Chapter 35

                                    

                                          
~Maya~


Thud. Thud. Thud. ThudThud. ThudThud. ThudThud. ThudThudThud. 
Ilya's heartbeat fastens the longer I draw hearts over his chest. If it weren't for my head on his chest listening to his powerful heartbeat I wouldn't have known. 
I tip my head back, my eyes locking with Ilya who peers down on me, his blue artic eyes sending chills down my bare arms. My smile shift into a slight smirk as I notice the pink flush on his red, turning on my stomach I put my chin on his chest and start to kiss him downwards nipping at his skin lightly, drawing random strokes with my tongue I feel his erection poke my thighs.   
Ilya's hand moves into my hair, gripping them firmly as he locks me in place, "What are you doing, Maya?" Ilya rasps, his breath coming out in puffs his hand slowly moving to massage my scalp a loud moan leaves me. Ilya's hand tightens on my scalp at the sound of my sinful sounds and in an instant, I am on his back with his body hovering over me. The heat in my belly pools till it liquify my feelings and leaves my body in the form of wetness between my thighs. 
My eyes rake over his naked form every tattoo on display for me, the muscles in his body tensing under my fingers. I guess he knows me too well or maybe he is smarter than me because he catches on to my actions, his own devilish smile creeping up and million butterflies escape my belly when his own icy gaze rake over my naked body. Ilya leans on his elbows, so our body close enough that we give each other our body heat.  
Everything inside me screams to open my legs and let Ilya slip inside of me, but I cross my ankles keeping my legs shut. Rubbing my legs slightly to relieve the ache between my legs. Ilya's hand slip between us resting on my thighs which he slaps them apart. A gasp leaves me when I feel his warm hand cupping my sex my hips bucking on instinct. More.  
"Tch, tch, tch, bad girl, Maya. You're already wet, when I just touched you?" Ilya's teasing voice fills my ear and my legs tighten around his waist, clutching him close. "You want to ride me, Malyshka? You want me to fill up your tight hole that makes me see stars in the daylight?" Just when I think he's going to fill me with his fingers a knock on my door interrupts us.   
"Maya, it's me Mia. I want to ask if you're okay." My heart falls into my stomach and all the good mood around me evaporates. It's been three days since my meltdown in the bathroom and three days since I last talked to anyone in my family. I have been in a fake honeymoon for the last three days orgasm over orgasm till I pass out and Ilya the only one leaving the room to fetch us some food from the kitchen. He feeds me, and then we watch some movie which just ends up with him over me, making love to me again. The thought of it coming to an end breaks my heart, I am not ready to face my parents, at least not now. A knock sounds again, this time with more power, "Pumpkin, are you okay?" This time Dad speaks through the door snapping me out of my stupor. I knew I have to talk to sooner or later, explain everything to my family, but I thought I had more time.  
How much more time do you need, Maya?  
My eyes move to Ilya who has pushed himself off me, he wears his clothes at a lightning speed. "Give us a moment, Mr. Hunter." Ilya says buttoning his pants and moving across the room to my wardrobe where he looks for some clothes. Embarrassment flushes me when I realize I am naked and my family is standing outside wanting to talk to me about past traumas.  
Hush voices sound from the other side of the door before another knock sounds this time the voice booms, making me flinch, "Open the fucking door, Levitsky. Before I fucking break it down." Nikolai punches the hard wood once, the door rattling with the force. My heart quickens at the sight, afraid of what'll happen if the door slams open. Ilya runs towards me noticing my growing anxiety. He lifts my legs and pulls up my blue lace panties followed by denim shorts which he hurriedly buttons. He retrieves a green sports bra which he zips from the front and pulls over a Kings U. sweatshirt over my head. My mind is still reeling over the color combination of my inner wear and I look at him with a questioning gaze, blue lace underwear and green sports bra, seriously?