Page 15 of Ruby Menace

Unlocking my arms from around his neck, I slide my hands over his shoulders, exploring the hard lines of them before moving down his arms and then to the top of his pants. I tug his shirt free, eager to feel the warmth of his bare skin against my palms. He pulls back and yanks it over his head, not bothering to unbutton it. My eyes rove over his chiseled, tattooed chest and sculpted belly before he sinks against me again.

“You’re so…” I want to say “beautiful,” but that doesn’t seem like the right word to use on this honed, godlike body that seems to be made to bring pleasure.

And pain.

But I don’t focus on the pain now. I think about his fingers grazing my stomach as he slides them under the bottom of my T-shirt and along the waistband of my jeans. And I think about the heat of him and what I know is about to happen.

“You belong here,” he says, his eyes dipping to where he’s stroking circles around my navel before looking up at me again. “You belong with me.”

“I know,” I murmur back. Right now, I believe it. Right now, I’d believe anything he told me just as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing with his hands… with his mouth on my throat when he lowers it to graze his lips down my neck.

Kirill’s fingers tease along the edge of my pants. He hooks them in the waistband and pulls them down, taking my panties with them. His lips follow the path his fingers just took, and I’m squirming beneath him, desperate for more. I gasp when the warmth of his breath flutters over the soft fur covering my pussy. But he doesn’t stop there. Gliding past, he kisses his way down my thighs, stubble grazing the soft flesh until I’m twisting against him. He works his way back, teasing, taunting, until finally, his mouth is on my sex.

I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair as he slides this tongue along my slit, delving in before sliding up over my clit.

“Oh… oh fuck!” I gasp as he licks and sucks at me hungrily. He’s driving me crazy, and I can’t get enough.

“You are so wet, so ready for me, my little bird,” he says against my aching flesh. I can feel the heat building in my core, spreading outward until I’m aching for release. It doesn’t come… why would it? He delights in taunting me, and now he’s doing it with his mouth and his fingers. He brings me to the edge again and again, his tongue flicking over my clit, then plunging inside me. I’m writhing beneath him, begging him to let me come.

“Please, Kirill,” I gasp, my hips bucking against his mouth. “Fuck… I can’t…!”

He lifts his head, his lips glistening with my juices. Then he’s moving up my body, his mouth on mine again. I taste myself on his tongue, and it’s so intimate, so hot, that I moan into his mouth.

Settling between my thighs, he grinds his hips against mine, and I can feel his cock, hard and hot against me. I arch up, aching to feel him inside me, but he waits a moment, his thickly muscled arms caging me as he stares down into my eyes.

“Ti ochen nuzhna mne.” His words roll over me, and I have no idea what they mean, but I’m melting all over again, my chest heaving as I bow against him.

“Please,” I whimper. “Please… Oh fuck!” I suck in a breath as he shifts his hips and slides into me, filling me uttery and completely.

It’s slow at first, sensual and deep. He’s watching me, his eyes dark with desire, and it’s almost too much to bear. I can’t look away, can’t do anything but feel his hard length moving inside me.

“Yes! Oh, God… fuck yes!” I choke out.

He picks up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper into my core. I’m meeting him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his back. It’s so good, so fucking amazing that I can’t even think anymore. All I can do is feel.

He leans down and kisses me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth as he fucks me, then pulls away as he fights for his own breath. A gleam of perspiration shimmers on his forehead, over the rolling muscles of his shoulders. And I’m moaning, whimpering, begging for more. I can’t get enough of him.

It’s building again, that heat in my core. The growing tingle that feels like it’s setting all my nerve endings on fire. I’m so close, so fucking close… and then he reaches between us and rubs my clit, and I explode.

“Oh… Fuck! Yes… Kirill!” I scream his name as the pleasure crashes over me, my body trembling and shaking beneath him as a thousand starbursts leave me blinded. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, and I’m soon coming again, my body milking his cock as he thrusts deep inside me.

“Tiana,” he groans my name as he follows me over the edge, spilling himself inside me. I can feel every jerk and pulse as he buries himself deep, his hand on my hip holding me firm as he pumps out the last of his seed. I’m surprised there’s anything left after the amount he gushed down my throat earlier. But then again, although I don’t know much about the male capacity for producing cum, I’m pretty sure that Kirill Vyronov way outstrips the average.

He collapses on top of me, his head buried in the crook of my neck. We’re both panting, trying to catch our breath, our skin hot and damp with sweet-scented sweat. My hair clings to my face, and his stubble is rough against my skin. I feel every single sensation as if my senses are heightened, honed, tuned into him.

Eventually, when I think I can breathe again, and he seems able too, he rolls off me, pulling me against him, his arms wrapped tightly around me. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart, my body shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm. As our breathing grows less ragged, he relaxes against me, his fingers running through my hair.

What the fuck just happened?

My mind is racing. I’m shaken, so damned shaken by the intensity of what we just did. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never thought I’d get so lost in someone. But with him, it feels like I have no other choice. Kirill consumes me.

And I’m terrified of these feelings that bubble up in me, every time I’m with him. Terrified that they’re going to drown me, and take me to a place where I no longer have control.

Who are you kidding?

That already happened a while ago.

I wonder if it’s motherhood that’s making me so crazy for this man, the father of the tiny soul growing inside my belly. Maybe my hormones are going nuts, taking away the little control I had over myself.

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