#Chapter48
He knows what him speaking Russian does to me. His voice, the edge laced in the words, hands wrapped on my neck as the other yanks me by my hair having me on a tiptoe. My hazels bore into the burning inferno of his flaming grey and then I realize; if love is a flame, I will gladly burn for him.
In a flash my back is pressed against his front, cool breathe fans my neck hearing his soft grunts just as he slips inside my slippery wet folds so deliciously.
/"Oh fuck!/" We both moan at the feels once he reaches hilt hitting perfectly at my sweet spot. Clawing to grasp anything only met by the smooth wall. He pulls away thrusting back in me causing my eyes to roll back in already seeing stars. Fuck.
