Sienna just stares at me for a long time.
Karik clears his throat to address me in Russian. “Salinas’ men left before we did. Gregor’s men have abandoned the chase.”
“Good,” I say.
Sienna’s eyes dilate again. My sweet girl enjoys being praised? What a pleasant surprise. I stroke her arm, covered by fabric. “When we get back to the house...”
Fuck, a big part of me doesn’t want to punish her for kissing me, but I know she enjoys being spanked. She might deny it, but last time, she was wet, moaning, and arching back for more. Her body doesn’t lie, even if her mouth does.
Sienna takes a deep breath. “I don’t always like your rules.”
“So you want me to touch you even though you haven’t followed my rules?”
“You’ve been touching me. Clothes don’t change that,” she argues.
“It does,” I purr in her ear. “Because I know you want my hands on your skin. You want my fingers between your legs, sliding into you, rubbing your clit, soaked by your wetness.”
Her breath catches. “I ...”
“You stripped in front of me, practically begging me to touch you. Is drunk you more honest?” I ask.
“I ...” her eyes focus on my shoulder. “We should clean that up.”
When we get to the house, I dismiss the staff, Karik included. Sienna takes my hand and drags me back to my favorite shower area.
She clears her throat. “There was also no rule against me touching you, just you touching me. You even said I could torture you, so I don’t deserve to be punished.”
“No questions about what happened?” I ask with a snort.
Sienna turns and unbuttons my shirt. Her eyes meet mine. “It’s pretty clear. That was the danger you stole me to protect me from.”
“Partly,” I agree. “Salinas and I have unfinished business. Speaking of, when did you learn to speak Spanish?”
“Lo estudié en la Universidad,” she answers. I shrug and she laughs. “I studied it in college, a bit in high school, too. They weren’t saying nice things about you ... from what I put together. Called you a demon and a killer.”
“Not wrong,” I shrug, then groan as pain radiates out.
Sienna removes my shirt and looks me over, avoiding the blood. She swallows. “I don’t do well with blood.”
“I can take care of this.”
She undoes my pants, making me hard all over again. We both watch as my slacks fall to the floor and I kick out of my shoes, leaving me naked. She shudders, eyes focused on my cock.
“You can look all you want,” I say with a chuckle.
Huffing, she turns on a shower and backs away. I stand under the water and wash out the wound. This one does need stitches, but that can wait.
“Come here, Sienna,” I say.
“I’m getting bandages,” she answers.
I roll my eyes and clean myself up. When she returns, I step out of the water. She dabs my shoulder with a towel, then uses the sticky part of the bandages to hold the wound together before putting a huge bandage over it and securing the edges.
“There. Better.”
She turns around, but I grab her hair, sliding my fingers under the elastic in her hair and pulling her back to me. She braces herself on my chest as I lean down.
“You’re touching,” she whispers.
“You want me to,” I say, still focused on that.
“After everything today you’re focused on-”
“Fighting is normal, you ... you are special, Sienna,” I croon, gripping her tighter and guiding her closer.
“Join me in the shower,” I order. She hesitates. I arch an eyebrow and pull her so close our noses touch. “Stop thinking about what you should do or how you should react and admit what you want.”
She swallows. “I don’t want my clothes wet.”
I release her and watch as she strips. First her shirt and pants. Her shoes and socks, then her bra, slowly taking it off as I restrain myself, clenching my hands at my sides. Sienna reaches for her underwear, but I shake my head.
She steps forward, slips, and I spin her to brace her against the wall. The water soaks her, turning her thin white panties nearly clear. I groan and kiss the side of her head. “Use your words.”
“I just stripped. It should be obvious that I-”
I bring my hand down on her ass. She moans as her ass jiggles for me. I spank her again, harder, my fingers spreading. She pants, but arches her back for me. So I keep going until she whines.
“Use. Your. Words,” I order.
“I ...”
I spin her around, pressing her back against the wall as my cock rubs against her inner thighs. She stares up at me, lips parted, eyes hooded, cheeks flushed. “V.”
“Is one kiss enough for you?” I ask, cocking my head to the side. “Is one week with me enough?”
“I-I want you,” she whispers, the water nearly drowns her out.
“You don’t sound sure,” I murmur against her lips. I stand taller and she leans back to look at me, her fingers stroking my sides. Her fingertips skim across my skin, making me shiver. No one’s touch has ever made me so eager. “Convince me.”
“I fucking want you,” she says in a huff. “If you make me say it again, I’ll-”
I kiss her hard, pushing her back against the wall as I plunder her mouth, determined to have everything I can. She moans and clutches me closer, wrapping her arms around my neck as I grip her thighs and pull her up where I need her.
“You made me wait far too long,” I growl against her lips.
“You loved it,” she argues, tugging on my hair.
I adjust her in my arms, cupping her breast, then tugging her nipple. Her head falls back, giving me access to her neck. I kiss and lick, tasting the water off her skin. She pants and rolls her hips against mine.
“Only you get away with this much sass,” I growl, jerking her head up to bite her bottom lip.
Sienna moans and feasts on my mouth while reaching between us to touch my cock. She pushes the head of my cock against her pussy and I shake my head. “Not here.”
“You won’t fuck me in the shower?” she asks.
“Who said I was fucking you at all?” I ask with a smirk.
Sienna drops her legs from around me and takes off her underwear even as I try to grab her wrist. When I get a hold of her, she shows me her damp underwear in her hand.
“I want you and you definitely want to fuck me, V.”
I had a reason to wait. If only I could remember what it was. All I can think about is the sexy, naked woman in front of me. The woman I’ve craved for ten years is finally within my grasp.
“V?” Sienna asks, suddenly nervous. “You ... you do-”
I kiss her again. She’s not allowed to think for a single fucking second that I don’t want her. Ignoring the shower, I carry her through the house, kissing her like I need her more than oxygen. Stopping in the kitchen, I hold her against the island, nibbling her neck, right over her pulse.
“I don’t know how to not want you, Sólnyshka,” I say.
“Anyone outside can see us,” she complains.
“No one is here,” I promise. “And I’m going to fuck you in the garden.”
“V!”
“Just like you dream of,” I insist.
I pick her up again, open the door and drag her over to the sunflowers. They’ll protect us from anyone who peeks over the walls.
Laying Sienna down, I kiss down her body, sucking her nipples one at a time, trailing my fingers over her hips, making her wait.
“Please,” she pants.
“So impatient,” I growl.
“I want you so much. Even when I know better, I still want you,” she moans.
How am I supposed to resist that? I bite her hip, then spread her legs wide. She’s already so wet, so eager. Sienna tries to cover herself, but I grab her hand, hold it against her belly, then lick over her slit, tasting her.
“Fuck,” she moans.
I push her thigh open further and lick again, deeper, savoring how she tastes, the way her back arches, and the low sound that leaves her throat. I swat the inside of her thigh before kissing her mound. “This foot stays right here or I’ll spank you again.”
“Yes,” she agrees.
I swat her again. “Yes what?”
“Yes, V.”
“Good girl,” I say.
Sienna lifts her head and bites her bottom lip as she watches me. I stroke up her thigh, then work two fingers into her soaking pussy. She’s so hot, so wet. Her pussy squeezes around my fingers so tight that my cock twitches.
I lick over her clit again, then suck it hard, determined to bring her to the edge before I’m ever inside her. Her hips lift off the ground, grinding against me as I continue to devour her.
She’s so fucking sweet, so damn perfect. No one else should ever have the pleasure of tasting her like this. She’s mine, mine alone. Sienna groans as I push my fingers inside her, then scissor them apart. I want to try everything, want to discover what makes her happiest, what she loves most.
Thrusting a third finger into her puts her right on the edge, chanting my name, whimpering, and pulling the grass right out of the yard. So I stop. She whines. “V, please.”
“You want to come, baby?”
“Yes! You feel so good. Please don’t stop.”
I draw back, kneeling between her thighs. Hooking my arms under her legs, I drag her towards me and kiss her, so she tastes herself on my lips and tongue. “You don’t get to come until my cock is buried inside you, naughty girl. I know you want to be a good girl for me, don’t you, baby?”
“But ... your tongue is so nice. Your fingers are so good.”
“Then you’ll be even happier with my cock, won’t you?” I ask.
She nods, wraps her arms around me, and kisses me again. I rip the elastic out of her hair and thread my fingers through her curls, tugging her so I can take her mouth like I need as I grind against her, letting her feel my dick without fucking her.
“Please, V, I want you,” she whimpers. “Please fuck me, V.”
“Such a good girl,” I groan on her lips.
I take my time easing into her. She’s so tight, so wet that I’m afraid she’ll undo me before I give her an experience worth remembering. I have to be the best she’s had. Have to prove to her I’m better than anyone else she could have. I have to convince her to stay.
“More. I want all of you,” Sienna begs.
I lift her leg, placing her ankle on my shoulder, then swat her ass. “Patience is rewarded, demands are not.”
“Please,” she softens.
I fill her entirely, thrusting into her and holding her in place as she takes every inch.
“V!” she sobs, gripping my shoulders tight. “Fuck.. I..”
“You are a good girl, fuck,” I groan. “My Sólnyshka.”
She nods, gasping with each roll of my hips, my cock twitches with every gasp and I enjoy taking my time sliding in every inch, as I watch her back arch, her nipples harden, and her lips part for me. I kiss and suck her neck, then take one nipple into my mouth as my hand strokes down her belly to rub her clit.
“You don’t get to come until I say so.”
“Please,” she whines.
“Wait. It’ll be worth it,” I promise before nipping her skin as I up the pace.
There’s no way I can live without doing this again, daily. She’s the first glimpse of heaven I’ve ever gotten.