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"I know you are all about the fairytales and the snow. Basically waking up on a winter wonderland type of day on Christmas, but nothing about this weather is actually enjoyable, Alina!” Mal's voice bounced across the car, the bumpy ride giving it an extra shake. Outside, the snow was falling rapidly. Just before her friend had called, Alina was browsing through every radio station - each one sending out warnings for the blizzard steadily moving towards the outskirts of Os Alta... Precisely where she was traveling towards at that moment.

“Mal, please,” She whined, increasing the windshield wipers' pace. Despite the forested area, there was still a layer of snow over everything. “I know this is hardly ideal, but don't spoil this for me! I'd rather it be a bit of a hassle to make it to Ana's, than to not have snow on Chr--”

“Alina, you don't seriously believe you're going to make it to Ana's, right? Please tell me you have found a place to stop for the -- oh my god, you haven't-”

“Stooooop! There's not enough snow for me to have to stop now, it will be a waste of time. I am just 4 hours away and the snowstorm won’t be around until much later at night. I’m sure I’ll be there before the storm hits. I might even miss it! I will be fine! I promise, I will be fine!”

*

She was absolutely NOT fine.

How she loathed to admit that Mal had been right to pester her about delaying her travels, or at the very least, having somewhere to stop before the snowstorm trapped her. Naturally, Alina had refused to acknowledge her lack of planning, insisting that she could make it * just fine * to Ana's. Now, she was facing the reality of the situation.

Staring at the darkness in front of her, Alina banged her palms against the steering wheel; the string of curses leaving her mouth doing nothing to soothe her irritation and anxiety. The car had long lost its warmth; she could see a little cloud of breath forming in front of her with each exhale. Staying in the car meant certain death, as did walking out in the numbing cold, but what else could she do? If she wanted to survive the night, there was only one way. She had to find lodging somewhere, and quickly.

The duffle bag in the passenger's seat was left untouched, she wouldn't be able to carry all its weight with her through the snow. It was going to slow her down and there was no time to waste. With all the necessary items shoved deep down in her pockets, Alina triple checked the locks of her car before setting out on her frigid mission to find a place to stay for the night. By some miracle she had found a mini flashlight in the glove compartment, bright enough to illuminate her path along the wooded area. She buried her nose deeper inside her double wrapped scarf, hoping she'd be able to get feeling in her nostrils back in the next couple of minutes.

Alina felt her chest tighten, perhaps with a little fear. 

This was supposed to be her first Christmas as a well rounded adult - with a job she enjoyed, an apartment she could afford without skipping meals, and a car of her own! Taking said car on its first big trip across the state was supposed to be a celebration of its own, yet it had been ruined by the type of weather she usually appreciates. This weather, for her, signified that Christmas was very well and truly here.

As she trekked further through the wintry storm, Alina began humming to herself - holiday carols, cheerful tunes, and even TikTok trending sounds - anything to mask the crunchy noise of her feet stepping on fresh snow, Alina scrunched her coat tighter around her body with a shudder. The once soothing sound of her footsteps now tickled her brain in a strange way; it was uncomfortable and eerie.

If she managed to survive through the night, she swore to herself that she would never do something so reckless again. Ever. With each passing minute, her muscles grew more taut. It was getting harder to walk through the snow now reaching the middle of her shins.Her coat was drenched, her cheeks stinging, and her eyes watering with every blast of freezing cold air. 

Alina had no idea how long she had been walking for. Was it more than 20 minutes? Was it hours? She had lost feeling in her feet and toes; her fingers were following suit. Was she getting frostbite? As comfortable and chic as her coat was, it was not meant to withstand this weather, it was supposed to be cute. Cute and fancy for her arrival at Ana's dinner party.

She tried really hard not to despair, but her lungs were starting to smart and there was no end to her suffering in sight. No passing cars, no visible houses, no lights to indicate the existence of civilization nearby.

From the beginning of this ridiculous adventure, Alina had told herself that any sort of rustling noise would be ignored. She was aware that plenty of wild animals resided in these woods, but what she couldn't see, simply couldn't hurt her... Or something like that. 

Lifting one numb leg after the other, she contemplated her fate. 

Not known for her athletic or survival skills, the most likely scenario was that soon enough she'd have to give up. The snow kept piling up, and eventually, she'd inevitably be buried beneath it. Someone would discover her body eventually, when the snow would melt, and take away all 63 dollars and her one good pair of earrings.

This would be how Alina Starkov perished, buried by the snow. Doing what she hated most. Walking.

She was strangely content with this. What if someone wrote a book about the poor, idiot girl who got lost in the woods while searching for lodging or any sign of life? Her spirit would haunt these woods and anyone who was stupid enough to drive through there during a snowstorm. Now, that was a fascinating thought.

For a moment, the grand manor ahead didn't quite register in her mind. She was deliriously lost in thought about what her afterlife would possibly look like. It wasn't until she neared the tall, spiky iron gates that she came to an abrupt stop, her eyes wide like saucers, her mouth hanging open. The flashlight fell on the snow and she couldn't suppress the screech that suddenly left her lips. Joyful, ecstatic squeals that were muffled by the soft, fresh snow. If one were to look, they couldn't miss her awkward, little victory dance.

With her spirits renewed and thoughts of future ghostly activities forgotten, she marched towards the manor. Interestingly enough, the snow levels around the outside of the gate were much lower than the rest of the woods. Upon closer inspection, she noticed the path that had been fully cleared on the inside, assumingly leading to the mansion's front door. That could only mean one thing; someone actively lived there.

Stumbling over to the iron bars, Alina held onto them for dear life. They were burning cold but she gave them a shake, wistfully hoping that the lock would unlatch. Her eyes frantically searched for any sign of give and by some miracle, the door shifted a tiny bit. Curiously, she took a few steps forward, inspecting the lock and realized it was simply hanging from the chain. It didn't need much fiddling around with. A few moments later the chain rattled and slid off the bars onto the fresh snow.

Was she about to trespass into someone's house? Surely they would be understanding, considering the circumstances. “They'd be fools to get upset at me for knocking on their door in  weather like this.. surely they won't mind..” Alina whispered to herself as she pushed the gate open just enough to slip onto the inside of the property, promptly closing it back and setting the chain around the bars once again.

If it was any other day, she'd really sit and work on it properly, but the cold was becoming truly unbearable. A drop of bright red liquid on the white, thin layer of snow in front of her caught her attention; she had slashed her hand open without realizing it. Shoving the bloodied hand in her coat pocket, Alina marched towards the big mansion. The lack of snow blocking her way gave her the opportunity to take a look around the grounds. The whole estate was filled with trees and beautifully trimmed shrubs, dusted with snow. Just a touch further in the garden, stood an impressive marble equestrian statue, the inscription at its base illegible.

The main entrance was an ornate, wooden double door with silver, round handles hanging on each side. The most mesmerizing detail was the glass panel above the door frame depicting two overlapping circles - an eclipsed sun with a soft, butter yellow light illuminating it. Whoever lived there was awake, that was confirmation enough. Sculpted beautifully into the intricacies of the door pattern, the doorbell button rang as she pressed it for one, two, three seconds. In a last attempt to look somehow presentable, she dusted off a few snowflakes that hadn't melted on her shoulders just yet.

As the door swung open, a rush of warmth enveloped her, revealing a countenance Alina could only liken to an angel on earth. The figure stood before her, head tilted in a curious manner.

"May I help you?” The redhead inquired politely, curious amber colored eyes scanning over Alina's shivering frame.

With a deep inhale, Alina nodded enthusiastically. "I really hope so, you see I was on my way to a Christmas party and the weather turned so bad and my car broke down - of course Mal had said this might happen but I was so eager to go to A.. ah. Thank you.” She trailed off as the woman opened the door wider, wordlessly signaling for her to step inside. 

**

If heaven was a place on earth, Alina was certain it was the living room she had been sitting in for the last half hour; she had never felt anything softer and more luxurious than the fabric of that tall and padded, velvet armchair. How she longed to fall back and let the soft pillows swallow her whole. Genya, the lovely woman was arranging all sorts of biscuits, treats, and delicacies in front of her - scones with clotted cream and thick, shiny jam on the side, bite  sized victoria sponge cakes, a selection of tea sandwiches, and the most decadent chocolate cake she had ever laid eyes on. 

“Genya please, this is all too much.”

“Nonsense, you couldn’t have afternoon tea without treats. Speaking of tea, some more?”

Without waiting for an answer, the redhead refilled the porcelain teacup, making sure to leave enough room for ‘just a splash of milk’. With each sip of the steamy liquid, Alina’s heart fluttered with joy and appreciation for the generous host. Genya had fussed over her the moment she stepped inside the manor, insisting that changing into dry clothes was non-negotiable. The house was warm and toasty. There was no need for the fluffy jacket she was given to go along with the dress; a sleeveless, black, mock neck that miraculously fit her like a glove. The two women enjoyed their tea in peace for a few seconds, the fire crackling away near them and the soft croon of christmas jazz lulling them gently. 

An overwhelming feeling of gratitude washed over Alina and she set the tea aside, only to reach over and squeeze Genya’s hands in hers. “I don’t think I can ever repay your kindness, Genya. You saved my life. I will never forget that.” 

"There is no need for repayment” Genya returned the squeeze, her smile mirroring Alina’s. “Be it luck, or lack of, that brought you here, one thing’s for certain: You are here and you are safe from frostbite… and wolves.”

“Wolves?!”

With a playful wink, Genya brought the tea to her lips. “Ah. I should be grateful you did not encounter any on your way here.” 

Alina chuckled nervously, tapping her palm against her thigh. "I just want to thank you, okay? You've been so terribly kind and hospitable. You didn't have to accept a stranger into your home in the middle of the night.." She trailed off with a smile.

Genya's eyes widened and she was quick to put down the teacup, shaking her head. "Saints no, you have it all wrong. This, all of this,” Alina took in the room, her eyes following Genya's gestures. "it isn't my estate, it's not my house. I just work here, I am not the owner." 

She frowned at that, who else could it be? Genya had the attitude and plenty of the needed charisma to be a wealthy heiress of such an estate.

"That would be me." 

As if struck by lightning, the redhead shot up straight patting her dress down into place, her demeanor uncharacteristically different from a second ago. It made Alina jump in succession and swiftly turn around to face the cause of Genya’s sudden distress.

She was met with piercing black eyes staring right into the most raw parts of her soul. Unveiling and unraveling all her carefully tucked away secrets and desires. A glimpse of some feeling unknown flashed momentarily in his stare, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. 

“Mr. Morozova, sir, I didn’t realize you had returned. Sir, I apologize.” Her words faded as the man gestured, her posture rigid and unmoving. For some odd reason, it made Alina want to copy her and so she did, standing straight with her hands tightly pressed behind her back. 

“I was not aware you were expecting visitors, Genya.” His voice engulfed her, smooth like silk but stern enough to bring about a bit of unease in the air. It seemed to permeate every molecule of her body. She could hear it echo inside her head.

A voice which called to her. What she wouldn't give for him to speak her name. 

"Sir, this is Alina Starkov. Her car broke down in the middle of the storm. It's a miracle she made it all the way here…"

Once something caught her attention it was nearly impossible to draw her eyes away and good God, he was so hard to look away from. Chiseled jaw, covered with thick black hair, with just a tuft or two of gray peaking here and there. And his lips, so full. So inviting. She'd give anything to feel them against her skin, to feel them moving just like they were moving right then, but they turned into a firm line. Oh no – 

"Miss Starkov." How many times had he repeated her name, she wondered. “Have you not been taught it is impolite to stare?"

She knew, she knew it was rude to stare. Ana had pointed it out many times throughout the years, but she couldn't help it. What kind of impression had she just left him? Judging by the cold, sharp manner of his question, it was not a good one. Her throat felt dry and scratchy. her cheeks profusely flushed as it suddenly dawned on her: he was expecting an answer.

"I really didn't mean to stare. Not impolitely. I know it's a habit of mine. I've been trying to get control of it since I was a kid but obviously to no avail, and I kn-"

"Do you always talk that much?"

She couldn't hold back, the words poured out of her mouth instantly in response. "Do you always interrupt everyone you speak with?"

"Alina!" A sudden horrified gasp rushed from Genya's lips.

"Enough. Genya, fetch Ivan." He ordered simply, and Alina shivered at the way his gaze traced along her face. 

Tension lingered in the air for a moment, palpable, long enough to make him shift his eyes away and turn to Genya wordlessly. Her lips were bitten red, hesitation radiating off of her. It was clear that not following his order at once was new territory for them both. Alina held her breath as the redhead’s pinky trembled, the confliction prominent on her face. It took but a mere raised eyebrow from him. No other words, no other movements and she was off, her heels softly clicking as she walked away from them.

In theory, Alina should be terrified to be alone with a man she's never met, who acted like a headmaster expecting everybody to follow his word without question. For some odd reason, instead of fear or anxiety, irritation began to bubble inside her. Six steps was all it took for her to reach him. His look of mild amusement and surprise gave her enough strength to stay on her legs, because the way he smelled almost sent her to her knees. 

She would not be distracted by a man. 

No matter how tall… and dark… and handsome he was. No matter how good he smelled or how brazenly he maintained eye contact with her. 

“Who died and made you king, huh? Who are you to talk to Genya like that?”

His hand reached out, grasping her wrist and effectively stopping the finger that aggressively jabbed against his chest. His grip was firm and unmoving.

"You will do well to remember that this is my home and I will not be talked to in such a disrespectful manner - if you interrupt me, Alina, so help me God." Her mouth clamped shut at his warning, and her stomach clenched when he gritted out her name. 

"It is not unreasonable to expect that Genya, who is my employee, follows my orders when I give them. Simple orders. I demand that my staff respect me, as I respect them." 

She felt his irritation radiating off his body with every word, his gaze pinning her frozen in place. They were standing so close she could see the thick, long lashes fanning his eyes, the redness on his cheeks because of how long he was out in the biting cold, and for the first time Alina noticed the scar. Spanning from above his left eyebrow and sharply down his face, narrowly missing his eye before blending in with his stubble. Still firmly stuck in his grip, her fingers itched at the need to trace them across it, to feel the marred skin under her fingertips. 

He had stopped talking for a while, she realized. 

His eyes were fixed on her hand. Specifically the inside and the irritated red slash across it. His fingers slowly shifted her hand around so he could take a better look at it.

While cleaning herself up in the bathroom earlier, she ran it under water to get rid of the dried up blood, but didn't want to trouble Genya any further by asking for a bandaid or something to wrap around it. 

His questioning look was enough excuse for the words to start coming out. "I think it happened when I was trying to get off the chain around your gate. It didn't hurt..." She whispered, licking her lips nervously. 

"It doesn't seem disinfected. Didn't Genya help you care for it?" 

With a soft shrug, Alina flexed her palm. The edges around the cut were starting to feel tight. "I didn't tell her, I made sure she didn't see it. I didn't want to trouble her further, she had already done enough." Silence followed for a few long moments before Alina felt brave enough to slowly withdraw her hand from his hold, shifting her eyes away from him as he cleared his throat, taking a step back. 

Her head was dizzy, her chest full of feelings she couldn't identify. Was she scared? Offended? Sad? Was she simply horny or just tired? Being this attracted to a man she knew for less than fifteen minutes was surely insane, but her stomach felt all tingly and tight from the moment she set eyes on him. The worst part? This was the same feeling she always got either when she felt scared or excited. Was he dangerous, or just mysterious and exhilarating?

Maybe he was all of it. Alina’s thoughts were interrupted at that moment when Genya walked in with a man she presumed was Ivan following right behind her. When he stood at attention in front of Mr. Morozova sir, Alina decided she was very much excited… when she should have been scared. 

All these novels you read Alina, they mess with your brain.

"Ivan, I want you to take the truck and get to Miss Starkov's car first thing in the morning. You are to take it to the city and see that it gets fixed." 

Alina's mouth dropped open. "Oh but there's really no need for that, I can manage perfectly fine!!!" She could!!! She knew she was fully capable of doing so if given the chance.

With her words falling on deaf ears, Ivan responded to his orders with a clipped nod "Yes, sir." 

"Hm. You may go now." 

"Goodnight, sir."

He beckoned Genya closer with two long, thick fingers. Alina's spine tingled. 

"Genya I'd like you to take care of Miss Starkov's hand, it seems to be injured. Have the staff prepare the Vezda suite and ask the cook to make whatever our guest would like to eat. You're both welcome to use the dining room."

The idea of him not sitting for dinner with them made Alina's stomach clench unpleasantly. She didn't mean to make the man feel uncomfortable in his own, very big and huge, house. 

"Won't you be joining us, Mr. Morozova?" Alina inquired politely, trying to hide her disappointment and keep a frown away from her face.

"Maybe some other time. Please do enjoy yourselves and I will see you in the morning." 

Why was he leaving? 

"Goodnight, Miss Starkov."

"Goodnight, Mr. Morozova." 

***

Good things were wasted on her, they really were.

She had the opportunity to sleep in what she'd bet was the most comfortable mattress in the world. She was swimming in a sea of soft, fluffy blankets and crisp, cool sheets (not the scratchy ones). The giant pillows, too many for some but just enough for Alina to hug close and bury her face in them, made the outside world a faded memory, just a muffled noise that couldn't really touch her...

Except she was tossing and turning for the better part of the last two hours. 

At first it was her hair. She'd put it up but the hair tie was digging weirdly against her head so she let it down. 

Then it tickled the back of her neck. 

Then she got too hot and kicked off most of the covers.

Then she felt bad and picked them up from the floor because they were probably too expensive to be on the floor.

Then she was hot again, imagining a pair of searing black eyes and that smooth voice mumbling her name softly.

"Goodnight, Miss Starkov."

Well fuck you, Mr. Morozova. 

Aleksander.

Aleksander .

As soon as he had left, Alina bombarded Genya with questions that went mostly unanswered as the redhead was too preoccupied with berating her for neglecting to mention her injury. Dutifully, she sat still while her hand was properly disinfected and wrapped with a bandage, while hungrily absorbing every little piece of information Genya was willing to share.

"His name is Aleksander Morozova. From the little I know, his father was a viscount back in England, but he doesn't use the title. I cannot believe you talked back to him like that."

"Well he was behaving like an asshole-- ouch!" 

"Alina, will you stop? Contrary to what you might think, he is a really good employer. He treats us with respect and makes sure we never are in need of anything. He is just somewhat... Old-fashioned on occasion."

"How old is he, anyway?"

"Turned 42 a few days ago."

Forty two. 

Forty two to her twenty six. 

"Stop thinking. Go. To. Bed" She grumbled, punching on one of the pillows and forcing her eyes tightly shut to the point where she started seeing little flying stars and odd dotted shapes that turned to regular shapes and then she was seeing the way his hand grasped around her wrist and it was so firm and steady and all she longed was to feel it around her neck and have those fingers trace her skin and for it to burn beneath his fingertips. 

Her resigned sigh, or more accurately a groan, was quick to follow. Sleep would be evading her that night as it seemed. She reached for her phone, squinting at the brightness she'd forgotten to lower.

01:48 am.

It was officially Christmas.

With her spirits uplifted once more, she dragged herself out of bed, pulling on the silver robe  Genya had so graciously left for her. It was unlike anything she'd ever worn before, silk and smooth, just like the nightgown. Her fingers gently traced the fabrics absentmindedly as she padded quietly to the door. 

A flash of momentary anxiety settled in her chest as she pulled the doorknob, she didn't want to awaken anybody but of course the door was perfectly oiled and not a peep was heard. 

Despite the great vastness of the manor, she had to admit it seemed rather cozy and well looked after. Not all the areas felt truly lived in, but some of the rooms she had come across earlier oozed comfort. Great big windows took over one of the corridors and she couldn't help but stare outside for a brief moment. The snowstorm had come to a halt, with just a few snowflakes drifting down here and there, and there was plenty of light to go around from the reflective snow. 

The clinking sounds of plates and utensils made her jump, her hand going to her chest. Wide, curious eyes searched for the sound source. Alina couldn't help herself; she had always been ... nosy. It didn't take long to come across the door of what she assumed was his office, cracked open just enough for her to peek inside, holding her breath to minimize noise.

There he was sitting in all his glory, on an armchair with a cup of tea in hand, gazing at the fire warming up his home office. 

Was it the Christmas spirit, was it the curled strand of hair draping across his forehead, or simply the way something was pulling her towards him that made her knock gently on the door. 

"Do come in, Miss Starkov." 

A frown crawled across her face but she did go in. How did he know it was her? 

The cup was slowly lowered at the table in front of him and he stood up, smoothing down his clothing. "My staff wouldn't be awake at this time. Or if they were, they'd rather do many other things than be here." He shrugged with a smile, holding his hand out towards the table. "Tea?" 

"No, thank you, Mr. Morozova." She wondered if he'd tell her to call him by his first name. 

"Very well, have a seat then." 

Maybe not. Although, he was set on calling her Miss. Starkov. Apart from that one time when he told her to shut up and listen without telling her to shut up and listen. 

She lowered herself on the plush armchair next to the sofa, the one he had just gotten up from, her eyes following his movements carefully. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he walked to the fireplace. He grabbed the poker from the side and moved the wood around in a way that seemed pointless to Alina; but of course, she knew nothing about fireplaces or how they worked.

He stared upon the clock in front of him, right on the mantelpiece. There were a few seconds of silence, before he spoke again. "Merry Christmas, Miss Starkov." 

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Morozova. Thank you for allowing me to stay the night." 

"No need to thank me. I am happy you are safe and sound. And on that note," he turned around to face her after placing the poker back on its hanger. "I want to take this opportunity to apologize for my behavior earlier. Truth to be told, we do not have many visitors and I was caught off guard. Still," his hand went up, accepting blame for his actions. "It is no excuse."

Saints , he was so dreamy. The bar was low but fuck she loved men who weren't afraid to say they were sorry or to admit their mistakes. 

Yet she shook her head in return. "No, it was my fault we started off on the wrong foot. I get distracted sometimes and I know it's not polite. And then, and then I yelled at you..."

"You didn't yell at me, Alina."

"Yes, I did!" She jumped up from her seat, walking across the room and finding herself in front of him. Fuck , he was so handsome. Anxiety flooded her, she needed to explain herself, she needed to make him understand.

"I was so quick to judge you, gosh I was judging you SO much on the inside, for being so bossy with Genya, and yes maybe you were bossy but you have a dynamic that I'm not familiar with, and I thought you were mean to her and she said you are so nice and a good boss, and everyone loves a good boss, they're so rare these days but you seemed to be an asshole and that'd track because somehow the men I'm attracted to are usually assholes but saints, I don't know what came over me and, and and I just couldn't help but -"

" Alina ."

"What!?" She breathed out, her chest rapidly moving up and down. 

"Hush." His fingers traced the side of her face, down her jawline and giving the thin skin a little pinch when she opened her mouth to argue back. Her little glare made him chuckle and suddenly she was jumping on him, her arms going around his neck and her legs wrapping around his waist.

Their lips collided and everything went fuzzy.

His arms quickly went to support the back of her thighs and they were moving but she didn't care, all she wanted was to continue kissing him.

They were a mess of tangled up robes and feverish movements.

Alina ended up straddling his lap when he lowered them on the sofa, her body instinctively wanting to press against him but the stupid robe was in the way. She felt his chuckle as she furiously began tugging her robe, pushing it off her arms and wiggling around in an attempt to get free of it.

His hand snaked up her body and found the back of her neck, making her whine at his attempt to gently pull her away from their kiss.  

"Settle, malyshka, breathe." He mumbled against her lips and a groan escaped him; she'd nipped his bottom lip and broke away from him. He glanced back at her with a questioning eyebrow and she felt the pout rise to her lips.

"Don't tell me what to do." Her lower arms were still trapped awkwardly within her robe, the fabric tugging against her skin. "And what did you call me, what does malyshka meaaaaan?" 

So many feelings, sensations were attacking her body at that moment and she was conflicted beyond words. Every time he'd speak, a wave warmth would settle in her bones, covering her like a soft blanket. But the logical part of her brain spoke up, how could she enjoy him manhandling her like this? 

His laugh made her jump, her eyes blinking back to him. She was certain she'd zoned out once again, but this time he didn't seem bothered. On the contrary, he was smiling and it was the most beautiful smile Alina had ever seen. His fingers were gently dragging across the back of her arms in a soft caress and she felt goosebumps all across her body.

It was almost hypnotizing.

"I think you are enjoying my manhandling, Alina. I think you enjoy me telling you what to do, don't you? You were so sweet and blushing when I first came in, standing so tall and straight." He spoke so surely, as if he spoke facts. He was a madman ! "Earlier too, hm? When you knocked on my door. So polite, all 'yes Mr. Morozova' and 'thank you Mr. Morozova'. But you feel something fighting back don't you, malyshka?" 

Her throat felt so dry, her lips too. She slowly nodded yes and her cheeks burned when he copied her movement. His fingers continued to graze her arms but she was entranced, she couldn't look away from his face. 

"You don't have to fight. It's alright. You don't have to prove that you're strong, I know that you are . You fought through a snowstorm all alone to end up here. Now that you are, let me take care of you, hm?" As he was talking, his hands were slowly and meticulously working to unstuck the robe from around her, successfully dragging it off. "See? All gone now."

"Will you kiss me? Please?" She breathed out in a moan, her fingers finding the bottom of his shirt and tugging on it. "Aleksander, please..."

His hands found hers, stilled them in place, wrapping around her wrists. 

His face had changed when she spoke his name. Would he be mad that she knew of it already?

"Saints, Alina, say my name again." 

She blinked in surprise at how breathless and eager he sounded, looking at her as if she was an angel descending from the heavens. She was very much quick to follow his request. "Aleksander. Aleksander, Aleksander, Aleksan--"

His hand went up around her throat, gently but securely and brought her face down, their lips meeting once again. 

This time he was hungry. He kissed her like a starving man, his lips bruising against hers.

They kissed like they were each other's source of oxygen.

It wasn't long before Alina realized how warm she felt down there; she was soaked. She was burning up, she needed- she craved something more. Her hips gave an experimenting grind against his thigh and she gasped, her hands going up to grab at his chest for leverage. In a second, his hands found her hips, tightly squeezing them in his palms.

"That's it, Alina, fuck yourself on my thigh. Grind that little pussy against me, go on." 

"Nooo, shhh, don't- don't say that.." Alina whimpered, dropping her head down; but her body could do nothing else but follow his order.

"Don't say what, Alina?" He hummed the question. "Don't be shy, malyshka, it's okay. I felt how hot you were for me from the moment you sat on my lap. Your brain was fighting back but your body betrayed you, you've been dripping on my thigh for as long as we've been talking." 

She stopped moving with a horrified gasp, looking up at him with teary, glassy eyes but before she could open her mouth, his grip tightened around her hips and he started to move them again.

"No, Alina, no." His eyes were understanding but unyielding at the same time. He wasn't going to let that go as easily. 

"Be a good girl and grind yourself to a nice little orgasm for me, hm?" He leaned forward, kissing away one or two rogue tears rolling down her cheek.

"O-Okay." She breathed out, nodding furiously and moved her hips faster, trying to shoo all the thoughts away from her head. She didn't want to think anymore, she just wanted to feel.

And saints, she was feeling so much . He wasn't lying when he told her she was dripping; her panties were sticking to his leg and she felt her own thighs slick with her wetness. His thigh was wide enough to sit comfortably, but just too wide that she'd have to work for it. He'd squeeze his thigh tight once or twice, Alina would squeal and moan every single time and grind herself harder against him, her clit throbbing at the slight painful sensation. 

The nightgown was loose enough, it began to slide off of her shoulders, revealing her tits to him and immediately his hands left her hips, trailing up to her chest. The rough pad of his thumb found her left nipple and he rolled it around, humming in appreciation when it hardened. "Look at these cute little tits of yours, I could fit the whole thing in my mouth." He murmured, almost in awe, pinching the hardened bud between his fingers. 

At that, heat and pleasure shot through Alina's core making her pick up her speed, her mouth falling open. Her hair was sticking to the side of her face and she closed her eyes tightly. She wanted more, harder, more .

"Open your eyes. Ask for what you want, Alina." He said, his voice still gentle and encouraging but leaving no room for argument. 

Her eyes shot open. She stared at him, noting the slight flush of his cheeks but unable to look further away from that. His eyes were pinned to hers and she'd be happy to get lost in them forever. 

"Please, more. Please, please ha- haaarder." It was at that moment that he flexed his thigh again and Alina felt the familiar tightness in the pit of her stomach. 

His fingers tightened around her nipple but not enough to drive her over the edge.

"Please more, please harder, what? " He said calmly.

Why was he so calm, how could he be so calm?

"Aleksander, please!" 

He tutted, shaking his head and giving the slightest tug on her nipple, making her gasp and ride him harder as tears fell down her cheeks.

"Full sentences, malyshka. Ask me properly."

Frustration bubbled inside her and she whined, speaking was so hard right now, she didn't want to speak, he was supposed to do it on his own!

Yet for some reason, she knew that no matter what she said or did, he wouldn't budge unless he heard what he wanted. And that made her pussy clench.

She took a deep breath, like a big girl. "Please, Aleksander, please give- give me more, give it harder, please." 

She'd say all the pleases in the world if she could see his smile, so satisfied and pleased, every minute and hour of the day. 

"Good girl, Alina." 

His fingers pinched both nipples, tugging and twisting painfully, pleasurably- painpleasurepainpleasure- and his thigh hardened under her again. Her whiny, shallow moans echoed in the room as she felt the pinch straight to her clit. 

Hips moved furiously in short little thrusts and her lower stomach tightened as her orgasm bubbled and burst through her like a thunder, and he pulled her forward by her nipples, their lips colliding and his name a breathy prayer in their kiss.

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He held her tight against him, his fingers rolling her nipples through her orgasm and whispered filthy words in her ear. 

"Good girl, good girl my Alina, that's it. There you go, malyshka." His lips kissed the side of her cheek, down her neck while he rubbed her back soothingly. 

She dropped her forehead to rest on the crevice of his shoulder, nuzzling her nose against his hot skin. He smelled heavenly, a subtle hint of sandalwood and leather. One by one, she tweaked open the buttons of his shirt, longing to feel more of him.  

He allowed it without getting in her way, an amused expression on his face when she tugged one of the buttons giving her trouble a little harder, huffing in frustration. 

"Take it off." She demanded, pushing herself away from his embrace and crossing her arms in front of her. 

He threw his head back, letting out the most joyous laugh as he worked at the remaining buttons. "Little brat." The shirt was quickly discarded and his eyes fell on her once more, intense and lustful. Lustful for her.

"What now, little Alina?" 

The sudden spark of bravado she felt a moment ago shook at his tone. She wouldn't be fooled into thinking he was surrendering the upper hand. 

"Help me take mine off, too?" She offered quietly, with a smile that hoped would sway him. He seemed more than willing to comply, grabbing the bunched up fabric and sliding it up her raised arms. 

She was almost fully bare to him.

Alina went to move off his lap but gasped in horror at the sensation and what she glanced upon. Her hands flew to her face, seeking to hide it as it flamed up.

"Saints, I'm sorry I've made such a mess of your trousers, I- I have no words."

She felt his hands tug hers down. "A pretty mess you made and a pretty mess you were, malyshka." The bastard dared to smile!   "But if you are so worried about it, I have a solution. Next time I'll make you clean it up with your tongue, hm?"

Before she even thought to reply back, her world was spun upside down and she felt the thick pillows of the sofa against her back. Alina sighed contently as his body crushed hers and he settled between her legs, though he was careful to support himself on his forearms. Her fingers grasped eagerly for him when he leaned down, nudging her nose with his. Affection and warmth spread over her and she reached up to touch the stray curl that fell across his forehead. 

Their lips met once, twice and again before he began to trail hot, little kisses lower. From one side of her collarbone to the other and then her sternum, murmuring about her smooth and soft skin. In reflex, she tilted her hips upwards and breathed out a moan as she felt the cold buckle of his belt press against her center.At this, he dragged his hips higher and she gasped as she felt the outline of his cock nestle between her legs. Alina really wanted to bat at him when his lips formed a smile against her skin, but she doubted the outcome would be in her favor. 

Instead, she snuck her fingers through his hair and tugged at it when his teeth grazed against the puckered bud. Fear, or was it excitement, pooled in her stomach momentarily but the wicked man knew his way around as it seemed. He kissed and bit and licked her nipples with the appetite of a man starved. He never let one without attention, teasing and pulling and twisting continuously, slow and hard and fast and rough. Her breathing picked up and her hands tightened in his hair; she had noticed that every time she pulled, he'd pause for a second and then go back harder. This time was no different, a groan left his throat and a second later he was biting her whole tit in his mouth, sucking hungrily and leaving scattered love marks across her chest. His beard scratched against her skin, bringing the blood to the surface and making it even more sensitive. 

Her whines grew louder. "Fuck fuck fuck, Saints, harder daddy- oh!" 

His palm slapped against one of her tits and he looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, his mouth set in a firm line. Her stomach dropped as realization dawned on her. 

What the fuck, Alina, where did that come from?

"Language. Little girls don't cuss, especially not in their daddy's bed." 

What the fuck.

Another sharp slap made her twist her body away, dropping her hands in front of her chest to protect her smarting tits.

"What do you say, Alina?" 

Her mouth fell open. He was patient, she'd give him that. Not once did he look away as she lay there, the gears in her head turning speedily. 

The d word slip up seemed to be instantly accepted by him, no no, not just accepted but embraced. And now, all she had to do was what? Apologize?

She licked her lips and cleared her throat, blinking her eyes back in focus. "I'm.. I'm sorry, Aleksander."

His silence made her twitch and he pressed his forearm across her stomach, effectively pinning her down. She whined again, tilting her hips up to press against his cock, fruitlessly attempting to lure him into forgetting it and moving on. 

"Come on, honey, you can do better than that. That's not my name now, is it? You know your tricks won't work with me. The sooner you speak, the quicker I can go back to devouring you and finally getting a taste of that sweet pussy of yours." 

His mouth was filthy and it gave her a headache, it made her teeth ache but saints, she really wanted to feel that filthy mouth on her. Sullen, she dropped her hand from her chest, and instead reached for the gold chain around his neck, fiddling with the round pendant. A fleeting thought of it dangling above her face was enough to set her cheeks on fire.

Here we go. "I'm sorry for cursing in your bed, daddy."

His grin was wicked and she felt her heart, and someplace else, clench . 

"Good fucking girl, malyshka." 

Without wasting another second, his mouth was on her nipple, biting and sucking while his other hand moved off her stomach and cupped her breast in a tightly squeezed grip. 

Alina was never one to really get turned on by having her breasts toyed with. Sure, it was nice to have them acknowledged every now and then. Yet all the articles she'd read talked about how arousing nipple play could be and how there were women that could come just by having their nipples teased and played with and she just couldn’t understand it.

As it seemed, that was swiftly changing because Alina was certain she was tricked. How was it that every time he pinched her nipple, she felt a tingle at her clit? That every time he sucked, she felt herself growing slicker? 

"Daddy, pleaaase..." She didn't know what she was asking for, but surely that was his place to know! 

"Mhm, daddy can't get enough of your tits, malyshka. So small and perfect. Fuck , I could eat you whole." He groaned, more to himself than to her, his eyes fixed on how his saliva glistened around her angry red nipple. He admired his handy work, the faint indentations of his teeth beginning to show in various areas of her chest. Alina could swear she heard him mumble something about nipple clamps and how they would suit them nicely . 

"Stunning." Aleksander said, giving both tits a last kiss on each nipple and pushing himself up to kneel properly between her legs. 

While he wasn't massive, he had a defined body; he surely worked out more than the average man. One time it'd be her turn to leave little love bites across him..

His eyes never left hers and she didn't dare look away from him when he gave the side of her hips a little slap. She lifted her body off the sofa and watched him grab the material and slide it down and off her legs. Cool air hit her exposed center and she shut them closed.

Her underwear tangled from his fingers and that asshole looked so satisfied, as if he was holding an award, a medal.

"Now, would you look at that, malyshka. Fucking soaked." 

"Just for you, daddy." She breathed out a promise, staring at him wide eyed. 

She swore she could see his eyes glowing with pride. "Just for me. Good girl. Good fucking girl." He shoved it in his pocket, patting it as if to make sure it wasn't going anywhere. "Now open your legs and let daddy see what's his."

Her stomach fluttered and she shook her head. 

Aleksander cocked his head to the side, his expression unreadable. "You don't want to?" Concern flashed across his features. "Alina, if you are not comfortable with anything we're doing, just say stop and I'll stop immediately."

No, no, no. "No, no, no that's.. that's not it, I'm liking everything so much but I can't open my legs." 

"Why ever not?" 

"Daddy I'm, fuuuck, no, sorry sorry I'm sorry daddy -" she rushed out at his narrowed eyes, her teeth worrying her lip.

"Out with it, Alina, what is it?"

" Imsowetitsdoingtodrippleasegetatowel ." All with one breath. What a record.

She'd never seen a happier man. Smug asshole.

He ran his hands through his hair, away from his face as he put one leg on the floor, the other still kneeling on the sofa. Why was he getting in position already?

"Oh Alina, I want you to drip. I want my sofa to soak up all your slick, I want your scent all over my furniture, so I can smell it every waking moment. Open up your legs baby, I'm starving and it's time for a feast. Open up. Now." His hand came at her knee, pushing it open just enough to give the inside of her right thigh an open handed smack, and then another one to match on her left, making her squeal.

His eyes were glued between her legs and she swore she felt herself drip harder at that. She'd never been more wet in her life and her chest hurt with how deep she was breathing in order to keep her cool. His palms found her thighs and suddenly he pushed them to her chest, her knees next to her ears and lowered himself right in front of her spread pussy lips. His breath was hot and her fingers found his hair again. She needed something to hold on to.

Before she could tell him anything, he dove in, his mouth latching over he and his nails digging into the soft skin of her thighs as he began to suck.

" Saintsoooohsaints! " 

Aleksander Morozova ate pussy as if he was on death row and this was his last meal.

He was sloppy and unpredictable, but he was observant . He watched how her body twitched and shuddered when he lazily licked a long strip from the bottom of her vagina and up to her clit, and how she groaned when he did it again but sucked her clit into his mouth right at the end. How she squirmed away when he went a bit too long without a break between his licks and kisses, but bucked her hips against him eagerly when he nudged against her clit with his nose and wiggled his tongue against her opening.

"Nooooo, not there, Aleksander, daddyyy noo" she whispered when she felt him coat his finger in her juices and slowly rub against her puckered asshole. 

"Not there, malyshka, not yet.." He reassured gently, pressing soft, opened mouth kisses against her spread lips, withdrawing his finger a few moments later and grinning at the sigh that left her lips. Not necessarily one of relief for his quickness to grant her wish.

True to her word, Alina dripped steadily onto the sofa underneath her and pushed at his head the first time he looked up at her with a grin, her wetness glistening on his beard that had scratched so good against her. That had earned her a heavy slap between her legs, and she let out a hoarse cry, mumbling out apologies and sniffling in pleasure when a moment later, he went back to kissing her inner thighs. 

"I'm sooo close, please daddy, canIcomecanIcomepleaseplease"

"No Alina, you won't be coming now. Only on daddy's cock." 

In cue, she heard the tinkling sound of his belt being unbuckled and she pushed herself up on her elbows eager for a look. "No, I want to take it off daddy, let me!" 

His hand dropped away from his belt and he pushed himself back on his knee again, licking his lips clean and letting out a laugh at her impatience. 

"So sweet, so polite. My, my." He kept his hands away from his body as her own got closer, shaking slightly, in excitement. It took her a few tries to properly tug off the belt, carefully and methodically laying it on the arm of the sofa. He was eyeing her with an almost fond expression while she lowered his zipper, her body shivering in anticipation. She was most definitely not as patient as he was, because she pulled them down sloppily and reached a trembling hand to wrap around his cock, effectively freeing it from his clothes. He was long, warm and heavy against her palm. Unconsciously, she poked her tongue out, licking her lips; oh, she’d die for a taste of him. But fucking hell, it was thick . Thick and veiny, the head glistening with droplets of his precum. 

"Oh my, daddy, how will that fit.." Alina stared in shock, her fingers stroking him up and down absentmindedly. She let out a startled yelp when he grabbed at the nape of her hair, and tugged her head backwards, making her drop her hand from around his length. He lowered his face enough to leave a bruising kiss on her lips and mumble against them.

"You'll make it fit, hm. Won't you, Alina? You'll spread your legs nice and wide for me, yeah? Your tight little pussy is going to fit around me like a glove, because it was made for me. Because it's mine, isn't it? You'll make room for daddy and keep him warm inside you because that's what little girls like you do, they keep their daddies' cocks warm." 

She had no words, no words to talk back, no smart, witty or teasing reply. She simply nodded. Of course that's what she had to do. Silly, Alina. She just had to sit and it'd fit, it'd fit so good.

His lips broke out in a smile and this time the kiss he gave her was as soft and affectionate as anything she'd ever felt. The arrogance was momentarily dropped from his face as he took her cheeks in her hands. 

"Alina, you're alright with this? You can say no, you can always say no."

If it was any other moment, she'd swoon and melt over his reassurance. 

She turned her head to press a kiss on the inside of his palm before letting out a shaky breath.

"Aleksander," Her throat felt scratchy but her words would be few and very serious. "If you don't fuck me right now I will literally die."

He stared at her silently, barely managing to mask his grin. That stern expression she'd grown to lust for so much reappeared and he tsked.

"Such foul language, I should wash that naughty, filthy mouth of yours with soap. Starting a tally on your transgressions and we already have two so far, I'd be careful if I were you. Ah, ah, close your mouth, malyshka, now it's not the time to argue back."

In a second she was laying fully down and he was kneeling above her, one hand pushing her knee open and the other gripping the base of his erection. Alina licked her lips, both eager and anxious and watched him as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her opening, their groans of pleasure in sync. Little yips left her as he smacked it sharply a couple of times against her puffy clit, teasing the bud. 

"Daddy please, don't tease." She whimpered, nudging her hips forward in an attempt to have a bit of him touch her.
Sweat dripped down the side of her neck, soaking into the plush, probably too expensive pillows. The room was like a furnace, causing them both to pant as they sucked in as much oxygen as they could. Alina always liked her room to feel a little cooler before she slept, but she wasn’t sleeping now and this was different. This was primal, it was raw, it was erotic and it just added fuel to the fire inside her. 

"Oh, honey, daddy is sorry. He's getting too carried away. Your pussy is so shiny and slick with juices, I gotta make sure I'm coated in them, so I'll slide in easier, hm?" 

"How do you make it sound so hot!" She wailed out in frustration at his smirk, wiggling impatiently.

"Deep breath, honey." Was all the warning he gave before he slid the first inch inside her, and then another one, his eyes switching from her face to between her legs constantly. Her lips formed a silent 'o', her body tight for a second before she forced the breath she was holding out.

She knew that despite his facade, he didn't want to hurt her at all. Not unless it was the type of hurt she enjoyed. 

"Some more I think.. yeah, we need some more."

She didn’t have enough time to wonder what it was he was looking for; his fingers were prodding against her closed lips. "Open up, Alina." She obeyed mindlessly, letting them slither into her mouth, settling against her tongue thick and rough. "Good girl, now suck. Get them wet." He murmured, slowly withdrawing and fucking the two inches back inside her again, never more than what he'd already given her.

Her tongue worked around his fingers and she realized late enough that apart from tasting his skin, she also tasted something different... She was tasting herself.

Her expression surely betrayed her thoughts and she sucked harder, wanting to get over it quickly so he wouldn't speak again; he spoke such filth that made her tummy hurt. 

"You like the way you taste? I sure loved it." 

A quiet chuckle escaped him as she whined around his fingers and he slipped them off her mouth with a pop.

"Good job, honey, good job. Just need a tiny bit extra..." He brought his hand closer to his body, allowing his own spit to dribble on his fingers and she wanted to scream. 

All she did instead was watch mesmerized as he coated the rest of his length, with a pleased hum. Alina was panting, excitement and fear settling deep inside her as he leaned over her once more. 

"You'll be alright, malyshka, I'll take care of you. If you need to bite onto something.. hm, open your mouth."

Her lips dropped open, eyes wide while she watched him guide his pendant past her lips and into her mouth, nudging it shut by her chin.

"There we go. Bite on that if you need to. Don't let it out of your mouth, you hear?" He said, his tone deceptively sweet but she knew a warning when she heard one. 

He lined up with her opening again, rubbing his head up and down one last time. "Okay, now deep breath, Alina, yes, yeeees, there we go." 

She clamped her teeth around his necklace, the metallic taste of it distracting her momentarily from the stretch between her legs. Her hand blindly reached to find the one holding her thigh pushed to her chest and she saw his fleeting smile when she curled her fingers around his wrist. 

"Yes, yes honey-” His groan vibrated against her body “- good job, you're taking me so well."  He pushed in a few more inches, shushing her softly when she whined and clutched at his hand harder. "So good, so good. We can take a break if you want, it's alright."

Her eyes widened and she shook her head, as much as possible with her teeth worrying the chain. " Nooo, kee' 'oing, da-a-ddy!"

To make her point, she tilted her hips towards him, gaining an extra inch of him inside her. 

"Greedy girl. Alright then.You'll take me all in now, malyshka. Breathe, now."

With a steady pace, slow that she could stop him if she said so, Aleksander pushed himself inside her, groaning when he felt his balls touch against the soft globes of her ass. 

"Fuck, fuck , malyshka you feel so fucking good. You are so warm, so tight . Good gracious, you are heaven on earth, woman." He was delirious, which made Alina swell with pride and tug on his chain with her teeth, her eyes wide and pleading. 

He didn't need to be asked twice.

She felt him slowly, deliciously pull out only to slam back in with a force that made her cry out in painpleasurepain and rattled her teeth.

Never in her life had she felt such stretch before, that she might snap if she breathed too deep or too fast. His cock felt heavy inside her, rubbing against her walls and he tilted his hips up in such a way the tip would nudge deliciously against her clit every time he went in and each time he pulled out. Little sparks of something zapped in her belly and her whimpers came out in a staccato every time he bottomed out. 

"So good, daddy, so 'iiiiig."

"Yes, malyshka? Daddy's so big? Good girl, look at you, taking me all in."

"Nghhhhhhh."

His free hand came down between them and he gave her clit a few light taps with the pads of his fingers, the wet smacking sound making her shudder. He hummed appreciatively and did it again, chuckling in amusement with her quiet groans of pleasure.

****

He was vicious, he was a scoundrel, a monster. He was teasing . 

He was dragging out his thrusts, so slow, so long and withdrew almost completely leaving just the tiniest bit of himself inside her. And there he stayed, for so long , and then would slowly, slower than a fucking turtle, push himself in. 

Just to do it all over again!

Her fingers crawled up and behind him, digging on the lower part of his back and she forcefully tugged at the chain with her teeth, her eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. 

He became still instantly, his cock a mere millimeter away from her. 

"Little girl, what do you think you're doing?" He quietly asked, and she could feel his eyes boring holes in her face. She didn’t want to look at him. She didn't want to answer. She wanted him to make her come, now! 

"Open your eyes, Alina." 

Alina whined loudly, sniffling in response and shaking her head, squeezing her eyes shut further. 

The fire crackled loudly next to them, making her jump and she turned her head to the side just enough to feel the pendant slide off her mouth and all of a sudden she was twisted around, belly down. 

His hand rained down across her ass, weighty spanks that echoed across the room, making her cry out and try to wiggle away from his mean palm.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry daddy!" She wailed, more upset about not being able to look at him than the actual spanking. If she was honest with herself, he wasn't putting as much force as she knew he could. It was just loud and quick enough to speed up her heart rate.

"Get on your knees. Do it now." 

She scrambled to get on her knees, losing her balance once or twice before being able to hold herself on all fours, her figure trembling. 

She felt the heat of his body behind her, but he wasn't touching her any longer.

"What have I told you, Alina? Ask for what you want. And I'll give it. You just have to" a short slap “ask ." 

Whimpers left her lips as she wiggled her smarting butt, her head hanging forward. 

She didn't want to ask, she wanted to take! Liar .

" Daddy.."

"Hush. I don't want to hear from you. I'll fuck this cunt until I'm done, and only then will I consider about letting you come. Only good girls get to come." 

"Yes, daddy, I'm sorry daddy." 

"Mhm, we'll see about that."

*****

She wanted to cry.

She thought she'd angered him enough to make him fuck her like there was no tomorrow. She was expecting he'd be pressing her down and slamming against her with fury. But no, oh no, he was back to his usual business, taking his sweet time thrusting gently in and out of her, dragging it out. An orgasm was slowly shimmering in the depths of her belly, sometimes creeping closer but it was like he had a sensor, and slowed down even more when it started to bubble in the surface. 

He was merciless. Her arms shook as she struggled to keep herself up; she really was out of shape. He graciously ignored it when she lowered her upper half on the sofa, her ass remaining high up for him. Which was so much worse , because now she was even more exposed to him and felt every drag of his cock even deeper. 

Her head felt light and hot and she was drooling on the pillows when he finally began to pick up the pace, with shorter, heavier thrusts and his balls slapping against her clit. Her voice trembled as he fucked into her, in a string of breathy moans that grew louder by the minute. 

Aleksander grunted behind her, pushing firmly his hips against her. She missed his hands, her skin was hot but also cold because he hadn't touched her at all.

His tempo didn't falter but she felt him pay closer attention to her upon hearing her little sob. 

"Is there something you'd like to ask for, Alina?" 

"Yeeees, daddy, daddy, please touch me." She hiccuped miserably. She didn't care if she came or not, she just wanted his touch. 

"As you wish, malyshka. Good girl for asking." His body towered over hers, and she felt the cool touch of the pendant crushing against her back, followed by the warmth of his chest. His arm snaked around her stomach, the tips of his fingers resting on top of her clit.

There was a god; there was a God and he was fucking her within an inch of her life.

New space was being carved inside of her, the tip of his cock hitting somewhere so deep she felt it in the back of her throat. She was choking and it wasn't because of his fingers resting around her throat, he was just so deep .

"Holyfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck"

"Malyshka." He growled in warning, thrusting a particularly rough thrust.

"Daddy, I can't help it!"

"So many rules for a brainless, hungry little cockslut like yourself. Should I be more lenient with you?" 

Her hoarse scream as he hit the spot she could never find on her own was the only reply he'd get.

The impact of his thrusts and the weight of his body forced her to lay fully down, and he wasted no time grabbing her leg and bending it to her side, watching his cock disappear and reappear into her heat. "Fuck, fuuuck, malyshka , look at you, your pussy is gripping me so hard." He leaned down to mouth against her back, trailing soft kisses before giving the top of her shoulder a quick bite. 

Alina's replies were muffled by where she'd buried his face in between his pillows. "So tiiight, only for you, just for youuuu.." She heard it, the way his breath was picking up, the way he went faster and harder, dropping all of his weight against her with every thrust, he was so close, she could taste it.

"I want, daddy- I waaant.."

"Yes, my Alina, what do you want?" He asked between thrusts, his hand leaving her throat just enough to push away the wet strands of her hair sticking to her face. 

"Daddy, please come inside me, I want it so muuuuch." 

He stilled above her, completely frozen on the spot.

A cry left her as she tried to push herself up. "I asked, I asked for what I wanted, don't stop, please !" His fingers grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed, like a little kitten she went lax in his hold. 

"Say that again. What did you ask me?" 

To hell with it. "Inside me daddy, come inside me. I want it, pleasepleaseplease!" 

He was a man possessed, and he pushed inside her with such vigor that she swore she saw stars. 

"Little girl asks for what she wants huh? Good fucking girl, good girl, good girl, good girl, Alina." He thumbed at her clit, his lips now next to her ear. "Daddy is gonna give you anything you could ever ask for. Daddy's got you. I'll give you my come, I'll stuff you with it until it's running down your thighs and then I'll stuff you some more." Alina's soft whimpers turned to cries as she felt her insides quiver around him; it was getting harder and harder to hold herself back.

"My little slut is going to be full of her daddy's come, gonna keep it nice and safe inside her sweet pussy otherwise I'm gonna have to plug it. So you'll keep it in, yeah?"

"Yeahyeahyesyesyes daddy, I'll keep it in so good!"

"My good girl, you'll keep it in alright." His hand gripped the back of her hair, tugging her head away from the pillows. 

"Scream for your daddy while he comes inside you, thank daddy for what he's giving you."  He growled in her ear, his thighs slamming once, twice and then one last time against her, pinning her on the sofa as his orgasm took over.

"Thank you daddy, thank you thank you for for giving me your come, thank you daddy daddy daddy, I love it I loveitiloveit thank you daddy." She sobbed as she felt him throb and empty inside of her, his hips still moving and fucking his load inside her. Her nails dug into the cushions and she gasped at his bruising grip on her hip. 

With whatever strength she had left, Alina squeezed around him and smiled, drained but prideful when he shuddered behind her.

"That's.. that's right, malyshka.. milk daddy's cock." He whispered almost in awe, rubbing his hand soothingly against her lower back.

Slowly, he withdrew from inside her and patted her bum when she winced. He knelt behind her, watching in fascination as his cum trickled out of her. 

"Bac' innn, daddy." She whispered, exhaustion clearly rendering her unable to form proper sentences. 

He understood well enough.

His fingers prodded gently at her entrance, rubbing up and down enough to have them slip inside with minimal effort. She smiled sleepily; she hadn't come but it was more than alright. She felt satisfied enough, physically and most importantly, emotionally.

Aleksander apparently had different plans. His fingers picked up pace, curving slightly downwards, in a hooked shape. He jabbed them inside her, the tip of his thumb rubbing at her oversensitive clit.

"Oooh, oooh, aaaah daddy no I can't, too much!" She whined, wiggling her toes. 

"Of course you can." He murmured simply, in deep focus at the task at hand.

Of course she could. 

Her hips shifted, her butt high in the air and her back arched as she pushed against his fingers. Her orgasm was fast approaching and Alina panicked. She assumed she was forgiven but he said he'd consider letting her come.

"Daddy?" Her voice a strained whisper, her fingers gripping onto whatever they could find for dear life. "Daddy I can't hold it in, pleasepleasepleasecanIcome?"

"Oh, you want to come? Why don't you then?" His voice dripped of condescension and it made her clench harder around his fingers. 

But he hadn't told her to! Did he forget? Was he going to leave her like this?

The next few words came out all jumbled; she was a drooling mess. "Da-a-addy did, dii-ooh, did you consider?" 

She felt his grin at her words. 

"I did consider. You've done so well. I think you are forgiven." His fingers pistoned in and out of her, the impossibly loud, wet sounds made her want to crawl in a hole. She was so close, she would die if he didn't let her come.

"Come, Alina, come for daddy." He hushed out, his thumb pressing on her clit and his teeth leaving the first bite mark of many on her left butt cheek.

Her body spasmed at his command and she came with a wail, crying out his name. She was riding and grinding against his fingers, his words a distant hum. Her skin was on fire, her head vibrating and everything faded out to black.

******

Annoying hands moved her around. She was so comfortable, she didn't wanna.

"Shh, I know honey, but you have to drink some water. Come on now, sit up. Open your eyes, my girl." 

Aleksander . "Aleksander?" She croaked out, her voice raspy. Her eyes slowly blinked open, a blurry bearded face in front of her. 

"That's me. Now have some water, please. Open your mouth, yes, good job."

The water was too hard to swallow, making her squint at him, yet she obeyed. She was wrapped in a cool sheet, a gentle hand rubbing her back while the other held the glass to her lips. 

Five sips later, she was certain she could do no more. " 'nough. Don't wanna drink. Wanna sleep."

"Alina you must, at the very least, use the bathroom."

"I don't waaaannaa ." The light was too bright.

No it wasn't, it was just the light from the fire but she wanted no lights. She just wanted to snuggle and sleep.

"Alright, you persistent brat." She heard him stand up and for a moment her soul was crushed. He didn't want cuddles? 

Thankfully she was lifted into his arms, her own instinctively wrapping around his neck. Saints, his smell was addicting. Her robe was thrown hastily over her and she realized they were moving away out of the room. If she wasn't as exhausted, she might have bothered to care about somebody potentially seeing her in such a state.
She couldn't give a flying fuck.

They padded up the staircase she'd come down from earlier; it seemed like ages ago , and turned left. The room they walked in was certainly his, as his smell penetrated her lungs and she let out content little hums. Some other time, she'd give it the right amount of appreciation, but for the moment she only snuggled further in his arms.

She felt his chest shake with quiet laughter and all of a sudden she was propped on a toilet seat. 

"Okay, now you have to pee."

Still with her eyes closed, Alina chuckled. "This iissoooo uNsexy. But oh kay."

The silence would almost turn awkward, if Aleksander hadn't thought to move a bit further inside, turning on the shower, the water masking whatever noise she made. The steam immediately began to fill the bathroom and the prospect of standing under the scalding water made her finish her business as quickly as possible. 

His hands appeared once more when she was done, helping her up and guiding her to the shower. "Okay, in we go, malyshka. It's okay, it's not too hot." He reassured her, letting the water wet his fingers and slowly touch her arm with it, to prove his words. 

"Mmm, oh- kay, Sasha."  She didn't see him, but he grinned.

They sat quietly for a while under the hot water, both gathering around their wits. Alina eventually opened her eyes and found him smiling down at her.  His hands were gentle when he washed her hair and she might have lingered a bit longer on his back when he turned around to allow her to wash him.

They walked hand in hand from the bathroom, fluffy robes tightly wrapped around them and he searched around his drawers for a brush, which she promptly handed back to him, pointing at her hair.

"Too tired. You do it." She took a seat on the floor next to his bed, waiting for him to sit behind her. Not a second later he was taking his seat, very slowly and methodically detangling her hair. She got a glimpse of him through the mirror opposite them, his tongue stuck out in concentration. He was skillful with his hands, she had to admit. 

"Ready." He pet the top of her head and pushed himself up, before grabbing her from beneath her armpits and throwing her onto the bed, causing her a fit of giggles. 

He held out two or three possible options of pajamas, deciding to forego them all together since she shook her head on all of them. With a defeated sigh, he sat on the bed, fluffing up his pillows and laying down. 

"I kinda like you, you know?" She said with an attitude that would have gotten her a smack previously.

His body shook as he laughed quietly and pulled the duvet, indicating she should crawl over to him. All done and proper, she snuggled under the covers and burrowed herself in his outstretched arm, her leg thrown over his with such audacity that she couldn't help but grin to herself. 

"I kind of like you too, brat." He teased out the last word, his palm resting on the top of her butt. He gave it a little squeeze, she gave a little wiggle. "Tell me, how are you feeling really?" 

Alina frowned and glanced up at him. During their shower, he had fretted over every single mark and bruise, kissing and caressing with gentle lips and hands. 

She liked the marks , she told him repeatedly and refused any cream or painkiller he offered -multiple times- before they slid into bed. 

"Aleksander, I feel fantastic. I'm beat tired of course, but that's because you fucked my brains out, in the best way possible. I loved everything we did, eeeverything." She sighed out in frustration at his doubtful expression "I. Am. Fine. I am hydrated, I am still so full from dinner and I promise if at any point I need anything I'll wake you up."

He sighed, rubbing his palm over his face and nodding. "Alright. Alright, okay you're fine." He was trying to convince himself, she gathered and held back a laugh. Instead, her hand lightly rubbed across his chest, in a soothing motion and she felt him relax under her fingertips.

"And you? How are you feeling?" She whispered, feeling him tug her closer to his body. 

"I don't think I have the words to say, Alina. I have never felt that way about anyone before. I feel great, and then some more." He trailed off. 

They let the comfortable silence engulf them. 

Alina mindlessly let her fingertips trail over his chest. She let out a content sigh when he kissed the top of her head. Her eyelids fell heavy and her breathing evened out, she felt her body melt and mold with his. But it was nagging her, for so many hours, she had to ask 

"Will you tell me what it means? Malyshka?" Her question came out in a whisper, dreams claiming her eyes. His answer lulled her to sleep but she heard the smile in his voice.

"It means baby. That's what you are, Alina, isn't it? A baby. My baby."