing I’d ever done in my life.
I cupped her face and smoothed my thumb along her bottom lip until it popped out slightly. “I’ve wanted you since your eighteenth birthday, Sabine, since you graduated high school.” I stared in her eyes, letting her know this was serious; this was the truth and reality.
“Our age difference doesn’t bother you?” she whispered, her mouth slightly parted, her sweet breath moving along my cheek.
“Age is just a number, and you’re the one that makes me harder than fucking steel.” I ground my cock into her leg, proving my point. “From the moment I realized I wanted you,” I smoothed my fingers down her neck to rest at the feather necklace, “I haven’t been with another woman in years.” I looked into her eyes to gauge her reaction. “I haven’t wanted another woman, Sabine.”
She was breathing harder. She looked so fucking gorgeous, the raven fall of her hair spread out over my pillow like spilled ink.