"She was soft as an angel but oh, she could love with the fury of a demon."
- N. R. Hart
With Kate's lips pressed on his, Fyodor found his heart beating incredibly fast. His hands weren't going to stop touching her until he was forced to step away. He gripped her ass firmly as he pulled her closer to him. Due to the height difference, she wasn't going to be able to be that close to him without falling over. She fell forwards into him but he caught her easily. With her hand no longer holding onto her towel, he was free to yank it off as skillfully as a magician removing a tablecloth while leaving everything on the table untouched.
Kate gasped at the sudden coolness around her exposed body. It was a big deal to be exposed like this in front of anyone, let alone Fyodor. She loved him though, so she would make herself as uncomfortable as she needed to as long as he was satisfied with her. Even the most angelic minds house the most devilish thoughts.
Fyodor reluctantly pulled away. He bit his lower lip as he stared at her pleading eyes. She was begging him and he loved every second of it. He could get off on the power he held over her alone, but he wanted more, he needed more from her tonight.
"As much as I love what's going on, you're going to have to wait. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and wait?" He asked, gripping her face with his hand, squeezing her cheeks in his hand. She nodded as she slowly blinked, obviously enjoying being called a good girl.
He exited her room through their Jack and Jill bathroom and left her waiting. She stood there, naked in the middle of her room while he was doing God knows what. She waited patiently, only shivering when the poorly sealed windows let in an evening gust of wind.
As she waited longer and longer, she grew nervous. What if he did this to punish her for kissing Nikolai? He must've been humiliating her on purpose, probably watching her squirm from his room and jacking off to the sight. She rubbed her hands on her arms as she allowed her mind to be poisoned with these thoughts. Eventually, they landed on one outcome-- he wasn't coming back. She bent down and picked up her towel, embarrassed he had made a fool of her.
"I thought you were going to be a good girl, what changed?" A voice called out, making her freeze with the towel in her hand.
"I mean I won't complain at the sight of you bending over for me but I haven't asked for that yet, now have I?" He purred. She finally turned around and saw him leaning in the doorway with a box of protection in his hands. That was what took him so long.
"I love you," She confessed hoarsely, "and it repulses me."
She stared at him, gazing into his harsh eyes only to be met with his amused gaze. His dark, heavy laughter filled the atmosphere. It seemed as though this laugh in of itself made the temperature drop. Fear was inevitably filling her gaze so she lowered her eyes to the floor, more afraid of what he would do if he saw it. His movement was taunting as he slowly sauntered to her bowing figure with a triumphant smirk. All at once, his smile faltered and was replaced with a look of disgusted delight.
"Then you'll have to show me just how much." His voice was only barely above a whisper and yet it felt as though Zeus himself had spoken to her.
Kate found herself feeling lighter and lighter by the minute. She found herself on her knees in front of this man, her God. she stared up at him through her lashes with her mouth open ever so slightly, as though her lips were too heavy to remain closed.
As Fyodor stared down at her angelic figure, he wanted nothing more than to take a picture of her. He never wanted to forget how she looked like this, he settled for staring instead as he tried to commit her to his memory. Her face was blank with innocence and yet her eyes were dark and glossed over. He smirked when he realised that she would always be his because she wasn't an angel. It was impossible for an angel to have eyes like that aimed at a demon. He was thrilled with this outcome, she was his-- he won.
"I want you to take all of me in your mouth and show me just how much you love me, can you do that?" He bent down just enough to be able to grab her face. She nodded, clearly enjoying the fact that he took initiative and instructed her on what she should do.
She rubbed her fingertips together before she reached out for his belt. Once she touched his hips, she looked at him for any sort of confirmation or praise. He cocked a brow in amusement at her actions, which caused her to look down with a blush before she continued. She trembled slightly as she tried to undo his belt. She was flustered and this only made Fyodor's crotch throb even more. She managed to get his belt undone then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. All that stood between her and him were his dark grey briefs. She stared at the tent he had made in them and visibly swallowed at the sight. He wasn't particularly large but he wasn't small either.
Kate was more nervous about completing the act. She wanted to please him so badly but she was worried-- what if she messed up? What if she did something and he decided she was of no more value to him? She wouldn't have been able to handle being discarded after putting her body and her heart out for him to see. She didn't want him to stop being interested in her simply because she had finally submitted to him and was no longer a challenge. While Kate knew Fyodor was different from all other men, she also knew that he was fundamentally the exact same as everyone else. Fyodor liked a challenge, it amused him and kept him interested, however, the second his challenge was no longer amusing, he would discard of them with the same regard as if he were to throw out a candy wrapper.
Kate took him into her mouth, getting his member properly lubricated before pulling away. She gently gripped the base with both of her hands as she delicately ran her tongue across his tip. He shuddered at her light touch and she felt satisfied enough to keep going. She placed a soft kiss atop it before she decided to begin sucking-- she had teased him long enough. While her mouth worked on warming and satisfying his shaft, she used her hands to massage his balls. Fyodor sighed as he gripped the back of her head, clearly pleased with her. He forced her to take him entirely in her mouth. As he hit the back of her throat, Kate didn't gag instantly. With this pleasant revelation, he began to rock his hips back and forth, effectively using her mouth for his pleasure. It wasn't until the third stroke that Kate finally gagged, tears filling in the corners of her eyes. Her helpless sight only turned him on even more. He could've been sent over the edge if she continued with this for much longer. He was forced to pull away.
Kate was caught off guard by his sudden movement and was left staring at him with a slight pout. Her disappointment didn't last long though, he had pulled her up to her feet in the same movement he had pulled away with. His lips were on hers, pressing so hard that her teeth hurt. Her pain didn't last long because he began moving away with his feverous kisses. They travelled all over her cheeks before going lower, onto her neck. He settled on her neck for a while, sucking and even biting. His bite made her hiss but her heartbeat quickened. He remained on that single spot, making sure his mark would be there for a long time.
He suddenly picked her up in his arms, carrying her into his bedroom. He placed her down on the bed and his lips moved lower once more. This time they settled on her breasts. They were small compared to the bombshells he had been with previously, but he liked that. He began to leave marks all over her breasts, everywhere he possibly could was covered in little love bites from him... others were not so little. The ones that had covered her neck were darker and larger than the ones on her breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipple, inviting his teeth to her skin every once in a while. She arched her back as she hummed, showing her enjoyment. While his mouth worked on one breast, the other was in his hand, being massaged with. He grew bored of this rather quickly and decided it was time to torment her some more.
Fyodor pulled away suddenly once more, making Kate's body ache for his touch yet again. Much to her delight, he wasn't gone for long, much like the previous time. He settled back, spreading her legs. She found herself clenching at his touch. This was a far more intimate spot than he was previously at. He found her gaze and blinked slowly, much like a cat with someone they trust. His lips were on her clit, creating circles that made her squirm. While Fyodor loved her squirming under him, he loved having complete control over her even more.
He pulled away, sitting up on his knees. He was moving to touch her but she had other plans. She sat up just as quickly and began kissing him, pulling at his shirt while she did so. He nearly smiled as he realised what she wanted. He pulled away and allowed her to help him unbutton his shirt. He slid it off quickly once she was content that they were both on the same level.
His lips found hers again and he then used his body to press her down onto the mattress. With one hand he began to rub circles on her clit. She breathed heavily but didn't make much noise other than that. Fyodor, displeased with this, decided to change that. With two fingers he entered her, to which prompted a squeak from her. He decided to pump with a quick pace, making sure to wiggle his fingers. She cried out as she began to feel an indescribable surge of pleasure building within her. Fyodor then placed his other hand on her throat and squeezed ever so slightly, his goal to interrupt blood flow not harm her. She reached for her throat but only placed her hands on his for support, making no move to remove them. Her breathing shallowed as her toes curled and she screamed his name. He allowed her to ride out her release, taking note of the pure euphoria in her eyes.
Fyodor pulled his hand away and licked her sweet juices off of his fingers, making sure she was looking him in the eyes. He then kissed her forehead.
"Since you've been such a good girl for me, why don't I fuck you, hmm?" He brushed some stray hairs out of her face. She nodded hastily. He almost chuckled at the sight. How odd that Kate's entire demeanour changed when she was in bed with him.
With a meticulously planned out movement, he slipped the condom over himself and readied himself at her entrance. He smiled cheekily before entering her slowly. She moaned at this action and found herself curling up towards him. Her hands went for his shoulders as he settled above her. He found a steady rhythm, four slow strokes followed by three sharp ones. She was practically melting in the brain, he was driving her over the edge with his every move. He made sure to shower her face and neck with kisses while he continued his thrusts. He left no part of her unattended, which she was grateful for-- sex had never been this interesting before.
Fyodor, however, began to grow bored of his rhythmic pattern and decided to switch things up. He pulled out in order to flip her onto her hands and knees. He then entered her once more, going much harder and quicker this time. She cried out as the sound of their flesh hitting each other became louder and louder. Fyodor liked this much better. He reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling it towards him. Kate very much enjoyed this action and whimpered.
"Fyodor, I'm--"
"Oh, God!" He cut her off, knowing that her words would drive him over the edge, past the point of no return from pleasure. When her walls clenched around him, he felt perfect-- he was born for this moment, to fuck Kate Chopin all night long. Kate's shudder was all it took for him to release what he had been holding back. He pulled out promptly after, not wishing to test his luck. He stood up quickly and walked into the bathroom to clean up before returning to Kate who lay in his bed, catching her breath.
Fyodor slipped under the covers, pulling Kate into his chest.
"Thank you," He whispered as he kissed her shoulder. She hummed in response, tired and half asleep. He smiled and listened to her breathing which grew deeper by the second.
"I love you too." He murmured before placing one last kiss on her shoulder. He closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep with a smile. Everything was right in the world, he found his soulmate.