Isabella's POV
For a couple of seconds, I was still as a statue as every nerve in my body screamed in panic. I wanted to push him away, but my body refused to move. Maybe it was happening again. Maybe I'm going to have a panic attack, and then he'll be disgusted by me because that night I spent with him was in my drunk state-
A jolt raked through my body when his tongue licked my lips for the entrance. I felt those electrifying sensations in my body as goosebumps rose on my flesh and my body began to heat up uncontrollably.
He did that lick again, and my legs shook. I grabbed his shirt, fisting it tightly to stay upright without falling. I wasn't even trying to push him away because I... I didn't want to.
His hold on my throat tightened enough for a gasp to escape my lips. Taking advantage, he slid his tongue into my mouth, devouring me savagely like a wild beast.
Those sensations... My body was on fire, my eyebrows drew together, my eyes closed tightly as I tried to kiss him back, and a low growl vibrated through his chest as he deepened the kiss with such force that he made me step back. My back hit the tree as he held me captive. Kissing me like a wild beast who couldn't have enough.
I tried to match his face, my body on fire, heart beating so wildly that he could feel the beat on his chest because my soft front was pressed against his hard, muscular body.
Mr. Volkov tilted his face ever so perfectly that the kiss deepened. I needed to breathe. I tried to break the kiss, but he didn't let me; instead, he sucked on my lips, nibbling, making me wince slightly as he shoved his tongue into my mouth again, his arm that was on my waist pulled me further into him as if he wanted to fuse us into one.
My eyes widened, and a gasp slid through my lips, body going still when I felt something hard and big pressing on my belly. I could feel it properly, and my ears burned in embarrassment and arousal.
What was happening to me? I'm not even drunk.
When I tried to break the kiss again, he pushed me against the tree, and my head hit the tree, not hard enough, but still, the man had lost his control. I faintly noticed the lights weren't flickering anymore. They were plainly red. Making everything look more sinful. Even the beast of a man who was devouring me as if I would disappear the moment he let me go.
"Mmph...stop..." He muffled my protests as I began to shower punches on his chest, shoulder, and everywhere, but I was only hurting my hands; my punches were nothing against his solid body.
I closed my eyes as my eyes brimmed with water; it wasn't tears. I don't even know what it was. Maybe something unhinged, like something between dying and still wanting more.
I could feel saliva coating my chin. Mr. Volkov sucked on my tongue, and my legs gave out. By now, I was clawing at his neck and back.
Maybe I'll die from his ruthless kiss. Who dies from a kiss? I do...
I can't breathe.
My body slowly began to slacken, and that was when he finally broke the kiss, and I breathed like a dying person who was deprived of air for centuries. My lips were numb and they felt swollen, wet.
"F*CK IT!" He growled, his hand sliding from my throat to my jaw as he gripped it tightly, causing my lips to pucker out. I barely breathed... Just barely enough to fill my lungs once before he crashed his lips on mine, once again taking me by surprise.
And this time he was more savage and needier, unlike earlier. I was like a doll in his embrace as he kissed me with such passion, need, and intensity. It felt like I would truly die from a kiss.
I couldn't even respond to the kiss anymore. He was just so barbaric.
A cry of pain tore through my lips when he bit on my lower lip so hard that blood drew out, and I swear to God, my heart ceased to beat when I felt and heard him sucking blood from my lip like a blood thirsty vampire.
I got chills of such raw fear, and at the same time, the intensity of arousal was so strong, my thighs were shivering.
He licked my lip multiple times and suckled ever so gently until the bleeding stopped. His wet lips trailed down open-mouthed kisses on my jaw and further down my neck, and once again, I cried out in pain when he bit my skin hard and then began to suck and nibble to ease the pain. He sucked and sucked as if a vampire's soul had gotten into him.
Or perhaps he was a vampire fooling us all.
"Ahh," I moaned and winced when he bit my collarbone and did that same thing, sucking, nibbling, and biting gently.
A loud moan slipped from my lips when his wet tongue trailed from my collarbone all the way up to my chin.
Chills, I felt literal chills as a shiver raked through my body, and he noticed, smirking.
"So f*cking hot!" He gritted, peeling himself off of me, and if I wasn't leaning on the tree for support, I'd be at his feet right now shivering like a lead craving for the warmth and those mind-boggling sensations he just gave me.
"I'd love to tease you more, but the hunt has ended, little dove. Go to the finish line. I'll see you tomorrow, and if you dare to participate in the hunt again, I won't be stopping at just a kiss." He rasped. His voice deeper and huskier, I faintly noticed his red ears and ragged breathing, his nostrils flaring.
He was restraining himself when all he wanted to do was pounce on me.
And terrifyingly enough.
I like it.