The Unattainable (The Foreplay to Forgiveness)

Chapter 30- DEEP

Mikhail-

After the dinner I didn't immediately send Adelaine back to her dorm. I asked her to join me in my house and fortunately she obliged.

I hadn't heard of Xander. The bastard must have been lying low after the fight on Thanksgiving. That boy could be smart sometimes after all.

Everything was back to normal-or at least I hoped it was. Adelaine was the only girl I ever wanted-I had already declared that she was my woman even before we were being introduced. As I watched her tonight, I feel like I was being sliced in the gut.

Guilt. That's what it feels like.

I'd fallen for this girl, who was so much more than just pretty. Tonight she talked about her deceased father and I had a glimpse of how much she loved him. She talked about how tough it had been for her mother and for her to just send her to college without him. She talked about her political insights, about the ideas and projects the government and how the subordinates played the dirt. She was smart. She was funny. She was brave. With Xander being the bastard ex-boyfriend she had a past that wasn't all that lovely, yet she still put a smile on her face. As much as I'd have liked to say I deserved to have someone like her after being lonely for so many years, now I felt it was the other way around.

"Are you in for a swim?" I suggested when we arrived at the house. Greg had welcomed us and I'll be damned but the man looked gladder than me when he saw Addie.

"Are you serious?" she asked laughingly. "It's brisk out her."

I led and guided her to the pool area. The moon looked like a bitten sugar cookie in the sky, its light shone down, illuminating our paths. Greg somehow turned down some of the lights to render us some privacy.

"The water's heated. It'll be okay."

Adelaine chuckled. "But I don't have a suit."

I smiled at her leisurely. "Who said we needed a suit?"

Grinning like a fox, I unbutton my suit jacket, the long-sleeved polo underneath, my pants and then stepped out of them.

Adelaine~

MIkhail got naked and for some god forsaken reason, my eyes were glued to his waist down for at least a solid minute. He was gorgeous and big, and when he just stood there watching me watch him I willed myself not to faint. He looked like a moonlit Greek marble statue, looking so godly beautiful. He moved slowly and went to the pool. My gaze followed the movement of his ass until he slipped into the water. He went under, then surfaced, his shoulder-length hair sleeking back.

He looked timeless, almost pagan.

"Come on, baby," he called out softly. "Get rid of your clothes and join me."

I swallowed and waited.

"I don't bite," he said with a grin. Even his teeth looked perfectly white in the moonlight. How could he be so perfect?

"Addie," Mikhail called softly once again. "Do you need help in getting out of your clothes?" His grin was maddening.

I fought the self-consciousness inside me and I finally gave in. I kicked off my shoes, peeled off my shirt and undid my bra.

Mikhail-

I watched Adelaine dropped her clothes neatly onto a chaise longueur. She pushed off her undies, untied her ponytail and let her raven hair tumble down onto her shoulders. She stood there, naked, looking self-conscious but my body was swiftly, painfully aroused at the sight of her. I wanted to scream that she was mine.

She walked down to the pool and I moved to met her in the dark expanse. Her body was sleek and sparkling with water drops, her breasts looking supple under the water.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" I asked, lightly stroking her arms.

"A little."

I traced her collarbone with my fingertips very slowly, down to her heaving chest. "Nervous?"

She shook her head, a soft giggle escaping her lips. "It's just that I've never misbehaved like this before. You're a bad influence, really."

I smirked. "If you obey all the rules you miss all the fun."

Our gazes locked, her's wary but smiling, mine heated and determined. I wanted her. Right then and there.

"She likes you, you know." she suddenly said.

"Who?"

"Erin."

I didn't say anything.

"Everyone can see it, Mikhail."

"Doesn't matter. I found what's mine." My right arm snaked out around her waist and slid the other under her hips.

"She's perfect," she continued. "I'm no match for her. She's beautiful, rich, famo-"

Suddenly I don't want to hear about it anymore. Without warning I pulled her closer, shifted her until I could step and slammed my thigh between her legs so she could feel the heavy thickness of my desire. The move triggered a gasp from her.

"Do you feel it? Do you feel how hard I am right now? This is all because of you, Adelaine. I crave you in the most sinful ways. I'm never been this hard for anyone, especially not for that woman.

"I don't care about Erin. She never caught my interest even a slightest. I choose you, and I'll choose you over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. There isn't one person in this world that I want more than I want you."

She stared at me in the darkness, holding her breath. "Mikhail.. Please kiss me."

I trapped her mouth with my own. Adelaine responded perfervidly, her own tongue plundering, matching the hot eagerness of my mouth. I grab her by the throat, but I didn't choke her. I needed the breath she was holding; it belonged to me and I want it back.

I was already burning; on fire with need. The blood pounding in my head surged with violence through my veins and to my shaft. Everywhere our bodies touched, my c0ck was scorched and straining.

I brought us out of the water and set her flat on her back in the shallow end of the pool, stretching myself along her length. Involuntarily Adelaine arched her hips and the softness of her thighs seared contact with my own throbbing arousal.

I lost it that instant. Every ounce of my control was ruined by her surrender and impatient demand.

"Hold on to me tightly. I won't be gentle this time."

Her gasp at the first thrust was enough to send my head spinning. Before I couldn't hold it any longer, I buried myself in her fast and hard.

Adelaine~

Holy fµck.

Everything on the shallow end of the pool was nothing comfortable-my back hurts, the position was awkward-but the burning ache inside me had intensified rather than diminished.
Mikhail's hips grew jagged and rough, filling me over and over. He was like a passionate madman, and I was going crazy, too. I dragged him closer and gave in to the need to lose himself in the hot, wet softness of my core. He groaned, fingers digging hard into my hips.

He'll bruise me, I thought. But then I don't care. And I couldn't care less if I look like I was mauled by a bear the morning after. I like it rough with him. I can't help it. My needs surprisingly matched his.

Our arms tightened as we clutched each other closer, then we slipped into a wild, violent intimacy from which we never recovered.