Thankfully my next dream was far more pleasant.
A pair of warm, large hands running down my sides, gripping my hips tightly and pulling me close. Always closer and closer, never pushing away. Soft lips pressing desperately against mine. I wanted to suffocate rather than pull away. Aleksander. I should be surprised, angry even, that he was here, invading my dreams for the second time. But I couldn't bring myself to care, this felt too good. He felt too good. There was something freeing in his embrace that I couldn't find anywhere else. Something that could finally satiate the burning need I always felt around him.
Milaya. My Alina. Moya Svet. Moya Lyubov. Mine.
My hands found their way up, around his neck. Fingers tugging his hair, tugging him down, pressing myself firmly against him. His hands held my hips so tightly I knew it would bruise. Still wanted him to grip even tighter, pull me closer and closer, until there was nothing left between us but skin and sweat. His lips separated from mine, only to trail down my neck, kissing and biting. Marking me. I moaned loudly and he groaned at the sound.
Mine. Mine. Mine. His possessiveness really should worry me, or even scare me. But l loved it. It showed just how much he really wanted me, how much I effected him. Proved to me that I wasn't the only one desperate for this.
Yes. Yes. Yours, Aleksander. I'd never been wanted the way he so clearly wanted me. I'd never been prized before, never been cherished, it was thrilling.
He shuddered and returned to my lips. When had the bed gotten underneath us? More surprising was the sense of security I felt pressed underneath him. Nothing would touch me, nothing could hurt me. I'd never felt safer. One large hand kept him raised slightly above me, keeping him from crushing me, while the other skims over every expanse of skin it could find. It wasn't enough. I wanted more, wanted to feel every wonderful inch of him against me. He was so much larger than me. I wanted him to surround me, to wrap me up in those arms until he was all I could feel. I wanted to lose myself in him. I tugged on his shoulders, pulling him fully onto me and he groaned again. The sound sent a wave of heat through me. I wanted to tear that sound from him over and over.
I don't think you understand what you do to me…
My effect on him thrilled me. I'd never felt as powerful as I did when he clutched me to him like this. The knowledge that I could reduce his well maintained control to tatters sent the heat pooling in my belly, fueling a fire I feared would consume me. I wanted him to consume me, I want you to touch me Aleksander.
Slow down, Milaya. The first time I have you will not be like this. I intend to take my time. The things I'm going to do to you Alina… I'll make you forget everyone else but me. And wasn't that just the hottest thing I'd ever heard? My mind filled with sinful images of the things he promised, and I couldn't help the moan that slipped out.
Promises. Promises. He chuckled against my lips, but it morphed into a groan when I threw my leg up around his waist, pressing every delicious inch of him against me.
You will be the death of me.
I woke with a smile on my face. Even if my waking world was filled with confusion and problems, at least I found something to take my mind off of it. Even if that someone was the source of most of the problems.
They hadn't gone much farther than the desperate kisses and light touches, Aleksander was stubbornly firm in his patience. As much as I'd hated it in the midst of our tryst, I was glad he had maintained enough control for the both of us. It was too soon, his betrayal still too fresh in my mind. And sex- mind-blowing as I knew it would be- would only complicate everything further.
I happened to glance at the mirror on the way past and stopped dead. There were all the love-bites he'd left the night before. My neck was covered in tiny red-purple marks. I lifted my nightgown up above my hips and stared. Dark bruises were already forming, tiny fingerprints marking my skin. Marking me as his. They weren't supposed to be real. It was just a dream? A dream that we shared, but surely just a dream.
Wasn't it?
I stomped into the war room not long after and found Aleksander at his desk, elbow deep in a stack of paperwork that always seemed to grow higher. He looked up at me and smiled, and a bit of my annoyance melted away. He was just so handsome when he smiled, it made him look so much younger, so much more carefree.
"Good morning Alina… I trust you had more… pleasant dreams."
"Yeah about that.." I sighed and looked away, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I tugged the collar of the kefta down enough for him to see the darkening purple spots that peppered my neck and did my best not to shiver at the hungry look in his eyes. The smirk he sent my way sent the now familiar warmth rolling through me, and I could feel his own desire, simmering at the edge of my senses.
He looked entirely too smug and satisfied with himself. I wanted to smack him and kiss him silly in equal measure. I settled for crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him. He chuckled.
"It's not funny, Aleksander!"
Milaya- pretty one, darling, sweetheart
Moya Svet- my light
Moya Lyubov- my love