The Frost of Springtime (22 page)

He held Sofia close and whispered sweet nothings into the hollow of her
ear. “I care for you so much,” she cooed in reply. Her lashes swept over his
neck as her eyes fluttered shut. “There’s nothing I would not do, nothing I
would not give.”

Aleksender’s mouth descended in a fierce swoop as his lips brushed
insistently against her own, back and forth, commanding her complete surrender.
As always, she obeyed him without thought, expressing her submission through
coos, sighs and wildly feminine moans.

Aleksender gathered her to his chest. He pressed deep, ravenous kisses
down the delicious arch of her neck, feasting upon her flesh like a starved
man.

With Sofia resting so freely in his arms, all of Aleksender’s rational
thoughts and self-restraint were lost to a primitive hunger. It was a hunger to
possess what was rightfully his. He ravished Sofia without restriction,
allowing his darker side to take over. He kissed her with every ounce of his
suppressed passion. He kissed her with the intention of winning her soul.

He could not contain himself. In the back of his mind, Aleksender
feared that his passion would startle Sofia. But desire made up for
inexperience, igniting her heart, body and soul with a natural sexuality. And
the result was exquisite. Never had Aleksender witnessed something so
beautifully reckless.
So primitive and so erotic.

She rubbed against him with a raw desperation, grinding herself against
his flaming erection. Each movement further inflamed his groin. His deep, husky
chuckle rumbled against her abdomen. He steadied her swiveling body and
bellowed a rough growl.

“Easy, chérie, easy, or you shall be the death of me. It would be a
rather pleasant death, but death, nonetheless.” Kissing her forehead, the heat
of his words wafted against her neck. “I intend to savor each and every
moment.” His lips pressed against her earlobe, breaths unbearably hot and
ticklish. “I intend to savor you.” His lips skimmed her flesh, ghosting across
the smooth porcelain, moving southward.

His tongue swept over her throat, lapping up Sofia’s heavy
pants—settling on the erratic beat of her pulse. It tasted light, airy, and
bittersweet, much like the melodic thrumming of a butterfly’s wings. Teasing
love bites were branded upon her skin.

He stared into her gaze as poetic words poured from his soul. “Your
eyes—they are a rare sapphire, like the frost of wintertime …clear as La
Havre’s morning sky and deep as the ocean.”

Aleksender ghosted kisses down the column of her throat—down, down,
down—swirling his tongue over the creamy swell of her breasts.
One then the other.
She tasted of rainwater and
roses—delectable. Both of her dusty nipples were painfully erect, echoing the very
state of his swollen manhood. And, much like the source of his physical
affection, they jutted forward in sinful invitation—tenting the material of her
chemise. The thin layer of silk clung to her like a second skin. It was a most
delicious skin, waiting to be shed. Head inclined, he latched onto a hardened
bud and tugged the coated flesh between his lips—suckling her straight though
the chemise. A masterful hand kneaded Sofia’s opposite breast, caressing and
fondling—cupping the voluptuous weight in a holy grail. She tossed her head
back and moaned.

“Alek.
Let me touch you.”

His reply was muffled. Aleksender lowered his head until his dark hair
wisped against her, tickling the sensitive skin beneath her chest. As he spoke,
he tongued the undersides of her covered breasts and dampened the fine
material. His words were husky and slicker than sin. “I want to worship you,
all of you, as a servant worships his goddess.”

Sofia instinctively arched against his hot mouth—unable to speak—weak
moans oozing from her lips. She met his every demand, craving a foreign relief,
an unnamable relief … a relief only Alek could provide. He shuddered against
her, steadying those maneuvering hips with a low, tortured groan. Then his
mouth descended once more. His tongue drew invisible circles, sliding over each
swell, teasing her with wicked intentions and pleasurable promises.

“Dancing nymph,” he murmured against her sweat-slickened chest. The
raspy baritone made her senses simmer and churn with pleasure. An acute ache
pooled between her legs and coiled around her nerves—making her desperate for
something … something she could not fully understand nor grasp … something so
close, yet out of her reach.

The feeling intensified with each little tug, each
caress
and whisper. Soon, it seemed to splinter her very bones.

“Oh … I … I need—”

“I know precisely what you need,”
came
his
throaty reply. “And I shall give it to you.
Again and again.”

She quivered at the vow. The force of his conviction sent shivers up
and down her spine. Aleksender curled his fingers beneath each strap. “I must
see you,” he gasped, slowly dragging the chemise down and over her curves, her hips,
inch
by glorious inch.

Sofia crossed both arms with a blush, hiding her bare breasts in an
adorable, maidenly gesture. Aleksender wordlessly shook his head and unraveled
each of her arms. “Do not hide from me. Let me see all of you.”

Her breasts were true works of art—luscious, full and finely sculpted.
And Aleksender had always been a connoisseur of fine art.

He licked one of his fingertips and lowered it to a pebbled nipple,
tracing the tender mound of flesh, delighting at how it tightened beneath his
touch.

“You could shame Aphrodite,” he praised in breathless admiration.
Aleksender dipped forward and replaced the fingertip with his tongue—swirling
it around and around the taut tip. Sofia clawed at his nape, blinded by
overlapping emotions and sensations. Then he inhaled deeply and pressed his
lips against her heart. Sofia nearly wept from the gesture.

Between his deep kisses, Aleksender rasped in a guttural tone, “May I
tell you the first time … the first time I knew I loved you?” He pressed a kiss
to the crook of her neck and nuzzled her skin, inhaling her essence. “The first
time that I knew that I couldn’t live without you?”

Aleksender stared into her eyes. “I saw your smile. After I had taken
you under my protection, after I had become your guardian.”

Her eyes
fell
shut as she relived the memory.

“No.
No, Sofia, no.
Look into my eyes. Let me know
you are here with me.” She did as commanded. “That first night I saw your
happiness. Happiness I had given you.” Her lips parted in wonderment. “I adored
and cherished you, very much so—as a father does his child. But you matured as
did the very depth … the very core of my affection for you.”

“Alek, just love me.”

His response sent her soaring.

Sofia shivered beneath him, lost in the throes of passionate ecstasy.
Aleksender growled into the tight chamber of her throat, dominating her with an
erotic possessiveness and raw desperation. His hand slid between her lush
thighs and went in search of her very core. A clever fingertip skirted across
the thin barrier of her pantalettes, tracing the lips of her feminine folds
through the damp material.

Aleksender tore away her slippers and threw each one aside, allowing
them to join the ever-growing mountain of discarded clothing. He buried all ten
fingertips beneath the waistline of Sofia’s hosiery, held his breath, and freed
her from the wretched garment. The apex of her thighs was slick with desire and
want. Aleksender gasped in appreciation as he centered himself above her body.

He paused for a moment and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Then he
pulled back—shocked to find that her cheeks were damp with tears. “Sofia?” he
whispered against her skin. “What is it?”

“To think you’ve shared yourself in this way all those times. Your
body, your—”

“Yes.
My body.
You understand me? I love you,
Sofia. I love you as I’ve never loved anyone.”

Aleksender propped up his weight and studied her from head to toe. “But
such a thing cannot be undone.”

“I need it to be you.
Only you, always you.
Alek …” She smiled and reached for his face. “Let me have you in the most
intimate of ways, let me give you a part of myself that no other man may touch.
Make me yours forever.”

Aleksender responded with his caress. Broad, weathered hands skimmed
over the valley of her curves as he traced each and every bend. He pressed a
wet line of kisses down her neck, her torso—felt a sharp intake of breath as he
ventured lower … lower …

She squirmed beneath the weight of his body, fingertips tousled in his
hair.

Aleksender parted her intimate curls and circled the sweet bud in
repetitive and loving strokes, stabbing in and out of the moist heat. He angled
his lips and drew the tip into the hot cavern of his mouth. Long, teasing
sweeps fell across the hardened tip, delicate pressure was applied … a little
more … more … just enough …

Moans shook Sofia’s body from head to toe. He steadied her hips as he
suckled, drinking her in. She cried out in a burst of pleasure, swept with pure
euphoria, every inch of her flesh tingling and on fire. Spasms quaked through
her body. As they subsided, Aleksender slid up her body and claimed her lips in
a powerful caress. He grasped onto her pale hand and guided it down the front
of his trousers. She massaged him through the material, wrenching a tangle of
moans from inside his throat. He felt harder than steel and impossibly large. Slender
fingertips molded around the hidden length, massaging, moving up and down …
down and up …

“Dieu.
Sofia,” he panted
between heavy intakes of air as he wrenched her hand away. “It’s too much. I’m
going to take you now.”

Aleksender stripped away his trousers and freed himself with a groan,
rejoicing at the feel of Sofia’s smooth skin against his own. Legs entwined
together and mouths connected, he centered himself in front of her heavenly
gates. For a weightless moment, a rekindled rush of guilt consumed his mind.

And then everything vanished—leaving only the two of them and their
mutual affection for each other.

Sofia submissively angled her chin forward. Aleksender cradled it in
his moist palm, lifting her eyes to his powerful gaze. “I love you, Sofia Rose.
And I won’t pretend that I am deserving of you.”

She nodded her love, voice stolen from her breast. Parting her velvet
folds, he slowly slid inside Sofia. He quivered from the painful anticipation
and promising release to come. Sweetly kissing the top of her forehead, he
sighed, “Forgive me.”

And in a single, fluid motion, they were made one. Tears swelled her
eyes at the deep burn. Aleksender carefully maneuvered in and out of Sofia at a
steady pace, in and out, as he allowed her to grow accustomed to the sensation
and his size.

She grasped onto the uneven terrain of Aleksender’s back, holding him
firmly to her breasts. Her heels dug into the hay carpeting as the
uncomfortable, raw ache gradually transformed into something magical. Pain was
replaced with a spine-tingling pleasure … a pleasure only Aleksender could
reward her. He increased his speed and pressure with a hoarse grunt of effort.
A thick film of sweat gathered above his brow and shone in the moonlight. With
each thrust, her body gripped onto him in an unyielding clasp, forcing them
back as one. Aleksender curled his face into the crook of her neck and held her
tight. He murmured words of love against the fine cartilage of her ear, “
Amour de ma vie
… ton image hante mes nuits, me poursuit le jour, elle remplit ma vie …
” Love of my life,
your image haunts my nights, follows me all the day,
fulfills
my life.

Strong, muscled arms hooked around her torso, elevating
her the
slightest bit. Remaining connected in the most
intimate of
ways,
he sat on his haunches and lifted
Sofia against his chest. She ground against him in instinctive and intuitive
movements …brushing back and forth, swiveling her hips full circle—one
direction than the other. Aleksender raised a hand and gently trailed a
fingertip down her body in a feather light caress igniting her skin from breast
to bellybutton. Like a true dancer, she varied her tempo and movements in a
creative, soulful rendition. Aleksender angled his chin back and propped both
hands onto the cloak, lost to pure ecstasy. Encouraged by his deep moans, Sofia
gained a steady momentum as she made love to Aleksender with her heart, body,
and soul.

“Oh, Alek, I—” Sofia was rolled onto her back just as the sweet force
of her climax curled her toes. Unparalleled jolts of pleasure overcame every
pore, every nerve,
every
fiber of her being. Joining
in her release, Aleksender buried himself deep inside her body and threw his
head back in a wild roar. Pulse racing, he held her against his chest, lost to
an exquisite feeling of oneness.