LyanaThe elevator doors open, revealing an immense lobby with beige decor and a ceiling over two meters high, natural light comes in through the glass wall covered with a shield dark enough to block the heat and hide who is inside. I feel the slightest touch against my waist and, encouraged, I take a few steps into the hallway. I bite my lip and follow the path to the left, reaching a kitchen fully equipped with stainless steel appliances. I smile a little.I return the same way, his constant presence at my side as if he were waiting for something. Near the glass wall, I find a huge wooden bookcase containing several books, a recliner, and a small side table. I flick through the titles, looking at the collections of books I've always dreamed of reading. I follow the path of the translucent wall, finding three doors, on the first right a simple but masculine office with dark blue and gray tones, a glass desk, and a black chair. The second on the right is a room with a double bed, spar
Yurich I needed extreme self-control not to take Lyana to bed and have her the way I had desired since the first moment. I saw her at the hospital with her confident, professional demeanor, striving to maintain the same level of care, knowing I was different from the others. Her sweet lips, flushed cheeks, and the scent of vanilla in her hair made me shudder with a certain fear at the thought of the memories when I brought her to the recently purchased apartment. I used every means available, from her father's support to several thousand dollars, to set up the penthouse. I walked out of the apartment feeling like every piece of my body was made of salt. The coldness outside dissolved each piece, and I seemed to be nobody away from her—nothing but the same incurable emptiness.When the elevator doors open in the garage, I need to get into the car and rest my head against the steering wheel, trying to find some control. My mind feels like it could explode at any moment. I woke up to th
LyanaExcited about Yuri's idea, I opened the closet doors, looking at the clothes and feeling lost, not knowing what to take. I nervously bite my lower lip. I don't need to look; his presence is strong, and his scent fills the space, alerting my senses. His fingers brush my arms as he rests his chin on my head.For the first time in my life, I feel an indescribable happiness in being short. It's addictive—this sensation of being enveloped by his enormous body, like smoke filling his lungs.“What's the problem?” he asks in a low voice, sending shivers down my spine.“I don't know what clothes to take,” I confess.When his body moves away from mine, I feel a terrible chill, fighting the urge to pull him back like a needy child. His broad shoulders under the dress shirt highlight skin that's too tanned for a Russian, with a tattoo peeking out from the collar and dark lines painting his skin. His dark hair, longer in the back, mixes with some blond hairs on his nape, and I sigh, finally
LyanaI don't look away from him, not even when he takes off his glasses, revealing his now-gray eyes. Even as I'm consumed by their intensity, I maintain firmness in my knees.“What's the problem, princess?” His deep voice reverberates in the small space.“Nothing,” I huff, raising an eyebrow and rolling my eyes.“It doesn't seem like anything,” he responds, trapping me between his hands pressed against the door and his body. “Especially acting like a spoiled teenager.”I open my mouth, boiling with anger at his accusation.“If I'm acting like a teenager, then you were acting like a single man, accepting those women hitting on you,” I say in one breath, raising my hand and pushing his muscular chest with the tip of my finger, even though I know it won't budge.Yurich raises his eyebrows, looking surprised.“And here I was thinking I was the more jealous one of us two.”“I'm not jealous, but that was disrespectful.”“Explain to me how I disrespected you, Lyana,” he says in a serious t
YurichThe defiant look is like a spark amidst dry coal, waiting for the right moment to turn fire into smoke and soot. Lyana has something inside her that overflows every moment we’re together as if the loss of memory were enough to bring this part of her to the surface.I place a leg between her smooth thighs, grabbing her hip and letting the fabric of her dress ride up a few inches from what I so desire to have. I press my knee against her intimacy, lifting her body once more with just that contact.She moans amidst the fear that shows in her eyes. I lower my lips to her soft ear, tracing the lobe with the tip of my tongue and, in the end, giving it a bite, making the hairs on her body stand up. I admire how her nipples become pointed when they harden.“The only problem with this desire of yours is that your husband is me, and you belong only to me, from your moans to the screams you will let out when my cock is buried in you.”I push her body away, leaving her with rapid breaths,
Lyana.My feet touch the polished wooden floor. The house is incredibly perfect, made of wood and glass, as if just these two elements were enough to create such a romantic environment. In the background, you can see the base of the snow-covered mountain, but inside it’s warm enough.I walk around a bit, admiring the modern touches of the decor, highlighting the fireplace and the wide sofa in front of a huge panel with a forty-inch TV. In the open space, a marble countertop makes the kitchen spacious and visible. I smile at the place, turning to face Yuri, but before I can say anything, I am silenced by his blue-eyed gaze.I swallow hard, biting my lips. The electricity conveyed by just a glance is enough to understand that there is no reason for us to be apart here. In slow movements, I watch as he throws his glasses on the floor and moves his hands to his button-down shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. Without looking away from my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh with each piece of b
Lyana I feel desire slipping between my thighs, and I’m dismayed at how something so dirty can be so luxurious. I sigh, running a hand over my face, and finally awaken from a sleep filled with the strangest dreams I’ve ever had.Not only that, but I see a woman I can’t recognize but who seems capable of embracing her desires, independent and sexy—something I don’t truly feel like. The smell of brewed coffee fills the room, and I sigh happily, reminded of my childhood in Rio de Janeiro: my mother preparing breakfast while my father would pull each of my toes until, unable to hold back, I’d start laughing from the tickling.I toss the comforter aside, and, eager, place my feet on the floor, only to cry out from the cold that seeps into every part of my body.“LYANA!” His deep, worried voice reaches me first.Moments later, I see his broad, bare shoulders covered in tattoos, just as they were in my dreams moments before.“I smelled the coffee and imagined I was back in Brazil, like in m
YurichI hide the smile I want to display, moving slowly so that her attentive gaze follows every gesture. I take the bottle of liquid soap and pour enough onto the sponge to create bubbles. Not only that, but I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her permission. Lyana bites her lower lip, as she always does, and then she twists her hair into a bun that leaves her neck exposed. The permission I needed.I touch her soft skin gently, gliding the sponge along her back and returning to her shoulders. In a relaxed movement, she tilts her head back, exposing her full breasts, but her dark gaze carries a spark of challenge. I slide my hands down her bare torso, reaching the edges of her heavy breasts, caressing and gently squeezing, making her squirm.“I already told you that it’s not a good idea to challenge me,” I pronounce the same phrase against her right earlobe.She sighs, opening her eyes, and I smile to the side as I let go of the sponge. I caress her heavy breasts, trailing my fingers dow