Page 22 of Inked Adonis

He doesn’t bother waiting for me to answer, which is good, because I forgot all the words that meanFor the love of all that is good and pure in this world, don’t stop; keep going.

His hand slips beneath the waistband and around, curling against my ass. Then he hauls me against him, catching my lips with his own.

My head spins. My heart rate climbs to dangerous new heights. His tongue slips into my mouth, tasting and teasing, and I’m in danger of falling over.

Except I can’t possibly fall—not when Samuil is holding me against his body like this. His hands glide over my curves, dragging our bodies together until we’re both groaning between heady, sloppy kisses.

I curl my fingers through his damp hair, and suddenly, I’m not on the floor anymore.

Only when my bare ass lands on the edge of the sink do I even realize that I’m no longer wearing panties. He’s kicking off his pants while he trails kisses down my jaw and my neck. While he circles his lips around my pebbled nipples and slides his hand between my legs.

Samuil growls as he finds the evidence between my thighs of exactly how much I want this, but I’m too far gone to care. I grip his shoulder and cry out as he slides a thick finger into me.

I whimper with every fraction of him into me, rolling my hips as he fucks me with one finger and then two. I grab his neck and kiss him, if only to keep myself from screaming. The last thing Iwant right now is Rufus getting worried and breaking down the door.

The kiss turns ravenous. No holds barred, tongues lashing, heartbeats melding. By the time we break away, panting and breathless, I’m grinding against his hand and whining like…

Well, Rufus.

My body tightens. The heat inside of me builds and builds until I want to cry. I’m desperate for him.

“Please,” I breathe against his lips.

With one pass of his thumb over my center, I fall apart.

I’m still clenching around his fingers when he slides out of me.

“Come on, littlekrasavitsa,” he growls in what I’m pretty sure is Russian. “You’re filthy. Time to clean you up.”

He lifts me like I weigh nothing, cradling me against his chest as he steps into the shower. The water is already running warm—he must have turned it on at some point, though I have no memory of when. He proceeds to spin me around and bend me over.

I grip the faucet with slippery hands and dig my toes into the rubber mat as Samuil’s cock slides against me, back and forth and back and forth without going in yet.

A moan escapes my lips, but it’s wonderful how little I care. Finally, there are no nerves, no embarrassment, no thought at all beyond how good he feels against me.

I could finish happily like this—until he finally presses into me.

That’s when I realize that I need more. All of him.

He fills me slowly, letting me adjust to his size, which, like the rest of him, is absurdly huge. “You can take more of me,” he growls. “One inch at a time. Open up for me like a good girl, Nova. I know you can.”

I plant my hands on the shower wall and press back against him, taking him deeper.

“Fuck,” he growls, fisting my hair to arch my back.

He fucks me tenderly at first, but it’s not long before I feel him losing control. His fingers dig into my skin as he pulls me against him over and over. More wild. More erratic.

I don’t want this to end. My heart soars and plummets the closer I get to the edge. This is precisely why I didn’t want to get involved with someone like Samuil Litvinov.

We aren’t even finished yet, and I already know he’s ruined me for all other men.

“That’s right, baby,” he rumbles, sliding his hand around my hip to play with my clit. “Come for me again. Be my good girl and come.”

Black dots speckle the edges of my vision as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced rages through me. He bands an arm around my chest and lifts me against him so he can penetrate all the way into my fucking soul.

I feel his breath hot against my neck as it hitches… and he pulses into me with a groan.

Listening to him fall apart is almost better than my own release. It’s an endless, staggering procession of jerks and grunts and his heat blooming deep inside me.

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