Page 89 of Volatile Waters

It was the act of raw survival.

Fire moved as if crawling to her death bed after I forced her to her hands and knees, then commanded she come to me. And she seemed to have lost all fight for life as I taught her how to sit like an Elite, exposing her core to me.

Somehow, it all made me feel like shit.

That night, after leaving Fire stunned and overwhelmed on the floor in her room, I crept into Wolf’s. His light was off, and he was sleeping. I tried to shut the door quietly, but he sprang up. I could feel him intensely reading my body language. My soul reader was showing his expertise as he pulled down his blanket, inviting me in.

Drained, I slipped off my shoes and jacket, and accepted. Crawling into his bed, I felt dismayed. “I’m not who you think I am.”

His stare never left mine as he opened his arms. “The problem is, you don’t know who you are.” His voice was gravely due to having been awakened, and I loved it. It wasn’t gentle, like Fire’s, but it was perfect for what I needed. I needed him. His bare chest, his embrace, was too alluring to deny. I settled my head against him before he laid us down. On his back, he held me comfortingly. It was the first time I had ever experienced such a sensation. “You have to make the decision to see who you really are, Yury, and decide if you like what you see.”

His beating heart was a rhythm I held on to so I could be brave enough to soak in his words.

I finally admitted, “My real name isn’t Yury.” Although I did not offer him my real name, he gently ran his fingers through my hair. It is probably a simple gesture to most, but it was heavenly to me. My body melted to his as I inhaled his soft scent, finding a relief I didn’t deserve. I asked, “Can I kiss you now?”

I could feel him staring at the top of my head, but he lacked the courage to meet my eyes.

Maybe he knew me asking was a first. Maybe he knew he was seeing a side of me no one else ever had, certainly not to this level. Maybe that is why he answered, “I’m afraid, once I kiss you, I will never want to stop.”

Was it a leap of faith? I couldn’t be sure, but I jumped anyway.

Lifting my face to his, I begged, “Never stop,” and moaned as he took my mouth.

I didn’t know much about kissing, but I was certain no one had ever been kissed like this. I felt it through my whole body, from my toes to the ends of the hairs on my head. Strong hands clutched at my face, grounding me, while I was preparing to run. His tongue told me to stay with him, not to be afraid of the unknown.

We kissed until our lips were swollen, and my eyes finally shut. We fell to sleep in each other’s arms. It was the most beautiful night of my life. And it only got better.

I was awakened by his lips. At first, I jolted back, not used to kissing anyone and not wanting a slave’s mouth on mine, but then I saw his heavenly eyes, asking if it was okay to kiss me. I rushed forward to lie on top of him, seizing his mouth in approval. I wanted him so desperately, it almost caused pain in my chest and stomach, yet it was superb agony. My breathing became erratic as his tongue caressed mine.

With me on top of him, he opened his legs, where I slipped in between. Breathless, he told me, “Time. We never know what we have left.”

Again, my mouth possessed his, because his point was so valid it scared me. I didn’t want this to end.

He was naked, and his erection was prominent. It felt heavenly against my stomach. I was clothed, but still, my hips bucked forward, desperate to find my way inside him.

Not moving his mouth from mine, Wolf’s hands slipped between us to unbuckle my pants. I was gasping for air, so eager to feel his touch. When he finally grabbed hold of me, I stopped breathing altogether. I literally had to pull my mouth from his to see—to understand—why it felt so fucking good.

With my pants still around the lower part of my hips, I gawked at the male hand stroking my dick. “Wolf, I might come before we get started.”

“Wolf?” He chuckled through his heavy breathing.

I nodded, “Yes, that is what I call you—” until I caught a glimpse of his own erection, laying on his muscular belly. I had touched many but only during torture or training. Never had I held one in my palm because I wanted the man to have an orgasm with me.

Watching me, Wolf gazed down. He gritted his teeth while I worked him as good as he was giving me. And, if his hand felt this good, I knew the rest of him was going to be glorious.

My eyes drifted away… then back to him.

Wolf’s hair spread all over his pillow. Sweat built on his chest. He whispered, “It’s been a long time.” I nodded. I understood to go slow. He smiled. “But I want you naked. I want to see what has been hidden.” Again, starving, I nodded. I kicked off my pants and socks while he unbuttoned my shirt. “I like the name you have given me—” That had me kissing him even harder. He laughed against my mouth, half-kissing me back. “As much as I want my mouth on yours, I want something else, too.” He stripped my shirt off. Staring at my chest, he said, “Damn.” Then took my nipple into his mouth.

It felt so incredible; I slammed my palm to the wall above his head. He laughed again, his breath brushing across the wetness, stirring me into a frenzy.

His hands grasped my ass and pulled.

“Let me have you.” Naked, I knelt between his legs again, then spit on my palm. I was sure to spread it well before directing my erection right where it needed to be.

Wolf started to shake, his hands gripping at the mattress, so I leaned down and kissed him. “I promise not to hurt you.”

In between kisses, and breathing impossibly heavy, he assured me, “I’m not scared. I just ache for you.”