Page 73 of The Councilor

I needed his cock deep inside my quivering pussy.

I needed to feel his massive arms around me, protecting me from both sinners and saints. Once again, he crawled on the bed, taking his time doing so. I sensed he didn’t want to rush this when I felt such a sense of urgency.

I wanted to tease him as I’d done before, to remind him that waiting wasn’t in his best interest.

As I brushed my fingers down my neck, moving ever so slowly to my breasts, I felt so alive and so very much like a woman. Up until now, I’d been pretending how much I didn’t need a man. Now here I was longing for all of him. What did that say about him? Still, I reminded myself 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.

Just like before.

Just like I would have often when we were married.

When I placed my hand on his chest for a second time, he shuddered audibly, a painful look crossing the shadow of his jaw. The jolt of white-hot heat was already searing the tips of my fingers and I just didn’t care. I allowed them to slide down thelength of his chest, my breath skipping the second I rolled the tip of my index finger across his sensitive slit.

The deep rumble 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, increasing 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.

The word sinful continued to come to mind although I wasn’t certain why. We were two consulting adults, two people who needed strength and comfort.

Or maybe I was fooling myself and for him, this was all about lust and domination. Still, I didn’t care.

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 just like 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 mouthagain, 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 lightheaded, the feeling more joyous than I’d thought was possible. Around Aleksander, anything was possible, his words in Russian a powerful aphrodisiac.

The powerful, muscular man rolled his hands down my back, pulling me as close as possible, grinding his hips back and forth. When he tugged on my hair, exposing my neck, several whimpers escaped. The lightheadedness continued, dragging me into the middle of a storm. I trembled with the next round of thunder, shaking even as he wrapped his hot mouth around my taut nipple.

I was immediately thrown by the pleasure, greater than from our intimacy before. It was as if I’d never experienced anything so wicked and wonderful. His guttural sounds flowed through my ears, stirring the darkest reaches of my heart and soul. Just the way the rough pads of his fingers tingled my skin kept me fully aroused. As he shifted to my other nipple, he pinched the first one between his thumb and forefinger, immediate anguish sizzling every nerve ending.

“Oh. Oh…” My body was swaying, even in his firm hold, my mind a blurry mess of images and fantasies, all of which I’d had from the first moment I’d met him. As he sucked on my tender bud, I kept my eyes closed, whimpering more than I had before.

He bit down, pulling the tender tissue between his teeth, the heated breath of his mouth driving me crazy. I struggled to wrapmy hand around his cock, finally able to stroke the tip. He tensed almost immediately, then gently eased me to the bed, nestling my head on his pillow.

The way he hovered over me was even more possessive, the darkness unable to hide the way he was looking intently into my eyes. It was as if he was searching my soul, perhaps looking for his own. I pressed both hands on his chest, suddenly uncertain of anything I wanted any longer. The day was the reason why. I was certain of it.

When I involuntarily tried to pull away, he broke the kiss, using the tip of his index finger to pull my face back in his direction. “Just let go, Raphaella. I will keep you safe.”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s us. Is this supposed to happen?” Why was I even asking? It honestly didn’t matter.

“Maybe not but now, you won’t be able to stop me. You belong to me.”

“I just…”

He placed his finger across my lips, his chest heaving. “Shush. You’re perfect in every way and we need each other.”

That was true. I nodded, unable to keep from doing so.

“I would die for you.”

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