No sooner had the words left my lips than he spun me around, catching me off guard. My fingers digging into the cold, smooth stone railings as his hands slid under the hem of my dress. His touch was electric, his fingers tracing the curve of my thighs, slipping beneath the silk of my panties before finally plunging deep between my legs.
A shiver ran through me, and I arched into him, breath hitching, lips parted in silent surrender as the cool wind tangled with the heat between us. My nipples hardened sharply, like needles pressing against the thin cotton of my dress. His fingers moved relentlessly, in and out, circling my clit, teasing the slickness of my arousal.
Then his grip tightened, pulling me closer by my neck.
"Keep your friends on the railings, Princess," he breathed, his voice like a low growl against my ear. Without hesitation, he tugged down the front of my dress, exposing my breasts to the open air, to the world.
This time, I obeyed, clutching the railings tighter as his hand claimed my breast, rough and possessive, kneading it with a hunger that sent sparks through my veins. His other hand continued its intimate assault between my thighs, never faltering. His lips pressing hard on my neck, biting and sucking, leaving a trail of fire in their wake while my shawl slipped helplessly from my shoulders.
It was like a declaration, raw and unyielding. A claim marked by the moans tumbling from my throat, moans that spoke of surrender, desire and the undeniable truth of who I belonged to.
"I love the way you sound," he murmured, his voice rough, my nails digging into the cold stone. "Especially knowing I'm the only one who can fuck this side out of you, raw."
His hand slipped away from my breast, his fingers quickly undoing the buttons of his trousers. There was a shuffle before I could feel the hard press of his cock against my lower back, pressing against my entrance. I moaned, unable to stop myself from grounding my hips against him.
His palm slapped my lower back sharply, and I froze. The searing pain and shock sending a jolt through me. Pain and pleasure melding together.
He chuckled darkly, just as I felt my shawl slip from my shoulders, falling away like a whisper.
"Alex..." I breathed, a sudden hollow ache blooming inside me. Then I could feel the smooth fabric tightening cruelly around my neck.
My hands flew up instinctively, clawing against the silk but before I could pull it free, his other hand pulled out of my pussy and held me down, hard.
"Keep your hands on the railings, my love," he growled, ragged and raw. "Or I won't fuck you the way you're begging for me to."
So I did, being the obedient woman that I am, I clung to the stone, my nails digging in as he hauled me back by the shawl, forcing me to arch my back before he slid fully inside me, slow and deliberate. His lips crushing against mine, swallowing every moan and cry I couldn't hold back.
Harder. Deeper.
Until the world narrowed to nothing but the relentless rhythm of him, sliding in and out of me, claiming me for the world to see. With the wind teasing my bare skin, sending sharp shivers down my spine as his voice dropped low, murmuring sweet nothing in Russian, embedding those words into my skin.
Then his pace quickened, fierce and unyielding.
His guttural groans mixed with the wet, urgent sound of him driving into me, his hand weaving between my legs, expertly stroking my clit. Around us, the waves crashed against the cliffs, echoing my cries, wild and raw.
"Faster, please, Alex..." I gasped, desperation thick in my voice.
I need more. More, more, more...
"As you wish," he breathed, yanking my shawl tighter, forcing me to arch my back even further, chest rising, hands clawing at the stone railings as he pounded into me.
Hard and unrelenting. Primal.
My breasts bouncing with each thrusts, exposed and vulnerable in the open air.
Anyone could see us, if the boats would've just sailed closer. Or if the people there would've cared enough to peer through their binoculars. Anyone.
But we were past caring.
My lips parted, breathless as he spread my legs wider, his other hand digging into my hip to ground me. "Fuck," he growled, voice rough with desire. "You're so fucking tight."
His relentless thrusts drove deeper, as if he was proving his point, each one pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My breath hitched, heart pounding as waves of heat coiled tighter inside me. His fingers never left my hip, gripping them tight while his other hand held onto the shawl around my neck.
Stars started to form on the edges of my vision, until a shudder ripped through me. My body tightening around me as I shattered. Moans spilling past my lips, raw and beautiful while I clung to the railings, trembling, caught in the rush of my own release.
He didn't relent.
With a guttural growl, he buried himself deeper, his pace stuttering as his own climax built. A few hard, urgent thrusts later, his breath hitched and he followed. His body shuddering against mine, claiming me once more in the fading moments of pleasure.
We collapsed together, the wind cool against our heated skin as the world narrowed to the steady rhythm of our slowing breaths.
"I love you so much," he murmured against my bare shoulder, his lips warm and tender as his hand moved slowly over my chest, like he was trying to shield me from the cold. Holding me close, wrapping me tight against him.
My thoughts scattered, overwhelmed by the flood of my long-buried feelings crashing through me, twisting my veins, igniting every nerve. I could no longer deny it.
I only belong to him, just as much as he belongs to me.
I rested my head against his, while he buried his face in the hollow of my neck, inhaling my scent like it was my last breath.
It was the first time I truly had felt peace, the fragile kind. With a love so fierce and raw, it seemed too fragile too hold, yet too powerful to let go. The kind of love that burns brighter because it knows it might be lost.
And before I knew it, my lips were already parted, shaping the words I had kept carefully locked away, "I love you too."