Chapter 34

                                    

                                          
~Maya~


Ilya's tongue strokes mine kissing me senseless as he places me on my back hovering over me. His elbows are placed beside my head as we continue to kiss each other with so much passion it drives me wild.  
Each stroke of out tongue ignites feelings stronger than before. Sending sparks beneath my skin, flowing through my vein and adding another beat to my heart named Ilya Levitsky.  
Ilya's calloused hands hold my face delicately as he strokes my cheeks with his thumb, his lips biting at my lower lips and rousing my soul from my bones. The place between my leg's thumps with the same intensity my heart does dirty pictures of us entangled with each other filters my mind till that's all I can think of... him between my legs.  
"Ilya..." I moan his name, when Ilya starts to draw kisses at hollow part of my neck, going down and placing erotic kisses on my collarbone, towards my breast. Ilya's hand goes under my shirt, pulling my shirt over my head leaving me only in cotton shorts. Ilya's eyes darken at the view of my perked nipples which stand in the hard scrutiny of the man who once saved my life and my sister's. The man I met again a few months ago and fell in love with as if it were the easiest thing in the world.   
Ilya's tongue swirls around the pink bud, his teeth grazing it slightly and a loud moan rips out of me when he continues his assault on my nipples. I grab a fistful of his hair and try to... push him away or pull him in? The pressure of his tongue is too much to bear but I don't want it gone, I want more.  
"Ilya... more, please." I moan as my hips grind against his erection. Our movements becoming jerkier with every bite on my nipple, with every rub of our clothed crotches.  
Ilya's lips leave my nipples and he pulls him up a little to stare in my eyes, his artic eyes completely dark looking like the night sky with cloud of lust and desire covering but I can see the stars of affection and moon of love shining through them. He loves me. The realization clenches my heart in such a way that somehow it comforts me knowing that while my entire might hate me, this man in front of me who owns my heart loves me. It must've to count for something, right? 
"I love it when you beg, Malyshka. I love how you become a naughty girl grinding against the air so desperate to be filled up." Ilya's husky voice fills the silence accompanied by my pants as he slowly circles my clit through my cotton shorts. I feel my wetness drench my shorts and stick to my thighs and his words makes me fist his hair so hard so I don't end up moaning like a desperate like he called me.  
Ilya's light chuckle fills my ear like music and leans down whispering against my lips, "Bad Maya, so bad." He places a light kiss, so soft and gentle completely opposite of his earlier words, my heart quickens its pace.  
But then as quick as lightening, something flickers in his eyes, and he pulls himself back, standing straight. "Wait.... w- wait, what happened?" I hate that my voice comes out a little insecure, a lot needy. And rather than tipping my chin up and dismissing him with my eyes I grab his hand pulling him a little closer and act like an inexperienced girl, "Did I do something wrong?" When I say that, Ilya immediately puts a finger to my lips shutting me up, he shakes his head fervently as if the thought didn't cross my mind, "You are nothing wrong of perfection."  
My breath stutters, and this time I shake my head at him, "I am not perfect. Don't lie. I am an awful person who did awful things."  
Ilya sits on the bed and tugs me on his lap in such a way that my legs wrap around his waist and his arms incircle my waist pulling me flush against him, his hot breath fans my face healing the scars on my face little by little. Ilya's free hand comes between us stroking my hair so dotingly. His eyes artic eyes so warm it's like sitting in a freezing winter with a blanket around you and you sip hot chocolate with marshmallows. Never in my entire life had I felt so wanted, so important, so precious.