Cadence

19. Butterflies

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Cadence

"So you did know what I was saying to you." A gruff voice whispers in my ear, waking me up from my well needed sleep. Spinning my body in all direction I seize all activity when my eyes land on the man standing at the end of my bed.

Hands in his suit pockets, dressed to the nines as per usual.

"Huh?" I rub my eyes trying to clear the fogginess accumulated by sleep.

Taking his hand out of his pocket he picks up what looks to be my diary from by my feet on the duvet.

Fuck. Double fuck. That's the one I wrote the translations in. FUCK!

"So all this time you've been writing down everything I've said." He stares directly through my soul.

"And here I thought you were completely clueless." He tuts dropping the book back down onto the mattress.

"Well then, I guess it's out in the open now." He sighs.

I stay silent, because what can I say right now? He's caught me. I mean, I shouldn't feel guilty, it's not me who's been using my language to hide what I'm really trying to say.

He takes off his shoes and puts them by the door, before prowling towards me and pinning my body to the mattress, his body like a deadweight.

"Open your legs malyshka." He speaks his breath a mixture of mint and whiskey.

Complying I part my knees, allowing him to nestle between them.

"Good girl." He praises running his lips across my jaw. Breathing heavier than before, he grinds his hips into mine retrieving a small whimper from my throat.

I quickly try to cover my mouth with my hand, to stop the noises from surfacing but Nicolas grabs them both, and holds them above my head with one of his strong calloused hands.

He continues his trail to my neck planting a small kiss at the centre. Tilting my chin up to give him more access, I roll my hips upward desperate for friction.

Groaning he pushes his groin painfully into mine, his hard dick touching me in places I shouldn't let him.

"Take this off." He tugs at my shirt, letting go of my wrists he places his palms on either side of my head holding himself up.

"You want it off, take it off yourself." I glare at him, as much as he's turning me on right now. I don't want him to think anything more of this than it actually is.

"Malyshka I will not ask you again." He lowers his voice by two octaves. Sending a shiver down my spine.

Huffing I grab the bottom of my T-shirt and pull it over my head throwing it into the far corner of my bedroom.

"Your turn." I smile at him.

Cocking his head to the side he sits back on his heals and peels off his suit jacket. He begins to unbutton his shirt, going at a slow and torturous pace.

Getting impatient I help him with the rest and pull his arms out of the sleeves. My pupils dilate when they land on his heavenly torso. God sculpted abs, and a v line sent by the devil himself.

He leans down again pressing his body to mine, his body heat burning my skin, sending goosebumps to every inch of my body.

Using his left hand to hold him up, he lifts his other hand to my face. I flinch at the feel of his fingertips grazing the skin of my cheek. His hands, so powerful and strong yet stroking my face as soft as a feather.