All Chapters of HIS BALLERINA HUMAN MATE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Well since it's just the two of us here with nothing to do. I suppose I could do the right thing and help you get back to sleep," Volkov’s hand around my waist wandered until I felt his palm on my hip. Then his fingers delicately skimmed over the curve of my hip and down my thigh under the blanket."Help me get back to sleep?", I asked out of breath, just from a few simple touches."Yes, baby. Come here, take a deep breath and relax," One of his hands slipped under my head, cradling me against his chest. The other hand continued trailing over my bare thigh.It was dark, but I could feel how close his face was. His breath fanned my cheek, and I turned my head to admire the outline of his face in the pitch-black room. With his roaming hand, my legs spread in accommodation of what was coming. I didn’t need him to tell me because I could read it in his body language and hear it in his tone.Under a heavy blanket and pressed against his warm skin, my body trembled like there was ice in my

ANDREY VOLKOV’S POVThe constant clicking of my pen was the only sound echoing through my office. I stared at the thick, charcoal-grey clouds drifting low in the sky, feeling the familiar pull in my chest, the primal urge that always surfaced when my thoughts were tangled. I squeezed the pen in my hand so hard that the plastic snapped.I dropped the broken pen onto the polished mahogany desk and leaned my head back in the chair. A low, frustrated groan escaped my throat as I rubbed my face, trying in vain to push away the thoughts of Elena, her presence clawing through my mind like a persistent scent only I could sense.No woman had ever managed to sink her claws so deep into my consciousness without even trying. It was effortless. One encounter, one glance, and she left her mark, a trace of warmth and life I could not ignore.Elena Martinez. Gentle, curious, and unshakably passionate, yet beneath that light burned a subtle, fragile sorrow I sensed immediately. In moments where she le

ELENA’S POVGasping in a deep breath of cold air, I tried to untangle the turmoil burning inside of me. Those emotions I locked away for the interaction were trying to claw their way out.How dare Luke talk to me like that. As if he isn't the man who preys on the ballerinas and introduces them to Dax. I was nothing more than a dancer not until when he overheard me talking about money concerns after Grandpa falling sick.He was a brilliant choreography but he was a terrible asshole. I knew he profited from the contracts with Viktor, but he didn't suffer like the dancers he coerced into the contracts did. Luke's inappropriate comments to me didn't start until after I took my first contract. His eyes had always wandered more than they should have during practice, and it seemed like he thought had a chance to have a one night with me.I don't think Luke could fathom that my standards weren't suddenly in the gutter because I was desperate to help my grandpa. If he wasn't paying for my time

While she was in the bathroom, I stripped out of my pants and shirt then folded them on the other end of the dresser to deal with later. Left in my black boxers, I made the bed and waited another minute for Elena to join me.She stepped out of the bathroom in nothing more than her underwear as I had instructed. Today she was wearing a white lace bralette and a matching thong. A vision in white with her golden hair falling in gentle waves down her shoulders was so fucking hot."You look like an angel," I told her, holding out my hand for her to come closer to me. When she placed her hand in mine, I pulled her closer and locked eyes. My wolf stirred beneath the surface, senses sharpening, heart thudding with an ancient rhythm. "You like an angel but God knows you were built for sin, aren't you?""Volkov," she whined in response. When she tried to look away, my free hand snatched her chin and forced her to look up at me again. "I promise that's a good thing, baby. At least it is for me,"

ELENA'S POV.My eyes snapped open to see the early morning light creeping over the top of the curtains in the bedroom. Breathy pants were slipping through my mouth, and my fingers clawed at the bedsheets underneath my back. I tried to close my legs against the rising tide of swirling heat in my core but Andrey Volkov's head was nestled there.I couldn't see him when I glanced down. He buried his head between my thighs under the blanket, and he was feasting on me as if he were a starving man with his last meal. The flick of his tongue over my clit sent goosebumps flaring across my limbs, and I caught the faint, intoxicating scent of him warm and primal.Andrey groaned in the back of his throat as he tasted me, pleasuring me and fanning the flames within. A hot and heavy coil tensed up in my core when he slipped two fingers into my dripping cunt and curled them against my sweet spot. That wicked tongue lapped at my clit expertly while his fingers pumped into me repeatedly.The pleasure