My hand is shaking. I can barely concentrate on his words.
“This ring was worn on the hand of one of Russia’s most loved empresses. I saw it and knew that the only woman who was fit to wear it now was you. I did not take this ring, but instead it was given to me as a gift this morning. But the only gift I want in this life is the gift of your love, so I place this ring at the tip of your finger wanting nothing more than to slide it on and show the whole world that not only are you an empress, but that you are mine.
You’ve made me the happiest man on the face of the earth. Now, there are only two more things I ask you to make me…a family, and before that your husband.
Will you marry me?”
I feel like the whole world is spinning as we stand outside the most beautiful theater I’ve ever seen in the most beautiful city I’ve ever seen.
And the beauty with which this man just proposed to me has literally taken my breath away.
I don’t have to look or listen to see and hear the energy of the crowd that has gathered around us awaiting my reply.
If I’m honest with myself I left my home country as a child, and after experiencing this beauty and elegance of Europe, and spending this incredible time with Artem and feeling true love for the first time I now feel like I’m a young woman.
And I don’t feel, I know, that I am his.
And I want to be his forever.
“Yes,” I say softly with tears forming in my eyes.
Artem flashes a rare smile, one he’s no doubt been saving for this moment. And that makes it all the more genuine, memorable, and able to melt my heart like he always does.
He slides the ring on my finger and then scoops me up in his arms to the delight of the polite crowd who claps.
And of course what is waiting right out in front?
A horse-drawn carriage.
He places me gently inside and then slides in next to me.
“My Alice,” he says staring at me like I’m more beautiful than the priceless wedding band he’s just graced my hand with.
“My Artem,” I say.
CHAPTER 15
Artem
After a very short carriage ride I emerge with her still in my arms.
I carry her past the white columns that are matched to imperial-yellow walls and into the Four Seasons Hotel Lion Palace, the absolute best place to lay your head for the night in all of Saint Petersburg.
But laying our heads on their perfect pillow won’t be because we’re tired.
The moment we’re through the door I kick it shut behind me, my manners suddenly gone.
“This is our engagement night and I want nothing more than to be a gentleman with you, Butterfly.” I say as I look down at her in my arms.
“I want to give you all the romance and tender love making you deserve…but you know how badly I want you and how long we’ve waited. It’s not just hard to wait any longer. It’s impossible.”
“It is impossible. Take me,” she says and I feel my nostrils flare as I hear myself inhaling deep, getting enough oxygen to my body to make me perform like a world champion athlete…for her. Because this is going to be both a sprint and an all night marathon.
“If I told you what it meant for me to take you, it would scare you,” I say.
“I don’t care. I want to feel only the way you can make me feel. And I want to feel everything, every emotion, every rush, every ounce of your power,” she says, but there’s no way she can really understand what her words mean…and how much she’s pushing me towards a very dangerous edge right now that I’m teetering on the brink of…one I’m so close to falling over and taking her with me.
I feel like a wild beast right now…like one of those marble lions that guard the front of the hotel and became so famous they were featured in an 1833 poem called The Bronze Horseman.
How appropriate.
Because my cock feels hard as bronze and I swear I’ve never been this hung in my life.
There’s a level of length that my dick has been before and that was surpassed a long time ago, because of her. It’s like my cock has an extra gear, and extra setting, just for her.
It’s demanding I mate with her now.
I lie her out on the bed and then grip the back of the chair next to it with both hands as I try and inhale more air.
“Was I that heavy?” she asks.
“It has nothing to do with that. I’m just so damn fired up right now I can hardly breathe. I need more oxygen in my blood. My blood is already pumping hot and hard and I want it to pump even faster to match the speed with which this is about to happen.”
“It’s like you’re preparing for an athletic event.”
“Call it a performance,” I say letting go of the chair and standing up straight, “of pleasure.”
She looks at me as she begins undressing removing her shirt.
“Tell me what you want on your engagement night. I want to know all your fantasies, your desires, your secrets.”
“I don’t think I want to say that out loud,” she says.
“Tell me,” I demand. I need to know what she’s thinking and what she’s thinking about feeling. To understand fully what she desires and then to give it to her beyond what she could have even imagined in her wildest dreams.
I move in closer to her running my hand along her jeans, moving a single index finger across her thigh before moving it in between her legs and swiping it quickly across the crotch of her pants.
“Tell me what you want…right there,” I say staring her pussy down.
“You. Inside me,” she says.
I moan, but it quickly turns to a groan and then I tip my head back and practically howl inside this five-star hotel like a wolf at the moon.
I take her chin in my palm and tilt her head up at me.
“How do you want me in there?”
“Hard and fast,” she says and I inhale through clenched teeth. Damn I want to be gentle with her, to treat her like the royalty that she is even though I never considered myself a romantic kind of guy, but dammit! She’s demanding I do exactly what’s on my mind…because it’s on hers too. “But most importantly all I want is you,” she says.
My hand moves around from her chin and my fingers move along her cheek before sliding back around her head.
Her lips part and I watch as she swallows hard.
“You want me hard and fast?”
She nods.
“You think you can have me hard and fast?”
“I need you hard and fast,” she says.
“Well then that’s exactly what you’re going to get,” I say and my hands shoot in and grab her pants, yanking her from the bed and onto her feet as I make quick work of her belt buckle, and then the buttons that serve as a modern day lock on the treasure that is mine.
I yank her pants down to her mid knee and she falls straight back onto the bed on her butt which allows me to yank them clean off and then I discard them erratically to the side.
I feel my cock pulsing, my pupils dilating, my muscles flexing as every part of me is focused on taking her and making her mine.
“Spread your legs for me, Butterfly,” I say as I make quick work of my own pants and my shirt soon follows.
She gets into position on her back and I watch as her knees go wide on the pristine white sheets.
I swear I can smell her desire and her fear. I really am a fucking animal.
I move onto the bed quickly placing my hands on the insides of her knees opening her up even more for me as I bury my face right against her panties.
I stick my nose right in her middle and move my head up, grinding it into her as I inhale a deep, intoxicating breath of her scent with my eyes closed and my cock begging to open and fill her with my juices.
She moans slightly and I swear I could come just from that, but not yet.
I bring my nose back down through her lips again feeling the moisture from her black lace panties seep through and cover my face.
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sp; “Are you ready for me to do more than just smell your sweetness?” I ask, knowing the answer before the question even began.
“Yes. I want you to touch me,” she says.
“Where,” I say.
“Everywhere.”
“Show me,” I say extending my hand toward her. She takes it quickly and puts the tip of my index finger against her lips and a second later my entire finger is no longer visible as she sucks its length.
She slides my finger from her mouth and brings it down, rubbing it right across the middle of her panties and then brings it up to my mouth.
I immediately suck her sweet juices into my mouth, swallowing them like they’re the fountain of youth or some magical elixir that will give me eternal life.
And that’s exactly how I feel right now. More alive than I ever have.
And do I ever want to put a life inside her tonight. To fill her until she literally wakes up tomorrow pregnant with my child. Our child.
“You know how good you taste,” I ask.
She brings my hand back down to her panties, but this time she doesn’t rub it along the outside of her panties.
She moves my hand underneath her frilly waistband and I feel my finger moving along her soft skin before it finds her engorged clit.
She rubs herself three times with my hand and then carefully removes my hand from her panties making sure my finger doesn’t drag along her skin on the way out.
Once removed she brings it to my lips and I lunge for it with an even greater hunger than before.
“How did I taste that time?” she asks as my eyes roll back in my head. I move my hand out and take in a deep breath of air through my nose as my head falls all the way back before spring forward.
“Like heaven,” I say.
“I wouldn’t know…no one would but you,” she says.
My eyes open wide at her confession…the words I already expected.
“It’s my first time,” she says.
“For everything?”
“Everything. No one’s even seen my body before you. You’re going to be the first,” she says.
“And only,” I say before the words are even fully out of her mouth.
“The only one,” she repeats.
I just stare at her taking in the sight of her as she lies there before me. I’m so damn close to seeing something no one on this earth has ever seen and never will. And I’m the first and last man who will ever be with her.
“You’re not saying anything. Are you…okay with that? I’m sorry if I can’t —”
I raise a finger and place it on her lips.
“Shhhh. The only thing you can’t do is ever make me angry, because one look in those beautiful brown eyes of yours and I immediately fall right back in love with you all over again.”
She rises up off the bed throwing her arms around me and hugs me with everything she’s got.
“Thank you,” she says and we kiss.
“Tell me you want me to be your first,” I say.
Her body goes back down on the bed.
“I want you to be my first.”
“Tell me you need me to be your first.”
“I need you to be my first, and my only,” she says.
Just knowing I’m about to feel her for the first time. Knowing I may not be able to go as hard and as fast as I want even though that’s what my body is demanding because of her beauty and her words.
Knowing how wet she is. I’ve felt her desire on my face and tasted it in my mouth.
I run my hand along the outside of her leg and feel her leg muscle flex slightly.
“Are you nervous?” I ask.
“Eager.”
“Then maybe I should make you wait until you can’t wait anymore,” I say running my hand back up her leg and then back down it, but this time all the way down to her foot where I massage her instep.
“I don’t want you to ever take your hands off me. You know just where to put them and just how to touch me,” she says.
“Because I want my hands on you. Because I want to touch you. All of you…and not just the outside.”
I lower her foot back down to the bed and slide in closer watching as her chest moves up and down.
My mind fills with questions. How wet is she going to be when I peel those panties off her. How pink will her pussy be? How much of me will she be able to take? How long can she last? How long can I last?
I move my hand down to her pussy and place my palm flat on it, feeling her lips pressing back through the feminine lace fabric.
“This is mine,” I say. “It belongs to me. To my hand. To my fingers. To my mouth. To my cock. To all of me.”
“Only you,” she says.
“And this,” I say taking my cock in my other hand, “belongs to you.”
CHAPTER 16
Alice
I reach for his palm pulling it from my pussy.
“You feel so perfect on me, but I need to feel you in me.”
“I’m going to make you moan when I do. Make you call out my name. Make you ask for more and I’m going to give you more,” he says.
And right on command I do moan.
“That’s just the beginning,” he says. “I’ll have you moaning until I hear my name, and then I’ll go deeper until I’m coming inside you so deep we’ll be naming our first child in nine months to the day.”
I could feel my pussy so ready for him. I’d already soaked through my panties and onto the sheet. My clit was throbbing. If he would have kissed me just right, nibbled on my ear, or looked at me another second I felt like I would climax on command.
“I need you inside me, Artem,” I say reaching for his hips trying to bring his body down closer to mine.
But he’s too big, too powerful, and too strong. He’s like an immovable rock, or make that a boulder. Marble maybe even, like the sculptures we’ve been seeing these last two days.
And it’s kind of scary how quickly this has all happened, how the build-up has been so fast and furious but the best part is I know it’s going to last forever.
Call me crazy, but I can just feel it.
And as I run my fingertips along his skin, feeling him, I feel my need reach an uncontrollable level.
I grab at the front of his boxers yanking them toward me and watching as his giant cock springs forward.
Watching as his abdominals flex. Watching all that ink on his body move as his muscles tighten underneath the artwork that is Artem.
“Inside me Artem. I need you inside me.”
I could feel sweat pooling in my cleavage as my chest heaved up and down.
And suddenly he slides out of his boxers and is completely nude next to me on the bed as he reaches for my panties tearing them in half and yanking them out from underneath my ass and then bringing them up to his nose balled up in his hand and takes a deep breath.
“This is what paradise smells like. Your pussy,” he says and he carefully sets my panties on the table as if they’re a souvenir he’s going to put as the first exhibit in his own museum…dedicated to me.
The second they make contact with the wooden table he’s diving onto the bed and his tongue dives right up my middle and right on command I do exactly what he said I would.
“Artem!” I yell as my back comes completely off the bed as my body is only supported by my feet and my neck as I arch my entire body to his face, begging him to drink from me like a cup.
I hear my heartbeat in between my ears as he takes my bud in his mouth and rolls it slightly before flicking it rapidly over and over and over again.
I grit my teeth and moan.
“You taste so good, Butterfly,” he says and my tongue shoots through my lips licking them, tasting the salt on my skin. The salt that has dripped onto my mouth because my body is at more of a vertical angle now than a horizontal one.
Suddenly my hips come out of their contraction and my ass falls back to the bed, but just as I bounce slightly I feel his hands slide underneath me,
cupping my globes in both hands as he tips my pelvis up and forward like a soup bowl as he gets busy licking the inside of it clean.
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