Alexei finally gave into the fire surging through his veins and kissed her deeply. Every fiber of his being was telling him to posess her, to own her. He suspected from her reactions to his touches, she wouldn't fight him much if he pressed. But again, his mind reminded him that this was not just a whore that would warm his bed for the night. Tomorrow, they would be wed, and she would be tied to him possibly for the rest of his days. And that forced him to take his kisses slower, reigning in his own intensity. Slowly, his tongue slid past her lips, stroking her own as he explored the hidden crevices of her mouth.<br/><br/>Reaching down, he hooked his arm underneath her knees, effortlessly lifting her into his arms as he continued to taste her. Without needing to look, his body instinctively found the cement bench in nearby, and he sat down with her in his lap. He could feel his shaft filling rapidly, too caught up in her taste to care that she could feel him growing against her backside. His flesh twitched in appreciation, feeling the globes of her ass shift against him. After several long minutes, he reluctantly broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers as he continued to hold her.<br/><br/>"I think I like the sound of my name on your lips," he smiled, taking a deep breath. "Almost as much as I enjoy the taste," he added, licking his own.