Galina Ivanov was now truly without any family. Her grandmother, Zoya Erin, had just passed away and when Galina received a registered letter summoning her to a lawyer's office downtown Boston, she couldn't imagine why until the reading of her will...
Ilia woke feeling less than human, knitting his brow together, he was trying to piece together the events of the night before.
Looking around, he realized that someone had put him to bed and before he could think any more on that, he looked to his left and the sight that met his eyes made him smile.
Galina's head was on his pillow, she was mere inches from him, and her left hand was laying possessively on his left shoulder.
She was touching him, whether it was consciously or not, she was psychically touching him. He loved the feeling of her soft hand on his skin, the heat that it generated made him come alive below the sheets.
Afraid to move, he just lay there drinking her in, outwardly there were no signs that she'd ever gone through anything but he knew, in her mind and body, she was fucked up.
He took a chance anyway and rolled onto his side so he could face her. Starting at her head, he silently went through his list of attributes that he loved about her.
Her hair. It was shiny and beautiful and he enjoyed it the most when she was making love to him. The way it would hang down, like a curtain, surrounding them both.
Next were her amazing green eyes. When she would stand in the sun, he noticed that she had little flecks of gold and that mixed with the green made him get lost in them.
The loving way she would look at him, how when she would smile it would reach her eyes and they would light up. That's what he wanted back.
He loved her hands. Even though she was a little thing, she had strong hands and when she would hold his hand, he could feel her strength seeping into him.
Ilia loved her arms, the way they encircled him completely and held him when he was having a shitty day, they were always open for him.
She had magnificent breasts. They weren't too small and not too big, they were just right at a C cup. Working her body into a frenzy when he would lathe her nipples with his tongue was what he lived for.
Her heart was beautiful as were her gorgeous legs, legs that she freely and willingly wrapped around him when he made love to her. He wanted all those things back and when he wanted something, he got it. Ilia Savin was not a patient man.
"Good morning" her small voice said, ripping him from his thoughts. He tentatively moved his hand to place a strand of hair behind her ear and when she didn't flinch or try to move away, he saw that as a small victory.
"Good morning, little kot" he said gently and starting to very much regret last night's events. "Galina, I..." he started but was stopped by her finger on his lips.
He watched her eyes close at her own actions and when she opened them, there were tears threatening to spill.
Shocked by her next move, Galina scooted even closer to him, stared at his lips, then boldly brought her mouth to his.
It was soft, like a butterfly kiss on his lower lip, but it felt wonderful and was a definite breakthrough.
With disappointment he watched her pull back but then realized it was because she needed to say something.
"Never in a million years did I mean for you to think that your kisses make me sick. I love the way your mouth feels on me. I don't know why I said it that way" she still hadn't opened her eyes to look at him, but he let her continue to talk.
"I need you to help me, Ilia. I want to get past this. I want us to be okay. I miss us" she finished, crying now.
Ilia could no longer hold himself back as he moved his body closer to her. Lifting her chin, he begged her to open her eyes. "Let me in baby" he coaxed her gently.
He rejoiced on the inside when she finally opened her eyes to him. "I'm going to kiss your forehead" he warned her. She nodded slowly as he placed his lips against her.
"Okay?" he asked. Galina nodded. He was moving forward. "I'm going to kiss your cheek." Again she nodded, but less slowly this time.
Ilia could feel his heart beating faster inside his chest with each time she allowed him to touch her. "Your lips" he murmured. A little moan escaped her lips as they touched with his.
"Are you okay?" he asked concerned and not wanting to move too quickly with her. "I'm okay" she whispered back.
"Can I kiss your neck?" he asked. She closed her eyes, nodded and moved her head giving him a little more access to the area of his desire.
"Oh Ilia!" she sobbed as he tenderly kissed her and then she did something he never expected. He felt her arm slowly come around his waist and rest on his back.
"That's it baby. Let it out, detka, let it all out. No one can hurt you anymore. I won't let them. You.are.safe" he enunciated and he could tell that she believed him.
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The more he spoke to her, the more she relaxed in his touch, pulling him closer to her until he realized she was underneath him.
"Galina?" he questioned. Shyly, she smiled at him. "I know" she said softly. "And it's okay" her words rained down on him, soaking him and freeing him at the same time.
What surprised him even more was when she took his hand and guided him between her legs. He knew this was a big step for her and he was bound and determined to talk her through everything. She would trust him again, he'd make sure of it.
As soon as his hand dipped inside her panties, her breath hitched and he could her the change in her breathing. "Galina, look at me baby. It's me, Ilia. The man who loves you so much. Look.at.me" he demanded.
Slowly she opened her eyes and upon seeing that it was truly him, she relaxed her legs, letting them open further.
"You're beautiful" he breathed as one finger breached her core. She moaned and became instantly wet for him.
Making sure he didn't overload her with too much, he kept things as they were and tenderly caressed her clit, her moaning becoming louder.
"Tell me little kot, tell me how you feel" he urged. "It feels good Ilia. It feels so damn good" she strained.
He whispered in her ear for her to let go, that it was okay. That what they were doing was beautiful and between two people who loved each other and would never hurt one another.
What he said must have driven her over the edge because in that instant, she bucked her hips, cried out and came undone beneath him.
He would never get tired of watching her come by his hand. She made it look beautiful.
When she finished, he laid his head against her forehead for a moment before she broke the silence.
"Ilia. Make love to me." He'd waited for three weeks to hear her say that. Getting out of bed, he pulled off his underwear and grabbed a condom from the bedside table.
Rolling it onto his length, he climbed back in bed and asked her one more time if she was sure. She smiled, a genuine smile and nodded.
Ilia gave a single nod in acknowledgement before he languidly sunk into her willing body. He would make love to her for the next hour as they found their way back to each other and she began to heal.
