I am greedy for the challenge.
Hooking my middle finger, I find the roughness that signals her G – spot and I pet it in patient circles, while Anya begins acting quite the opposite. Her muted screams grow louder, her fingers capturing my hair and twisting. “Oh my…my…my G – God.” Her belly heaves, then hollows. “I think…now, now, now.”
Obsession makes my vision red and fuzzy when Anya goes sailing over the moon, her back wrenching off the table, moisture from her constricting pussy coating my lips and chin. Breathtaking. She’s nothing short of a masterpiece. Pride rips through my chest until I wonder if I’m capable of making it to five o’clock without breeding her.
Yes, though. I am. If I’m to keep her undivided trust, she must look back on my five years in purgatory and remember I went through hell to remain a man of my word. When I put a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly, she’s going to be secure in the knowledge that I possess a strength of will no other man possesses. That I am worthy of being her provider in all things.
I haven’t even begun to get my fill when Anya goes limp, her eyes staring blindly up at the ceiling. The animal inside me aches to lick more, draw never – ending pleasure from her body. But I won’t chance more in a public place. If another set of eyes landed on my angel in this condition, I would have to commit murder.
I fear that would upset her.
“That was…” Anya whispers, briefly covering her face with both hands, before dropping them. “Wow. You know?”
“Da.” I lick my lips getting all of her cum I can, sending her a wink. “I know.”
“Yeah.” She heaves a sigh. “I’m not even going to deduct points for lack of modesty.”
Gently, I take her legs off my shoulders and slide her panties back into place. Her blush is so fucking sweet it makes me growl, causing her to turn even pinker.
“Sasha,” she murmurs, sitting up and smoothing her skirt back into place. “How will we…see each other while I’m at college?” She twines her arms around my neck, obviously not noticing I’ve gone stiff at her question. Her smile has always rivaled the sun’s beauty, but the orgasm has made her glow. So now I must add smiling to the list of things she will not do around other men. But I can’t focus on that now, because there’s much to make clear. “Maybe you can come see me on weekends? Or…I can come home. I mean, if…if this is something you want to do again — ”
“If?” I say, quietly. Dangerously.
She stops playing with the ends of my hair, and I almost bellow at the loss. “Yes. If.”
I forget about such trivial things as hair. “If is not a word in my vocabulary when it comes to you, Anya. Only when and how.”
“Good.” She lays a kiss on my chin, nearly derailing my concentration. Nearly. “I don’t want there to be any ifs, either.”
“Eks?l?nt,” I say. “Because there will be none of this college.”
I catch only a glimpse of Anya’s mouth dropping open before I throw her over my shoulder and leave the library.
Chapter Five
Anya
None of this college. None of this college?
Didn’t I know something like this was coming? When Sasha said he never intends to leave me, I should have questioned him further. In the back of my mind, wasn’t there always a belief that he couldn’t simply move me into the dorm and drive away? Furthermore, that it would be so…wrong to part from him, after everything we’ve been through?
My mother’s death, high school, my driver’s test, college applications.
Thunderstorms, injuries, loneliness.
My Twilight phase.
Sasha was there for it all. The only one who was there.
Especially now that I know what my body sensed all along wasn’t a fluke…and we are oh – so – freaking compatible…not being with Sasha every day fills me with unimaginable sadness. Not only do I love this man, but there’s no denying he just woke up something inside me. Wild, consuming sensations that I don’t think I can live without. And there’s a beat pounding in my heart, telling me Sasha is the only one in the universe who can give them to me.
But. Oh, there are some serious buts.
I stopped trying to make Sasha notice me as something but an honorary niece long ago. No matter what I did, he didn’t seem interested in me beyond my being his ward. A…job. So I threw myself into school work — focused on it hard — and realized a degree is something I want badly. Some day I want to be the one unlocking the library doors and deciding what’s stocked on the shelves. Maybe for a lot of girls, college is a given. But not in my world. If my father had it his way, I would be kept under lock and key until I need false teeth. I fought for this chance to attend school, and I’m not going to compromise one dream for the sake of another.