At its side was a balcony, the biggest one I had ever seen in my life, a paradise of palm trees and flowers, swings and gazebos, and manmade waterfalls and ponds that looked deep enough for people to swim in.
My dad was by no means poor. He earned his first million the moment he graduated from college, and his wealth had only grown by leaps and bounds after that. But he clearly wasn’t in Constantijin’s league. Right now I sort of understood why even someone as obviously wealthy as Brittany could be fascinated with the wealth that this man represented.
Constantijin took my hand again. “You like it?”
“Yes.” I said it even though I felt like by doing so I was admitting to liking something else – something similar to what the walls and ceilings were silently singing.
He smiled. “There’s more.”
Past the throne room – or at least that was what I thought it was called – was a hallway of doors, opposite a magnificent glass wall that boasted the best skyline views. Each door held a magical surprise – a library with twenty-foot-tall shelves, a glow-in-the-dark bowling room, a private theater with its own stage, and it even had its own bar and restaurant with a waiting barista, chef, and a pair of servers. The list went on and on, but there wasn’t much time to really take it all in, not when we reached the end of the hallway.
Constantijin opened the last door, and the first thing I saw was a sweeping staircase. A little further in and I gasped, realizing that the staircase led to the suite’s bedroom – which encompassed an entire floor.
My gaze fell to the bed – circular in shape, as enormous as a children’s carousel, its headboard an intricate work of gold-plated steel. The covers and pillows were in red velvet while the sheets were in gold.
I didn’t see the rest of the room. I couldn’t. The bed had me gulping, and in an instant I was vacillating between breathing heavily in excitement and breathing not at all because I was too nervous.
“Constantijin---”
“It’s time, Yanna.” And then he wasn’t letting either of us speak.
His lips demanded unconditional surrender from mine, his tongue sweeping in like a bold and conquering force that laid claim to my mouth. Dimly, I heard several ripping sounds and then I was gasping again when I realized we were both down in our underwear.
Constantijin lifted me up in his arms once more as he descended the stairs swiftly and then climbing another set to reach the bed. He laid me down gently, and I quickly scrambled up to a sitting position. Just for a moment I could only stare at him in fear. I wasn’t afraid of him. I loved him. But I was afraid of this – of what was about to happen.
The bed was at least ten feet from the ground, and the knowledge led to a dizzying sensation, something that was as surreal as the thought of having this man want me so much he would lash out with such virulence whenever he thought I didn’t want him back.
Kneeling in front of me, Constantijin held my face between his large and gentle hands. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart.”
“I can’t help it,” I whispered shakily. "I keep remembering the things my parents told me and..." I dealt his body a dubious look and winced when his c**k actually twitched against his briefs. "We don't seem a good...fit?"
A bark of laughter escaped him. "You're seriously worried?"
“I can’t help it! Don’t you know a woman can hemorrhage when a hymen---"
Constantijin stilled at the sight of me near tears. "Yanna." His voice gentled. "I won't hurt you. Surely you know that by now?"
"I know that, but does...it?" My hands flapped towards his ever-growing cock. "It's..." I threw my arms wide open. "It's huge!"
This time, it was Constantijin's lips which twitched.
"You should never have given me time to think," I mumbled. "We should have done it like before, you kissing me until I can't think---"
He kissed me then, putting a stop to my rambling but pulling away before I could lose myself in it. Constantijin smiled. "We won’t have to do anything tonight. We can just lay here together, sleep in each other’s arms.” He brushed my hair away slowly. “You are the only woman I am willing to wait for.”
The words touched me, more deeply than I knew he was aware of. I would never have thought he could say something like that. Most guys would have laughed at my fears. Most would have thought I was playing coy. But he did none of those, and it just made me love him more. Letting impulse be my guide, I went on my knees as well and unclipped my bra with trembling fingers.
Constantijin sucked his breath in.
Voice trembling as hard as my body, I said shyly, “Make me yours.”
He didn’t need another invitation. He pushed me to my back, and I let myself fall against the bed, my legs sliding open of its own accord as he settled his weight in between, his arousal a throbbing and pulsing hardness that made me whimper involuntarily.
He looked into my eyes. “Mine.”
“Yours---” And my word faded into a moan as Constantijin bent down to cup my br**sts with each hand before taking one nipple in, fingers squeezing to have my nipple move further into my mouth.
Small, pleasure-tinged cries filled the room, and it took a while for the realization to sink in – that those sounds were coming from me, and I couldn’t – I just couldn’t stop making them. He was kissing me everywhere, touching me in the parts where it ached the most. As he sucked on my other nipple, his other hand was already stroking me into wetness, teasing me over the lace before tearing it apart.
He sucked harder, causing me to gasp and arch my back. It was exactly what he wanted because it brought my sex up, too, and one finger easily found its way past the folds.
“Constantijin!” I couldn’t help crying out his name as he started moving his fingers. I didn’t know how long it lasted. All I knew was that having him inside me – even if it wasn’t his c**k – already felt more pleasure than I could bear. And then his finger was joined by another and another and by then I couldn’t help pushing my h*ps up to meet every thrust his fingers made.
“Please,” I begged him. It was all I could manage to say, but I knew he would understand.
And he did.
I watched Constantijin tear open a foil package and cover himself with a condom before returning to me. He pushed my thighs to open wider. “Soon,” he promised just before his head disappeared down and then he was licking me. The pleasure was on me the moment his tongue reached my cl*t and I jerked against him.