Dear All,

As I anticipated earlier, here is a NEW chapter for "Loving You is Forbidden" and I really hope you will enjoy it!

I am sorry for having made you wait for it, but it came out pretty long and I have divided it in 2 parts (the second part will be posted tomorrow) and it somehow took me time to write it as I wished to. I hope you'll like it. Thank you for your messages, I'll answer you of course :-)

I cannot say much about this, aside that we will be overwhelmed by their emotions. Somehow this couple really inspires me long chapters. It seems like there is a lot to tell about them.

I would like to DEDICATE this chapter to ALL OF YOU, as a BIG THANK YOU for your support, love, enthusiasm, sweetness and kindness. I absolutely love your comments, messages and votes, and you, and it's great to answer them.

Let me know what you think of it: I'll be looking forward to reading your comments and reactions!

Now, a picture of Oleg (--> handsome model Vince Ramos) BUT you must realise that this is purely indicative: Oleg is actually bigger and more muscular, taller and has more tattoos. His face has a harder look and well, he has scars. So yes...try to picture your own very scary but handsome Oleg :-) As song, I chose one that, even if pretty old, has a rhythm and touch that seemed to fit the chapter and the dynamics in it.

Now, enjoy it!

"And when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment..." by Plato in The Symposium

ANATOLY POV:

"Indeed Anatoly: no more limits between us."

At those words I think my brain split in million of pieces of insanity and deep, wildly demanding desire. I was breathing heavily and I freaking knew it and I freaking couldn't help it. My hands darted at his damn-so-muscular arms and once more we melted in a hot and lust-filled kiss. Whenever our tongues tangled and somehow tried to gain dominance over one another, everything burnt in me. I craved for more and more. He yearned for more and more. Oleg pushed my back against the door of the shower box and we just kissed for God only knows how long; my hand grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him harder on me. I think we both groaned out, but in that moment my mind had gone crazy. My tongue slipped deeper in his mouth and I just wanted more and more; our naked bodies pressed together and fuck me, both of us desired more.

We broke the kiss at the same time and gazed into each other's eyes, clearly reading in our stares the lust and desire and need to be closer. Our breathing was rough and heavy, I could hear his and it actually turned me on even more, because it was damn evident he felt in the same way I did. Oleg was right, though. There was no way I wanted to have sex...damn it...make love in this stupid narrow space; now not for sure, another time definitely. His eyes stared into mine with such intensity that I hardened more at the sensation they stirred in me; he always had this way of looking at me, as if piercing inside my mind, my body and somehow searching in deep and hidden places that he only could freaking find. The way he concentrated his dark and severe eyes on me was almost damn physical. It made me feel like he was actually touching me.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him, because he kept completely silent simply studying my eyes. He released the grip on me of a sheer degree and once more he ran his nose and mouth on my neck. This was heaven and hell at the same time: this beast of a man doing this to me might have thrown me to hell without me realising that. I tightened the hold on him in response of it. I took another deep and long breath to calm my heart down, or else it might have exploded. I didn't even try to think about my dick, by now so hard that it was almost hurting. "Oleg?" I called, with my voice damn thick with desire that made my blood boil. The feeling of his hard lips on my skin was impossible to describe. I simply wanted fucking more.

"I am thinking about you," he replied as he pulled back and braced his forearms on each side of my head, leaning closer to me. Freaking hell, was this man damn massive and exuding raw, commanding power. "I am simply enjoying the view of you, the way you look at me and how you make me feel, Anatoly: you make me desire you even more."

Fuck...I loved the way he said my name. I'm not sure he had noticed it, but every time he said my name, I felt tugged to him stronger and stronger. It felt like he stated I belonged to him, even though I knew he wasn't a possessive man.

"Anatoly," he said, pushing back on his hands, to better stare at me. "I desire you in a way that I never knew to be possible, but I do not simply desire you physically." His hand reached for the side of my face and that soft smile appeared on his lips. I stared at him as if under some hypnosis and damn, I was so much in love with this bastard here. Was I still conscious? Not very sure about that.

"I know what you mean, Oleg." Yeah, I'd finally found that long sought balance and peace. I had found it with him. "It's the same for me and I want everything of you." I couldn't bring myself to say it aloud, because it was me and I was a terrible moronic and awkward brat in these things. But he got me and nodded at me.

"You do already have it, Anatoly." I almost panted at his words and my nails probably dug in his skin rather possessively. It couldn't be helped.

Our lips whispered at each other and we shared a smile, a soft caress. We finished our shower, simply washing and sharing small touches. However, my muscles tightened whenever we exchanged those touches and my blood ran faster, making my fingers feel tingly, my stomach clenched in anticipation. I have no idea how we got out of it, but I know it took a darn long time to somehow dry up our bodies, because we lost ourselves in other rationality-blowing kiss, our tongues so fucking deep in our mouths that my erection pulsed in crazed want, our skins once more heated and sleek with sweat. I tore away from his mouth, growling like some wild animal and the smirk on his face, damn that hot bastard, only fired me even more.

"I want you so fucking much, Oleg," I told him while I challenged his dark and piercing eyes.

"I know that, Anatoly." He smirked at me even more darkly than before and I swallowed down; little space separated our heated bodies and it was covered before I could realise it, feeling his strong grip on my ass, pushing himself harder on me. Fuuuck...he was so hard and so demanding...I literally bit his shoulder to prevent my moan of excitement escape my throat as our dicks stroked together and he said with restrained voice in my ear. "Believe me, Anatoly: I want you exactly like you do." The way he said my name sent down my body spasms of burning pleasure. "Quite aggressive you are, hmm?" His hold on my ass hardened and my teeth sank more in his heated skin. A rather sinful chuckle left his mouth. "Yes indeed, you are quite aggressive and I like it."

God, did he want to tear my mind and sanity in pieces for real? Did he want to make my blood melt my veins and flesh? Did he want to freaking kill me with lust and excitement?

"Oleg, are you fucking doing this on some sadistic purpose?" I demanded feeling my body violently shivering. He chuckled once more and there was nothing of kind or tender in that sound. It was purely feral and dripping of undiluted desire.

"I must confess that I enjoy this side of you." My body was thrust against the door of the bathroom and my wrists held in his unyielding grip on each side of my head. By then my heart was about to slash my throat and I was breathing in short and erratic pants. I was aggressive? Yeah, I felt like that with him, completely untamed. But sweet me...he was a beast of a man and he was almost entirely unleashed. "I do like this side of you, Anatoly, because it means I can also be in the same way with you."

Oh fuck me now. And let me fuck you after.

I went to open my mouth to reply, but his tongue invaded it first and I was lost in the blinding pleasure of his hands and lips on me. Somehow we reached his bedroom and we both slumped on his bed, Oleg hovering above me stark naked in all his damn hot huge glory. My eyes couldn't stop hungrily roaming his massive body and he simply kept there, letting me get lost in his masterpiece of muscles, inks, raw power and strength, with his eyes closed, almost as if he could feel my stare stroking his skin. I lowered my gaze and fisted the sheets a moment to calm down as I focused on his hardness. My mouth literally watered, as my body strained at the view of it, and in a rather aggressive move, I was straddling him. His hands soon found place on my sides and slowly moved in slow circles and rubbing my feverish skin, while he never let go of my eyes.

"What do you want?" He asked me with low and thick voice.

"To touch you and to taste you," I replied giving him quite the cocky smirk and I let my hand cover our erections. Oh freaking hell...the feeling of our cocks pulsing and throbbing together...

His head fell back and he let out a hiss of pleasure as I stroked harder. Making this man here hiss in pleasure was possibly one of the most empowering and damn arousing experiences. Seeing him reacting at my touch in such way struck a string inside of me that I didn't know to possess. I was touching myself in the process, but what mostly gave me pleasure was the view of him enjoying my touch. His hands grabbed me more ravenously and pulled me closer, while his fingers dug deeper into my skin. The sensation of our erections rubbing made me shiver and then I let go, keeping a moment to simply enjoy the view of his naked body.

Oleg was impossibly ripped and for crying out loud, his muscles really seemed made of steel and concrete, pulsing warm under my hands. He was such a view that my eyes couldn't tear away: the power was there displayed on his stark figure and my fingers drew the lines of his scars, feeling their thickness, feeling the very thin crease created by the ink on his skin.

Oleg was huge in every possible way and, fuck me, I was shaking at the idea of having him deep buried inside of me. How would it feel? How would it feel to be inside of him? Would he let me?

My hand roamed on his strained and freaking sculptured abdominals, studying with voracious intensity their lines, the way they shifted under my fingers, for then ascending to his chest, listening to his breath hitching as my touching increased, because I couldn't stop it and because I wanted to touch every single inch of his hot and damn beast-like body. His heart beat fast and my hand stopped there, as the other one began stroking his incredible length; he took hold of the hand over his heart and sank his eyes into mine. There was something in the way of staring at me that left me breathless. I inched closer to his face and our lips barely connected, but mine slid on his neck, groaning in satisfaction as he let go of a feral growl when my tongue drew the line of bull-like neck, reaching his strong jaw.

It moved on the muscles of the shoulders, on his collarbone and descended following the drawings of his tattoos, until I reached his groin and then Oleg gripped my wrists and basically spoke in a rather low groan.

"Anatoly, you are playing quite dangerously," he warned me, closing his hands on my wrists stronger, and my excitement burst on higher level.

"Good," I said and his eyes darkened in a way that my hardness strained at the view of it. "We said it before: without fucking restraints, Oleg."

I directly stared at him while my tongue slowly drew the entire thick and velvety, hot line of his incredible erection. I might have gone out of mind as I did it, but I kept relatively sane just to enjoy the view of him throwing back his head, his eyes closed and his fingers buried in my hair, his grip hardening as I let my tongue taste more of him, deepening the touch, dying for his taste, feeling him so hard and pulsing.

God...to think that this man was mine and entirely, only mine.

I lingered in slower strokes and swirls, with my hands now planted on his strong hips, and my tongue issued him more pleasure, judging by the way he gripped my hair and hissed. I reached the tip of his pulsing hardness and my lips very slowly let it slip inside my mouth. A growl reverberated around his amazingly huge dick and another, wilder one echoed mine coming from Oleg.

"Anatoly," he groaned as our eyes met for a moment. He stopped me from moving, from having him deeper in my mouth. "Anatoly." I knew that tone of voice all too well and right then it fucking excited me like crazy. I gave him the most cocky and punkish look I could think of and then entirely (almost entirely considering how huge he was) engulfed him. He growled in a way that my blood sang in ecstasy.

I am not sure who was more excited: if him or me doing this.

Slowly I pulled back and then again let my lips slide on his powerful hardness, enjoying the feeling of him in my mouth and even more enjoying hearing his groans and the way he tried to control himself. I swallowed him deeper and my eyes closed in feeling him pulsing and shivering in my hands. As my lips slithered on his hard member, our eyes met once more and his gaze literally let me there incapable of moving. It was so intense and feral that it knocked the air out of me and let me chained to his dark eyes; he assessed me a moment longer with that ravenous stare and then smirked at me. Argh...that smirk...I pulled back from him and looked at him, feeling almost out of breath for how much he triggered me. His hands darted on my wrists in a quick move that I didn't expect and, without realising it, I found myself flat on the sheets with his massive and commanding body hovering above me.

Yeah, it seemed to me that we both were two beasts of a kind.

Oleg said nothing for a few seconds, simply studied me with such ravenous and burning eyes that my body shivered at that, feeling it arch against him. He released one wrist, letting his hand slowly caress the side of my torso, for then reaching my ass and grabbing one side of it in such a way that I hissed in pleasure. His powerful member pressed against mine and his mouth was on my throat; my heart increased in speed and my mind blurred for a moment. His teeth grazed my skin and his lips smirked on it as I took a deep and sharp breath.

"Do you see now why I always had to restrain myself with all my will with you, Anatoly?" I didn't reply because my mind had long gone on some ecstasy trip. "You pull out something in me that I never knew to possess." As he said that, the hand grabbing my ass moved lower and made my leg bend up, going to rub his side.

Oleg pulled back from my throat and stared at me intensely.

"When was the last time you had sex?" He suddenly asked and my eyes widened a moment. He understood my hesitation and so he clarified his question. "I do not care about that, because it is in the past and because you belong to me as I belong to you. I ask you to understand how much I will need to control myself." I swallowed down at those words and my free hand went to grab the back of his neck. We kissed avidly and deeply for a long moment and then we broke it. "Tell me, Anatoly."

"Almost a year ago," I admitted, trying to connect my brain. After I began to feel like crap was eating me inside, after Oleg began to stick on my case more and more, unconsciously I couldn't bring myself to have sex. He kept looking at me and his following words possibly fuelled my blood even more.

"I was asking something different, Anatoly. You need to tell me, because it is not easy to keep some shred of control with you."

Then I understood what he meant completely and that had happened only twice before, because I had never felt comfortable and I hated to feel in the hands of someone else. But now, being in his hands made it totally different.

"More than two years ago, I'm not even sure I remember correctly," I said never leaving his eyes, running my fingers in his hair. "I didn't want to..."

"Tell me if you want to stop," he said and I think my heart exploded at how gentle those words were.

"Fuck no, Oleg. I want you so fucking much that I might go insane if I don't feel you in me...if I don't get you...if you will.." I didn't know how to say it or how to voice that rather stupid and embarrassing question, but he immediately got the meaning of it and leaned on my lips for a soft kiss.

"I also want to feel you, Anatoly." He would let me...? Oh fuuucking hell. "Did you think it would be enough for me to simply make you entirely mine without you making me entirely yours?" His eyes locked mine in a breathtaking daze and I am not sure whether I was breathing or not, whether I actually heard his following words for real or if I was in some crazed and ecstasy-filled dream. "I need everything between us, Anatoly," he said with raw and deep voice on my lips. "Ya tee-bya lyu-blyu, Anatoly. I love you for long time already, Anatoly."

In that moment my heart stopped beating and I had to halt a moment to make sure he really said that...Oleg said that he...We stared at each other and it was clear that Oleg hadn't said those words because he was carried away from the momentary desire or need. He had meant those words with his heart and with his mind; it was clear by the way his eyes caressed mine and by the softness lingering in them and on his smile. I crushed my lips on his and let my tongue invade and completely possess his mouth. It deepened so much that he growled and our kiss grew wild, feral, dripping of emotions, desire, lust, want...need to be closer...love. I was first replying him physically, taking his mouth with such burning need and passion that we both were groaning and gripping at each other with all our strength. We rolled on the bed and I was on top of it and then I pulled away from his rough and pulsing lips.

"I fucking love you so much, Oleg, that you have no idea," I rushed out as my eyes stared at his, breathing hard and sinking my fingers in his hair. "Ya tozhe tee-bya lyu-blyu."

I saw his eyes reacting at that with surprise, slightly widening for a moment and then giving me a smile that I had never seen on him. Our lips connected and fused for long and intense time, as if we were physically communicating to each other. Our bodies arched into each other and rolled once more, feeling his strong one over me, pressing my heated skin on the bed sheets, while our hands ran on each other. We couldn't stop kissing and touching, feeling our skins slick with sweat and feverish, shivering in desire and love as they connected, as our hands skimmed our bodies, as our hard members stroked and pressed together. Oleg pulled away from my mouth and let his nose draw the line of my neck, then he pushed himself up resting on the palms on his hands.

"Give me a moment," he said and I swallowed down as he stood up in all of his naked and damn-huge glory. God...he was such a view.

"Where are you going?"

He gave me a dark smirk and his eyes travelled my body as he let out a hiss of evident and rather unleashed pleasure.

"If you really want me unleashed, brat, we will need something," he said with predatory and raw voice and my blood boiled at the sound of it.

He came back after a few seconds and pressed me down on my back, making me entirely feel his body and his damn hard, impressive dick. Oleg took my mouth for a searing and mind-shredding kiss, feeling his tongue pretty much screwing my mouth and deepening more and more; my hands fisted the sheets because I was afraid to go insane if I didn't hold onto something. I was afraid that if I had held onto him, I might have drowned out blood from his skin. He let go of my lips and then pretty much shattered my mind as he began to slowly move from my collarbone to my torso, then to my abdominals, while my heart raced faster, my blood burned hotter, my breath came out heavier and sharper and my lust almost suffocated me as he took my hardness in his hot mouth.

"Ohhh fuuuucckkk..." I growled out fisting his hair and arching more in him.

Oleg pushed my legs more apart and he drove me out of mind with his mouth and tongue, feeling it hot around me and literally drawing and tasting every inch of my erection. As I was lost in strokes of his hot tongue and in the way his lips pulled me deeper in his amazing mouth, he grabbed something that he had left beside me. My head fell on the pillow and my heart almost slashed my ribcage. I might have pushed deeper in his mouth as he took me more avidly, but I wasn't entirely sure or aware of my actions; this was insane and so maddening arousing and damn mind-blowing that my body almost convulsed for the violent shivers of pleasure and excitement. I felt his fingers then on my thigh, slowly caressing it and they were slick with some substance that rendered the touch more sensual; they crawled up my muscles and fondled my ass, massaging it with an evident note of demanding lust and then one finger reached for my entrance, very slowly slithering inside, and I bit my lip so much that I tasted blood.

He worked in me as his tongue worked around my hardness, while his mouth slid on it in a way that tore crazed hisses out of me. This was so impossibly amazing and he was about to burst my brain and heart.

"Oleg..." I wasn't sure what I wanted to say because my brain shattered as after a while he added more lube and a second finger joined and worked more inside me. "Fuuuckk...Oleg..."

He slowly pulled back from my painfully hard dick and knocked the breath out of my lungs with his dark and rather commanding eyes.

"What is it, Anatoly?" Damn bastard, he knew he was driving me insane and screw it, he enjoyed that. "Tell me what it is and tell me what you want." I was too aroused to even mind his authoritative tone. His fingers slipped out, but only to add more lube and for then working on me more hungrily as his eyes never let go of me. "Anatoly, tell me what you want," he ordered, sinking deeper in me and forcing a feral growl out of my throat as he reached a certain spot, while his other hand closed around my throbbing erection.

He honestly thought I could answer him? Good luck in being able to form a normal sounding word.

I dropped on the bed once more and shifted under his touch, feeling his eyes on me. I had to take a few deep breaths before being able to find my voice.

"You," I somehow hissed out and that was all I could manage to say in that moment.

Oleg stopped stroking me and I let my eyes trail over his incredible body; I was breathing very hard and he sat back on his heels, about to cover his hardness with a condom, but I stopped him.

"Anatoly, it is better in this way for now, because..." I interrupted him by simply pushing up on my knees going to do what he was about to. I knew what he meant and he was damn right, at least for now.

"I know," I said as my fingers slipped slowly down on his covered erection in the purpose to also drive him out of mind, to break every little limit he might still linger on. I took the lube and, while my eyes planted on his and my mouth in a very devilish smile, I began to move my hand around his now throbbing member. This feeling was...no freaking way I could possibly describe it. I leaned closer and almost brushed his lips with mine, never letting go of that smirk. "I know what you mean, Oleg." My fingers tightened around him and he groaned out, suddenly shoving me flat on the bed.

He began to stroke himself with one hand and the other went once more to play with me.

"Oleg," I snarled out, because the view might have sent mad. I had to have him, I had to feel him inside of me or else I might break in craziness.

I was so hard that it was almost painful and then he hovered above me, taking one thigh in his hand, pushing the other more apart, feeling his harness pressing on me demanding. His other hand firmly grabbed my side and pulled me closer to him. He leaned down on me and murmured on my lips.

"I love you, Anatoly." His voice was raw and strained and it shattered my heart.

Our lips searched and demanded for each other, and I felt him slowly slipping inside. Fuck he was huge, but I knew he hadn't let go of his control, trying not to hurt me, trying to restrain himself and take care of me. Oleg stared at me and, as we shared a hot breath, he slithered more inside of me, studying my eyes, my reactions, feeling me. I bit my lips quite harsh because it wasn't exactly comfortable at first. This beast here was massive, but he was so aware of me that the uneasy sensation was soon left in the background. His lips grazed mine and his eyes incinerated my body, and he slipped further in me, having me throw back my head a moment, clenching my eyes closed. This feeling was freaking incredible and the sensation of him pulsing inside of me was eerily maddening.

It took some damn time to get used to him because he was so freaking hard and powerful, but as he was entirely inside of me and his hands grabbed my hips, not moving and letting me adjust...something clicked in me and I seized the back of his neck with one hand, the other snacked around his back and pushed him closer and deeper inside of me. We both growled and I crushed my lips on his. My hips thrust up demanding for him to move more and he obliged me, slowly sinking in me and then slowly sliding out, always careful and aware of my reactions.

"Ty v po-ryad-ke?" Oleg asked me if I was OK and my heart thundered faster in my throat.

"Dah..." I muttered out, as one of my hands tangled in his hair. "I want you, Oleg," I somehow demanded fiercely and he smirked on my lips, and then leaned on my neck right when his member thrust inside of me deeper and slightly harder, pulling back in excruciating slowness, now his eyes drilling mine and showing me that dark and bastard-like smirk. He buried himself impossibly deep in me and his hands went to hold by back as it arched into him, his hips guiding the devastating and deepening rhythm of his thrusts. "Ohhh Goood..." I hissed out and his lips found mine, but only slightly brushed them.

"Ya tee-bya lyu-blyu, Anatoly," he repeated and my legs, first tangled around his, went free and wrapped around his lower back, pushing him harder in me. "Anatoly," he breathed out on my mouth in intense and blinding pleasure as I drove him deeper and let myself move around him, slightly rotating my hips, obviously spiking my own excitement in the process. Oleg slipped his hands over my back and reached my shoulders, clawing them with assertive and mind-shattering grip. We stopped moving for a moment, simply gazing at each other, and then his pulsing hardness pushed ravenously inside of me and I groaned out freaking loud in burning pleasure.

"Oh fuuuckkk yeah..." My legs tightened around him and I went to meet his thrusts, following the deepening and increasing rhythm of it, my fingers fisting his hair. I pushed against him and he growled out like some untamed and feral beast, his head falling back for a moment. "Oleg I want you without damn control, you hear me?" I snarled and, in a quick move, he took control of my wrists and then our fingers connected in a strong grip, pressed against the pillow.

"Anatoly," he warned me, but I heard none of it, moving my hips around him and allowing him more inside of my ass. His grip hardened and his breathing was rugged. "You brat," he hissed out as I slowly began to move around him, challenging his intense eyes.

"I love you, hot bastard, I freaking love y.." I swallowed my words as his tongue pushed inside my mouth, claiming me for such intense, demanding and burning kiss that I might have passed out. At the same time, he began to move more inside of me, slowly pulling out and then thrusting inside, each time deeper, each time more demanding and harder, just like I craved for, each time driving me more out of mind.

I loved this and I fucking loved Oleg, the way our bodies connected, the way we physically communicated our love, desire and feelings, the way we fused in each other. He sank inside of me with increasing strength and each thrust was deep and long, as if wanting to completely possess me, but never too fast or rushed; he never broke eyes contact with me and what I saw in there left me breathless, wanting more and more of him. Oleg was damn hard and he was fucking incredible at this...I had never made love and now, he was taking me in such passionate, intense, not-very-subtly feral and love-filled way that I felt like melting with him.

His strokes were so powerful that each time shot spasms of devouring pleasure down my crotch and down my entire body, making my muscles clench and flex, desiring more and more. Oleg was...

"Oh Gooood," I hissed out as he shoved with such intensity that my body arched back, my mind blanking a moment, and then sat on his knees and untangled his legs from him. When I stared back at him my heart threatened to stop beating. His eyes smouldered with so many emotions and his body was evidently tense with desire, lust and much more that I pushed myself up and I was straddling him. His strong and muscular arms wrapped around my back and kept me there completely still as he penetrated me more avidly, my eyes completely chained by his dark wells. A thrust hit my undoing spot and I growled out like some crazed beast, sinking my nails and fingertips in his shoulders. "Ahhh fuuuckk Oleg...you're so damn amazing," I howled out.

His mouth closed on my throat, slightly grazing my skin with teeth, sending mind-blasting shivers down my back; I'm not sure I could take more excitement than this; he was literally driving me out of mind. He was such an intense, wild, demanding, but extremely caring lover and it was about to break me. His lips moved on my neck, simply brushing it and then moved on my ears, teasing it a moment and then speaking to it with a voice that spiked my blood and lust.

"Anatoly, you are the amazing one," he quietly murmured. "You are the one driving me out of any sanity."

He thrust more powerfully and my head dropped back as my lips parted in a mute moan. Then I began to move on him, meeting his penetration, moving in a way around him that clearly was driving him out mind with pleasure, given how his eyes closed and the groans that left his throat, the way his hands grabbed me, the way he took me more ravenously, his member completely buried in me. When he opened his eyes, Oleg shoved me back on the bed with a rather sudden and strong move and laced his hands with mine, resting his forehead on mine as his thrusts became more intense, more avid, stronger, and damn harder. I was pretty much hissing to take me harder, because it turned me on dangerously and because I felt my core contract and my cock stiffened more and more. His hand closed around it and stroked me with the same intensity and wildness he was taking me.

And I lost it completely.

"Oh fuuuccckk, Oleg...harder...oh damn..."

He said nothing, simply followed my request and took my mouth for a feral kiss and I was growling in his mouth, coming so much that I might have passed out. My growls fused and confused with his, feeling him harder and more pulsing inside of me, taking me more and more, until his entire strong body vibrated on me and he broke the kiss to drop his head beside mine, hissing out as he met me in what was a mind-shredding orgasm.

"Ahhh...Anatoly..."

The way he said my name almost threw me in a second orgasm and I moved to crush my lips on his. We kissed long as we both shivered for the intensity of our sexual pleasure and then we tore away, both panting heavily and roughly, staring at each other with wide and smouldering eyes, our skins still hot and sleek with sweat. He braced a forearm beside me, avoiding putting his weight entirely on me, but the other hand went on my hair and brushed it back, his mouth giving me a tender smile. I held my breath for a long moment and then tangled my fingers in his hair. Oleg wasn't only freaking hot and a beast of a man, damn huge and Hulk-like built; he was the most handsome and amazing man of this world and I loved the scars on his face, his dark eyes gently looking back at me, the hard features of his face.

OLEG POV:

The moment I thrust inside Anatoly, I risked to slip completely out of control and I could not afford it, because the lust burning in every cell of my body could not be entirely released; long time passed since his last time and however, I knew that what happened to him and his personality had a preponderant weight on it. I could not bring myself to completely unleash my desire, at least for now. As Anatoly threw his head back in pure and absolutely beautiful to watch sensual ecstasy, growling out his sexual pleasure, I forced myself to hold on a strand of control. If I would have made love with him without protection, it might have threatened my already shaking control; feeling his hot and rather tight flesh around my pulsing and bare erection might have really proved to be a challenge. Aside the fact, I did not want to hurt him in any way.

Having him here in my hands, under my body, was a sensation that dominated every other sense in me, and it gave me the most profound feeling of completeness.

The way Anatoly moved and arched and shifted under me, when my hardness sank inside of him in long and demanding thrusts, wanting to make this incredible brat all mine, desiring to make him feel the highest pleasure and excitement possible, was something that made my body vibrate in ecstasy and more longing, my heart racing for the love I felt for him. I told Anatoly I loved him and the need to state it more and more, as if wanting to embed those words in his heart and mind, was more than imperative. It was vital. It was burning in my lungs, in my blood and in my core. Anatoly had to comprehend the depth and truth of my love and attachment.

"Oh fuuucckkk yeah..." He panted out while his rather strong and muscled legs tightened around my lower back, in the intention of following the rhythm of my penetration. His body was a constant and extremely daring temptation, for it was a magnificent and masculine work of art made of defined and thick muscles, eyes of a silvery light blue that could stir me easily and an expression in them that each time threatened to break my rationality and mind. His mouth and the way his lips curved or parted would effortlessly lead me on rather dangerous paths and unleash my desire with a simple stroke.

Anatoly without doubts was a wild and temperamental person, with a touch of endearing sensibility, and it reflected in bed, which rendered love making with him capable of drowning me in sensual and emotional depths.

It was not about taming his fierce and explosive side: it was about triggering and arousing it further.

His fingers gripped my hair pulling it as he pushed back against my hardness and made me sink inside of him deeper. I felt something slowly tearing and mounting in my blood and mind, and I shuddered at its intensity, crawling up my limbs and grabbing my heart and groin. The excitement Anatoly could stir in me was beyond dangerous lines. He tightened around my length and kept me there as he moved in a way to almost shred everything in me; I heard my own groans leaving my mouth and sounding fierce and almost not human, for my senses were blinded by the pleasure Anatoly was issuing me by the way he shifted and twisted, by the wild and rather aggressive tone of his voice and by the roughness of his words that propelled my lust to insane levels. My head fell back as I thrust deep, long and very intensely inside of him.

"Oleg I want you without damn control, you hear me?"

Had this punk the slightest idea or awareness of the effect his words and tone of voice had on me?

His words came out rough and snarling, provoking my already thin control. I could not afford to completely unleash myself for I did not desire to be too harsh and raving. Not now. The time will come for it and possibly very soon, because Anatoly was a rather aggressive and wild lover and I understood that I was no different than him. We had an effect on each other that was impossible to properly describe, but it seemed like he had been made to slash every strand of rules and limit in me, to completely destroy and then rebuild my world. I loved Anatoly for this.

My hands took strong and controlling hold of his wrists and pressed them back to the pillow, sinking into it, for then connecting our fingers in a stronger grip. This punk had to understand the effect he had on me and the mere thought of having Anatoly entirely in my hands here in my bed fuelled new and almost ferocious desire. I let my eyes roam his breathtaking face, linger on his lips and trail back to his penetrating and incredibly challenging silvery eyes.

"Anatoly," my voice warned with a non subtle commanding tone, but he obviously was a stubborn and rather challenging brat and he acted in the opposite way, twisting more around me, with the effect of powerfully increasing my arousal. My breathing was rather rough and my hold on him strengthened as my blood pulsed faster, as my length hardened inside of him. "You brat," I said with strained voice.

Anatoly began to pull me closer to him and I gave him what he wanted, taking his mouth in the same way I was penetrating him, wanting to fuse our bodies, our souls. The need to be physically and emotionally closer to Anatoly was roaring in my mind and in my every cell of my body, amplifying my sensual excitement. Making love with Anatoly was something that I had never dared to even consider, but now I was connecting to him in the most intimate and deep way, sharing everything with him and completely baring myself to him. My heart rejoiced at the feeling of it and my mind was full of Anatoly.

I thrust inside of him in long and intense strokes, wanting to pour my emotions, love and desire in each of them, wanting to communicate it to him physically. We both needed the connection also on the physical and sensual side and I believed it brought us closer. Anatoly followed me and my rhythm, arching into me and pulling back as if we were one body only. He was the most sensual and arousing man I had ever been blessed to encounter; he was lost and enraptured in this burning pleasure and the view of his face entranced by it, the feeling of his hard and muscular body in my hands, as our sweaty skins touched and our breaths dissolved together, was dangerously intoxicating. I desired and yearned for more, so I plunged deeper and stronger in him, wanting to drive my lover and partner in absolute ecstasy.

My body vibrated in almost violent excitement and my hardness pulsed wildly as he moved around me, tearing out of my throats raving growls. He was exciting and arousing to an almost sinful level, for I had never imagined physical love could possibly drive me to such heights.

I pulled back to better enjoy the view of his muscles shifting under my touch and to lose my eyes in his; he pushed himself up and straddled me, which dangerously triggered my lust. I blocked his shifting and moving, desiring to be the one issuing him blinding, sexual pleasure and desiring to be the one controlling our connection. The way he sat on me allowed me to penetrate him even deeper and to sink myself entirely in him and last there longer, while my eyes took unyielding hold of his. I took him more, feeling my blood now rushing faster and feeling I was reaching my limits.

"Ahh fuuckk Oleg, you're so damn amazing," Anatoly hissed out and the view of his face contracted in the moment of it made my body shudder and made me thrust inside of him harder. My mouth closed around his throat, so to feel the pulse of his blood through it, something that affected mine. My breathing was rougher and my own growls confused with his; my lips slowly trailed to his ear, to let him know how I felt and how he made me feel.

"Anatoly, you are the amazing one," I murmured. "You are the one driving me out of any sanity."

As I said those words, I deepened into him and remained there a long moment getting intoxicated by the sensation it spread through my body and through my groin. His head fell back and the view of it made me understand we both were almost at our limits. I closed my eyes a moment to savour the moment more and when they reopened, I pressed Anatoly back to bed and, as he hissed and moaned to take him harder; I obliged to his request, knowing I would do everything for him. My hand closed around his now throbbing and strained erection and stroked it in the intent of shattering his mind and body in the same excitement that filled me. The action of thrusting harder traced the final line of my restraint and I connected our lips, letting my tongue follow the way I took Anatoly.

He arched his body into me, his muscles tensed and so the grip of his hands on me, and then he was lost in his fierce orgasm, groaning in my mouth, shuddering violently for the strength of it and it was my last drop, because I followed him in what was such overwhelming physical and sensual pleasure that almost maddened me. I tore away from his mouth to let my head drop on the pillow beside his, feeling everything almost shredding in me as the last deep, long and very feral thrust made me hiss like some untamed creature.

"Ahhh...Anatoly..." I tightened the grip on him and then my lips breathed on his ear. "Anatoly..." I shuddered more in my own orgasm and then he claimed my mouth for a very hungry and passionate kiss, and it was so raw and filled with many emotions that my body trembled in more pleasure, while my heart relished to such touch.

We broke it only to stare at each other, listening to our breathing, sharing a soft smile. I could not bring myself from stopping to look at Anatoly, to smile at him. My fingers went to stroke his hair and he simply stayed silent and observing me, his eyes studying my face. There was so much love in them and it was more than I could ask for.

"I do really love you," he said as if those words had come out without realising it. His eyes widened a moment, for I knew how shy he could be in these moments. I let my knuckles caress the side of his face.

"I felt it, Anatoly," I admitted, because what I said was the pure truth. "I felt it in the way you held me and I do love you more than I can properly express."

I softly pecked his lips and lifted myself from him, in order to dispose of the condom and to bring him a cloth to clean himself from his release. As I handed it, I lay back beside him and rested on my side. Silence fell between us but it was the one we both enjoyed, because it let us simply cherish each other's presence and proximity, enhancing the pleasure of our intimacy.

"How do you feel?" I asked him after a moment.

"Damn good, believe me," Anatoly chuckled and he traced the lines of my tattoos inked around my neck and collarbone. "It's freaking hard to imagine you not being driven by sex, given the way you drove me out of mind." This was very satisfying to hear and at first, I gave him my usual dark smirk.

"Should I take it that you enjoyed it, Anatoly?" He swallowed down at my tone and his eyes held the answer to my question.

"Freaking hell, I won't even pretend to deny it, you annoying bastard. Damn, you blew my brain out and I swear, you basically drove me out of mind," he said with thick voice. This indeed was extremely pleasing to hear.

I pulled him in my arms and pressed our naked bodies together, rolling us over so that he was under me; my lips slowly traced the line of his still feverish neck, feeling the pulse of the blood now quickening.

"Hmm, that is very good to hear, Anatoly," I quietly spoke on his neck.

Indeed, knowing that I had driven him, as he said, out of mind with pleasure was something that I very much enjoyed to hear. The fact that I made him, my partner and lover, feel in such completed and strong way was what I had wished for. My teeth scraped the skin of his neck very lightly and he groaned out, his pulse quickening more.

"Arghh, Oleg, you just tear my sanity in pieces...you damn excite me to a point that I don't care I'm telling you like this."

"You also do excite me at very dangerous levels," I admitted and his eyes searched for mine with an unspoken question into it. "You did not feel it before?"

His eyes sank into mine and then his hands slowly slid on the small of my back, pressing our bodies more together. He let his nose travel my neck along with his lips.

"I like your smell." His rather quiet words caressed my heated skin and they made me slightly shiver. "I like your taste," he continued as his tongue leisurely and rather cockily drew my neck and crawled to tease my ear. I felt him smile like the punk he was and I took a silent but deep breath. "I felt it before, yeah, I did." He paused for a few seconds as he kept playing with my ear. Anatoly was obviously enjoying the effect he had on me. "So do I really drive you out of mind?" There was much more than apparent self-confidence in his words and it made me stare at his eyes with absolute and firm assertion.

"Anatoly, I already desire you more and yes, you have a devastating effect on me. I do not wish to control your wildness or temper in general, but I can assure you that in bed I want to enhance them and bring them to their most fierce levels." He gulped at my words and pressed me harder on him, feeling he was growing somehow aroused.

"And you honestly were not driven to this?" Anatoly arched a brow and shook his head. "God, I'm a happy brat knowing it wasn't like that before."

"Was it not the same for you?" I asked piercing his eyes severely and he nodded, letting his nails graze my skin on my back. The answer was already known to me, but I asked it nonetheless to make him comprehend what I meant entirely, and because I liked to hear those words.

"Yeah and of course you already know it, Oleg." He brought his hands on my ass and clawed it with a not very subtle note of hunger. "Oh God, this feels amazing," he groaned out. "Damn, you were so...argghhh..." His head dropped on the pillow and I let my lips caress his. I understood what he had meant with his last words. We kept silent a few seconds, simply touching each other, making one another know that this intimacy and proximity was slowly leading us to more excitement.

"That is because you are involved, Anatoly. It was difficult normally to restrain myself around you, thus you can imagine now. I honestly thought for long time that my feelings and emotions were misplaced and that I had no right to love you, to feel attachment for you."

I heard him swallow hard and loudly at my words, shifting his body under mine.

"Since when did you...?"

"I began to develop an impossible to explain attachment for you over a year ago. You were eighteen, Anatoly, which made me question myself and my principles, aside the fact that in my eyes you were the son of the man that had given me a second chance in life. You were beyond my reach." Indeed I had always considered Anatoly the sweetest but most forbidden fruit. A quiet chuckle formed in my throat, seeing at how events completely turned.

"But I was a piece of shit back then, I mean, I'm not exactly a saint now, but you got what I mean," he said with hurried voice and one of my hands went on his hair, to sooth him down.

"I have observed you for long time Anatoly and I understood what was eating you from the inside. I had failed though in understanding something like that had happened to you, or else I would have taken care of that vermin earlier." I caressed his hair and smiled. "I repeated to myself over and over that my duty was to take care of you only, not immediately seeing how such thought had been driven by more selfish desires. I simply wanted to be with you and of course taking care of you. You already know this, Anatoly."

"I like how you say my name," he suddenly said and it somehow surprised me.

"You do not mind I do not call you Tolya?" He shook his head and his eyes drowned deeper in mine. "I like your name as it is and it gives me pleasure in saying it when I need to keep a certain brat under a degree of control and authority," I said smirking at him and he threw back a challenging glare.

"And I like to say your name when I need to remind a certain bastard how difficultly I take rules and how challenging I can be," he replied in kind, fuelling my already awakening desire. Without a doubt Anatoly had always represented a challenge for me, in every possible way, and he still managed to be. I loved this side of him.

We rolled over and Anatoly was then on top of me, avidly touching my skin and muscles, his eyes slowly glazing in increasing lust, his breathing becoming sharper and somehow louder.

"You're so hot, Oleg..." he said mostly talking to himself, but it still inflamed me and my hands went to reach and strongly grab his ass. It flexed in my hold and I could take great pleasure in feeling the roundness and firmness of its muscles and skin, strengthening the grip on it, which obviously had a triggering effect on both of us.

"Do you have an idea, Anatoly, how impossibly and dangerously tempting you are?" His eyes shifted on my face and widened a moment in surprise. "You are absolutely breathtaking and you already know how much I enjoy simply looking at you, or touching you." To emphasize my last words, one hand went on his mouth, caressing his lips with a touch that made clear how I felt, letting then my hand slowly descend, tracing his throat, chest, and abdominals and lightly stroking his hard length. He closed his eyes as I slowly slid my fingers around his hardness and his head dropped down, one of his hands bracing on my shoulder, the other tightly pressed on my chest over my heart.

"Your heart is beating faster," he said in a quiet murmur, slightly arching his back as my stroking became more decisive.

"I do enjoy in seeing you like this in my hands: it does excite me, Anatoly," I said with lowering voice. He hissed out as my fingers played with the head of his length and his nails sank in my shoulder. "Tell me what you want, Anatoly."

He did not answer immediately, for he was evidently taking high pleasure in the way my hand worked on him; his eyes kept closed and he leaned on me, resting on his forearms, his nose lightly brushing the tip of mine. He took a deep and sharp breath as I fondled him more assertively and then pushed himself up on the palms of his hands, suddenly opening his beautiful and now pleasure-clouded eyes.

"You know what I want," he said with thick voice.

"Tell me clearly," I ordered and he groaned out, obviously provoked by my authoritative tone.

"I fucking want you, Oleg, and you know it," he said with strained voice and I could not help the dark smirk forming on my mouth, which fuelled his temper, given he pushed his tongue in my mouth avidly and quite roughly. I broke the kiss and he growled annoyed, deepening my smirk at seeing the effect of it in his now burning eyes. Anatoly had an explosive personality that rendered love making unbelievably electrifying; an explosive side that it could be triggered without much effort.

"Anatoly, I want to feel you inside of me," I told him, staring straight into his eyes and feeling my blood roaring at the view of his expression.

I desired to feel the same he did before when he was held by me, and I desired Anatoly to feel the way I did when I was driving him in undiluted and shredding ecstasy.

"Oh God, if you tell me this you'll drive me nuts, you know this, right?"

"I mean it," I said with rawer voice and his eyes widened a moment as he tried to restrain his reactions and body. "I want us to experience every sensation the other felt."

Author's chit-chat:

Now, what are your feelings, thoughts and reactions to this first part?

They are a mix of wildness, sweetness, tenderness and power. It wasn't easy to write the scenes between them, because as I already said, these two are completely different from my other couples. Oleg is more mature, so you can understand why he somehow controlled a bit.

Yes, I wanted to keep a "balanced" relationship between them and I am sure you understood the reasons, given their personalities and deep love.

Did you expect to read about Oleg confessing first? Already now and in such way?

P.s. How do you enjoy to discover new sides of Oleg's personality, hmm?

Well, stay tuned because tomorrow I will post part 2, ok?

I'm really looking forward to reading your comments, you guys are absolutely fantastic! THANK YOU!

Lots of Love, Magic, Hugs and Meows,
-TheWitchAndTheCat-