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Power

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Chapter 45: Power (Rhys's POV)

Stella had the kind of power over me that nobody else in my life ever had. I was willing to do anything for her, all my rules were bent and broken for her, and I was on my knees for her. In all my years, no woman affected me the way she did. No woman had the power to ruin me the way she did. 

Stella completely owned me, body and soul. Despite knowing the way she made me crumble, she was the one coming undone tonight. I had the power tonight and I wanted it every single night. I wanted to be the only man to be lucky enough to see Stella like this, the only man she trusted enough to let in, to be with. I never wanted to lose this, her; I never wanted to lose us. 

"Rhys," she gasped sharply as my mouth met her core for the first time. 

"This is new," I mumbled, slowing myself down, "you're easy to please." 

A shuddering exhale left her. From the looks of it, every little touch, every breath, every kiss, down to every little brush of my lips against her skin was too much for her. 

"How long has it been since a man touched you like this, my love?" I asked, repeating a few descending kisses from her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her core. 

She shook her head slightly before answering me, "I don't know. Years? Why?" 

"You should be touched like this," I mumbled, "kissed like this. Often. And by someone who knows how." 

She chuckled softly, "I wasn't expecting you to tell me other men should be touching me like this, Mr. Romanov." Her breath hitched as I pulled her down to the edge of the bed while I kneeled on the ground at the foot of the bed. 

"Dorogaya, after tonight, you'll never crave another man's touch." The moment I put my mouth on her, the sheets were clenched tightly in her fists and her head fell back onto the mattress. 

This was one of the rare moments I truly saw Stella's resolve crumble. Every day I spent with Stella, every kiss we shared, all this time we'd spent together, there was always a palpable tension between us. More importantly, there was a bond, a tether that kept us close. No matter where we were or who we were with, my eyes never left hers. 

Stella tore me apart and it hurt so good. It was almost like an aphrodisiac. Stella was everything I ever wanted, the most dangerous form of temptation I resisted time and time again. Not anymore. With Stella, I would always give in. 

My fingers continued to lazily travel up her bare legs, tracing every inch of her skin as I stroked her skin, devouring her. But Stella was coming undone way too fast and I wasn't planning on letting this night end very soon. 

An irritated groan left her as I pulled away, leaving her on that edge as she struggled to keep her composure. 

"I'm sorry, my love," I grinned, watching her, "I can't hand it to you that easily." 

She sat upright, running a hand through her hair. "Why? I promise I'll be good, please," she whispered breathlessly. The sight of Stella begging me to please her was a delight. I could get high on this, on her little gasps and moans, her breathless pleas, her intoxicating touch. 

"Let's see how good you can be then. You'll do as I say, won't you?" 

She nodded slowly. 

"And you'll take whatever I'm willing to give?" 

"Yes," she mumbled. 

My eyes traveled across her face, reading her expression. "Lay down," I said. 

She lowered herself onto her elbows but kept her eyes on me only for her head to tip back and the softest moan to escape her when I kissed her core, tasting her again. "Fuck," she gasped gently, her eyes fluttering shut as I glanced up at her without stopping. 

I couldn't stop my hands from trailing up her body, my fingers splaying over her torso, then sliding upward to caress her waist, then her ribs. My fingertips traced the edge of the soft black lace bra she had on, then moved up to the straps, teasing them down but not quite pulling them off. 

My tongue stroked every inch of her and I sucked a little harder with each passing moment, drawing her closer to the edge until she was hanging on by the smallest tether. Instead of letting that thread snap, I pulled away, leaving her a writhing, panting mess under me once again. Tasting Stella brought me to my knees, it made me succumb to every carnal desire within me. 

Holding herself up on her hands, her sharp gaze met mine. "Do you like this?" she panted, "watching me suffer? Torturing me?" 

"I love it," I mused, staring back at her. 

She threw her head back and rolled her eyes in annoyance, keeping her composure even though she was shaking and trembling with the lightest touch. "Shouldn't you put that mouth to better use, Mr. Romanov?" she questioned. "You know, I don't like getting off on my own but that doesn't mean I won't do it if I have to. If you're not going to make me come with your mouth then please just fuck me." 

I reached forward as she sat upright, coming closer to me. Tracing her jaw, I trailed a finger down the side of her neck before wrapping my fingers around it, pulling her closer as I choked her, not too hard. Just hard enough that she would forget everything but me and the pleasure only I could give her. 

"Those are such filthy words coming from your pretty little mouth, Dorogaya," I mumbled, lifting my hand to her jaw before I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. "Fucking is a reward, Stella. But you're not being very good. So impatient." 

"You should let me test your patience and see how well you perform under constant teasing." She lifted a daring brow at me. "Let me come," she exhaled shakily. 

I smiled, "Say please." 

Stella chuckled dryly, "Bite me." 

"Don't tempt me." I rose to my feet. 

She groaned, "Rhys—" 

Placing one hand on her chest, I pushed her down until her back hit the mattress, and placing my knee between her legs once again, I brought my lips down to her neck, biding my time until she was ready for me to put my mouth on her again. 

"Don't push your luck," I whispered against her ear, "otherwise, it'll be my knee or nothing. I won't help you come." My hands moved to her hips, pinning them down before she could shift against my knee to pleasure herself. A little smirk tugged at my lips as I met her gaze. "Be good, Stella. You're doing so well. Just hold on a little longer. Come on," I whispered, "you can take it." 

She held my gaze, focusing on me as I began kissing down her chest, her ribs, and her stomach. I knew the impact my praise had on her. 

With one final gentle kiss on her inner thigh, I placed my mouth between her legs again, running my tongue along her slit, tasting her arousal. I wasn't just pushing Stella to her limits, but I was pushing myself to my own. 

It took everything within me not to give in when she moaned my name like it was a plea, when she begged me to let her come, when her hands found their way into my hair, tugging and demanding a release. My tongue darted to reach every spot that could make her back arch, which had her moaning my name and gasping for air. 

I loved Stella more than anything in this world and I knew how much it would kill me to lose her. Tasting Stella only made me want to devour her more, leave her completely ravished and a shaking mess. 

I finally had her. After all these years of wanting her, after all these years of loving her quietly because that was the only way I could... 

I finally have her. She's all mine. 

I decided to edge her one last time, wanting to hear that admission from her before I let her finish. A loud moan escaped her as her back arched off the bed in desperation.

 "Who do you belong to, Stella?" I asked, slowly and teasingly running the pad of my thumb over her clit. 

"Rhys," she rasped out, closing her eyes as she panted. 

"I promise, I won't stop until you're shaking. Just answer my question, my love." 

"I'll let you do anything if you touch me right now," she bargained, her legs naturally moving to close as the pleasure and pain of hanging from that edge for so long began driving her insane. 

"Answer me, Stella," I teased. 

"Rhys," she gasped as I applied a little more pressure. 

"I like it when you say my name like that. Say it again, it sounded good. Who do you belong to?" 

Groaning softly, she sat upright and put a hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in as she smashed her lips against mine, kissing me with every ounce of her, taking my breath away. 

It didn't matter that I was the one controlling her in this bedroom, Stella had me wrapped around her finger. I would do anything for her, truly. There wasn't one thing in this world that I wouldn't do for her. All she ever had to do was ask, I would do anything. 

Except maybe letting her come so easily. 

Her teeth lightly nipped at my bottom lip, leaving a sharp pain but she was quick to soothe it down with her tongue, her hands sliding down my chest and to my abdomen before she pulled away. 

"You, goddamn it. I belong to you. I only belong to you, Rhys. Only you. Now please let me come before I lose my mind. Trust me," she chuckled breathlessly, "I won't be very kind either when I'm on top after this. After all," she panted as she leaned back onto her hands, "I've been dying to see what it is that makes Rhys Romanov unravel and just how he looks when that happens." 

A smile, almost of adoration, almost of pride, slowly took over my face as I placed a soft kiss above her knee. "You have me at your mercy, Dorogaya. I promised I would make it feel good. I want to see you, I want to watch you come." My gaze dropped to her closed knees. "Spread your legs for me, my love. Just a little longer, I swear." 

I couldn't miss the little smug smile on her lips even if I wanted to. She earned her reward and she earned her release. 

Who the fuck was I to ever deny her? Who the fuck was I to keep her waiting? Nobody. Without Stella, I was absolutely nothing. 

Her thighs shivered as I ran my tongue along her slit once again before going in harder, tracing every inch of her with my tongue until I had her back arching and she moaned my name once again. 

"Please, Rhys. I can't take it anymore," she gasped, tugging at my hair while fisting the sheets in her other hand. "I can't- please, I- fuck," she moaned softly, suppressing it as she bit down on her bottom lip. 

Tearing my eyes away from her, my fingers splayed on her inner thighs as I kept them apart, refusing to stop this time. We had all night to keep going. 

"Fuck," she exhaled before gasping sharply as she moaned out my name. Her body momentarily grew taut and rigid even though her thighs shook beneath my touch, even though her stomach quivered with every breath she took. I kept going until I drew out every last bit of arousal and every little gasp from her until she lightly tapped my arm and began closing her legs. 

Even then, I withdrew slowly, leaving soft kisses up her thigh and a final one right above her knee, dropping my forehead onto her leg as I caught my own breath, feeling my heart race beneath my rib cage. 

God, I loved her, and fuck, I wanted her so bad. It took a few minutes for Stella to catch her breath and once she did, she sat upright, lightly running her fingers through my hair. She bent down to place a small kiss on the back of my shoulder before I sat up and met her gaze. 

A tiny smile graced her lips. "I would've been very cruel to you if you teased me any longer." 

I chuckled lightly as she kissed me softly and slowly once more. My hands rested on her hips, my thumbs running back and forth to soothe her. "Are you okay?" 

She nodded, staring at me. 

"Should we stop? We don't have to go further if you don't want to," I said softly. When she didn't respond after a few beats, I figured she didn't want to go ahead and that was perfectly fine. I was lucky to have as much of her as I did tonight. Hell, I was lucky to have Stella in my life at all. I would always take whatever she gave me and fuck, I was grateful for it. 

"Should I get you a towel to clean up? Better yet, I'll run a bath," I said, standing up. 

But Stella's grip on my hand was firm and she refused to let go, keeping me in place. "I don't want to stop," she replied, rising to her feet and sliding her hands up my chest. Stepping around me, she spun us around until the back of my legs hit the bed. 

She stared up and held my gaze, pushing me down with her hands on my chest. I fell onto the bed and sat at the edge, staring up at her. "My turn. Lay down, Mr. Romanov. And remember, you don't get to touch me," she smirked. 

Fuck me.

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Chapter 45

the smut was smutting

I love how with each book I write my smut and the words I use get more sexual lmaoo

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