Gavril halted and I forced myself to look at him, reaching up with my hand to cup his cheek. “Please,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”
He took my hand, interlocked it with his, and brought it over my head. “I want to hear you scream my name,” he murmured, giving me another stroke of his cock. “It will be the only name you ever scream like that.”
I whimpered as he buried himself to the hilt, sending another delicious wave of pleasure rippling upward from my core. My hips rose up to meet him, to urge him deeper, and he obliged.
I felt vulnerable to him as arousal flooded my body. My pussy made wet, hungry noises as Gavril drilled into me. The weight of his body pressed me deep into the bed, and his scent overwhelmed my senses. His hands found their way to my shoulder, holding me down as he fucked me harder and faster. My body started to shake as he moved inside of me. The smell of sex filled the air. I was dimly aware of my own cries of pleasure.
Then it came. The first wave of orgasm crashing into me. My pussy clenched as my back arched up from the bed. Gavril pushed me back, fighting to keep his cock inside of me.
“Look at me!” he ordered, and I obeyed.
Our eyes met, and I saw the desire burning in his eyes.
“Gavril!” I cried out, not caring if someone could hear. His entire Bratva could be on the other side of the door, and I wouldn’t care.
His eyes bored into mine, and I felt his pace quicken. I was in heaven. He showed no signs of stopping, and in that moment, I never felt more complete. I didn’t want it to end.
His grip on me tightened. His cock grew harder.
Suddenly, Gavril let go of all control. With a savage roar, he pumped into me one last time as a surge of wet heat surged into my core. My pussy clenched instinctively, milking him for every last drop until he had nothing left and finally collapsed on top of my body. He tried to pull out, but I held him there and found myself smirking with savage pride as a ragged gasp escaped his lips. Each time he tried to pull away, I tightened my own grip, refusing to let him leave.
My heart hammered in my chest. My body was slick with sweat. We had fucked and had sex in the past.
But never on this level.
My hands were shaking when I moved them to his back, tracing the skin between his shoulder blades. I had nearly told Gavril that I loved him. What would he have done?
Would he have been happy that he had finally succeeded in getting me to fall completely for him so he could make me do whatever he wanted?
Or would he have taken my words to heart, realizing that he was worth being loved by someone, someone who truly cared about him?
I really didn’t know which way it would have been taken by Gavril, but I wasn’t ready. Maybe it was the fact that Jon had found me in Russia even though I had avoided him for nearly a year on my own. Maybe I couldn’t love anyone completely and with my whole heart.
Trust was a huge factor in a relationship, and though I cared for Gavril greatly, I wasn’t 100 percent sure I could trust him.
Finally, Gavril grunted and rolled off me, pulling me against his body. “Sleep,” he murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
I reached down and dragged the blanket on top of us, wrapping my arm around his lean waist. “You too. You need your rest.”
For a moment I thought he was going to pull away, but after a few moments, he sighed heavily and held me tighter against him. Gavril’s warmth was hard to ignore, and it didn’t take long before I felt my eyelids start to droop.
“Don’t leave me,” I whispered, pressing my face into his chest.
“Never,” he said softly, his hand finding mine and clasping it to his chest.
It was the last thing I heard him say before I slipped into blissful darkness.
***
“Naomi.”
I swatted at Gavril’s hand on my shoulder and groaned. “Hmm?”
“We will be landing in ten minutes.”
I cracked an eye open, seeing the sunlight bleeding through the fabric on the window. I had slept hard, my body exhausted yet comfortable on the bed that was in the back of a freaking jet.
Oh God. I sat up abruptly, clutching the sheet to my naked body. Gavril was seated on the bed next to me, fully dressed in one of his expensive suits sans the tie and looking damn near impeccable with his perfectly styled hair and a shadow of a beard on his face.
“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” I hissed, taking the sheet with me as I hunted for my clothing strewn about on the floor.
He chuckled, but it wasn’t as open as it had been earlier. No, his laugh was guarded and that hurt my heart. “You were sleeping so soundly that I didn’t want to interrupt.”
I shot him a look as I pulled on my leggings. “It would have been nice to be more presentable.”
Gavril stood and straightened his cuffs. “Sounds like someone needs her coffee.”
What I needed was a few more hours of sleep, but given that we were almost home, I could delay that for a while.
The word struck me as I reached for my shirt. Home. We were going home to the mansion. Did Gavril think of it as home, or was it just another way for him to show off his wealth, his power?
Was I his home?
“I will be waiting outside,” Gavril was saying as he opened the door. “Feel free to join me before the plane actually lands.”
Instead of throwing something at him, I stepped into the small bathroom off the side of the bedroom. One look in the mirror and I groaned, trying to finger comb my hair. At least I looked well rested, some of the color back in my cheeks, though I doubted all of it was from rest. Traces of lust and sex were still on my face, and I quickly dipped a finger between my legs and found that I was still wet just thinking about what we had done.
I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail and grabbed the side of the sink when a sudden bout of nausea hit me out of nowhere. My hand tightened on the metal edge. I forced myself to swallow a few times, trying to get it to pass. Was it because we were changing altitudes or the fact I hadn’t eaten?