Page 40 of The Pakhan

As the passion erupted, the world fading away, I wrapped my arms around his neck once again, tangling my fingers in his thick locks as the heat of his body rolled through me like an eruption of lava. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. There was only the feel, the need, the unbridled desire. He just did that to me for good or for bad.

Right and wrong had no real meaning any longer. I’d certainly crossed the line more than once. The kiss was short lived in comparison to the one from before, but he kept his lips close as he deftly unfastened my jeans.

I was still trembling, still fighting my nerves as he peeled away the fabric, very slowly lowering the dense material past my hips. He was so careful, as if I was the most fragile possession he owned. The thought was silly but I had a feeling I was right. As he dropped to the floor, I closed my eyes, terrified that my lack of experience would turn him off.

He carefully removed one shoe then the other, still taking his time to pull my jeans to the floor. After taking a deep and very exaggerated breath, he rolled his hands along the outsides of my legs, which sent ragged jolts of electricity through me and forced layers of goosebumps.

He swept his arm under my bottom, lifting me from the floor, walking toward the bed so slowly that I wasn’t certain we were moving. The flashes of lightning no longer bothered me, the aura from being around the man creating a protective haze. After yanking the sheet back, he eased me onto my knees. Then he took several deep breaths as he allowed his gaze to fall so slowly, I could barely breathe while he was doing so.

Would he suddenly realize I wasn’t what he wanted?

Would he shove me aside, furious with himself for succumbing to his raging hunger?

“Vse moye.”

I knew those words, the expression as possessive as the man.

All mine.

His expression changed, becoming darker, reeking of all the filthy things he wanted to do to me. I’d never felt so elated, so feminine.

“Sweet Jesus,” he whispered, daring to touch me with just the tips of his fingers.

Then he shuddered, the husky growl he emitted stirring me to the point of losing control as he drank me in with his eyes. I shifted my gaze, another beautiful flash of neon blue allowing me to see the thick bulge between his legs.

I dragged my tongue across my lips, shivering uncontrollably, never blinking as he stripped off the rest of his clothes, tossing them aside completely unwanted. There was no way to hold back a gasp at the sight of him, all of him. I’d known he was gorgeous, the crisp white shirts and tailored suits unable to hide his powerful muscles. Nothing had been able to suppress his gorgeous physique or the hint of tattoos that had drawn my attention from the beginning.

Now, as he stood fully naked, the shimmering light every few seconds accentuated his glorious masculine form, his broad shoulders and sculpted abs.

And I wanted all of him, every inch.

I needed his cock deep inside my quivering pussy.

As I brushed my fingers down my neck, moving ever so slowly to my breasts, for the first time I felt like a woman, not a young girl who’d waited her entire life for this moment. I was giving him a gift, whether he knew it or not. But I didn’t expect him to be gentle. That wasn’t him. He was rough and dark, deliberate and dangerous.

And I wanted all of it.

He crawled onto the bed, and it seemed like forever before he was only inches away, both of us on our knees, hungry to explore as we’d done before but only with our eyes. I wanted to take hours studying every inch of his body, allowing my fingers to touch him in all the forbidden places. But I knew his patience wouldn’t last that long, the spell broken by morning.

When I placed my hand on his chest, he shuddered audibly, a painful look crossing the shadow of his jaw. I allowed my fingers to slide down the length of his chest, my breath skipping the second I rolled the tip of my index finger across his sensitive slit.

The deep grumble leaving his throat was another indication of his raging desire, his need to devour me. He cupped my face, pulling me closer, his hold firm and possessive. Then he rubbed his thumb back and forth across my lips, gently at first then with more pressure, adding to the air of possessiveness. I opened my mouth, waiting until he shoved his thumb inside, sucking on the thick digit as I refused to take my eyes off him.

As I concentrated on his thumb, I noticed his eyes glazing over, the flash of neon highlighting the carnal look that had replaced one of concern. Our mingled sounds were ripe with passion, the taste of the forbidden fruit more spectacular than I’d imagined.

His chest continued heaving, current rippling through every muscle. I found I was holding my breath once again, caught in a moment of fire and ice. As he dropped his lips to mine, I shivered more violently, barely darting my tongue inside. His mouth was hot and wet, igniting the embers inside me, as I’d known he would.

He gripped my throat, stretching my neck as he rolled his lips back and forth across mine. There was so much emotion that I was frozen in the moment, shivering even though his touch was like a wildfire consuming me. When he captured my mouth again, his actions became unyielding, his needs increasing. I was caught in a lust-filled web and there was no place I’d rather be.

As the kiss exploded, the anticipation of having his cock buried deep inside kept me on edge. There was nothing like the taste of him, or the protected way I felt while being in his arms.

I was powerless in his hold, still shaking, my mind still blown. But as I brushed my hands up and down his muscular arms, I knew there was no place I’d rather be.

Damned be the sinful.

As my mother would say.

What did I care?

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