Page 5 of Claimed By Desire

Back before I knew what he was. Back when all I could see was the reputation: young Alexander, smart and strong and handsome, the perfect up-and-coming member of the my father’s criminal organization.

A young man with untold potential.

Now it’s like I’m that girl again and all the intervening years never happened.

I lean into his kiss. I breathe in his warm, musky scent, so familiar and so strange all at once. He tastes like whisky and spearmint, and his grip in my hair makes me pant with need as his tongue invades my mouth, desperate and dominant. This is a kiss that can outdo any other, a kiss that lives up to the promise of a thousand more. It sends jolts of pleasure into my core and sends my pulse careening as a million dirty ideas flow through my head.

We’re both out of control, but way past the tipping point. I’m careening down a steep hill, and there’s no way I can stop myself, not now that I’ve begun.

He pulls me from the bench and stands me up. Instead of dragging me to the couch, he makes me straddle him as he sits back down in my position, his back to the piano. I gasp as he wrenches my thin t-shirt up and sucks my nipples, teasing them with his tongue, his other hand sliding down the front of my panties. I arch my back and lift my hips, letting him touch me.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs and I’m so done I can barely stand it. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. It’s not the words, but the tone, like he’s losing his mind. Like he’s as wild right now as I am.

I moan as his fingers tease up and down my wet slit. He’s right, I’m absolutely soaked, despite knowing better. This can’t happen. This shouldn’t happen.

But it’s absolutely happening, and it feels so good.

His fingers slide inside of me as he bites on nipple. I moan and pull his hair, and I bend down to punish his mouth with mine. We kiss like we’re starving as he slides his fingers in and out, rolling around my clit, then gliding back in nice and deep. He goes faster, in and out, and I’m trembling in his hands, pent-up from over a year of not being touched by another human being, let alone handled like this, by a man that clearly knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Alex,” I whimper, brainless and dancing on the edge. He doesn’t stop, only groans the most masculine, sexy moan I’ve ever heard in my life.

“Come for me, Nat,” he whispers.

I can’t take it anymore. Fuck, I’m so pent-up. I grab his shoulders as my body shakes with bliss and all my triggers pull.

I explode for him. I’m a mess for him. I tremble and shake for him as the orgasm rips me into gorgeous, featherlike pieces.

He puts me back together against with soft kisses. “Natalya,” he whispers, mouth peppering my neck as he unbuckles his belt. I’m blinking rapidly and staring down at his thick, hard cock. “Get into my lap, Natalya. Don’t make me wait.”

I do as he says. What other choice is there? I straddle him and feel his massive, swollen tip press against my dripping entrance and I’m trembling with effort and anticipation. This happens like in a dream, in soft-lighting, in slow-motion. I haven’t hadsex in a long time, and this man is massive, he’s absolutely huge, and he’sAlex. I keep coming back to that: I’m kissing Alex, I’m touching Alex, I’m coming on Alex’s hands, and I’m about to ride Alex’s dick.

I don’t stop as I kneel on the bench and he guides my hips down.

His mouth finds one nipple as he fills me. My back arches with a mix of bliss and pain. I don’t know if he would’ve fit if I hadn’t come once already, leaving me a soaking wreck, but he glides in deep and I have to stay down at the bottom to get used to his size, shaking and kissing him for a few agonizing and incredible seconds.

“Your music fucked me up,” he whispers and moves my hips back up. I’m trembling with bliss as he does it. “I don’t know where you’ve been Natalya, but now that I’m here, I can’t stop.”

“I can’t either,” I admit.

“You feel too fucking good. You taste too fucking good. And that song’s in my head.” He guides me down and up, down and up, his cock filling me, and I’m dripping down his shaft, I’m so damn wet. “Look at you baby, such a god damn mess, and all for me.” His fingers squeeze my ass and grip me tight like he’s holding on in case something comes to take me away.

I ride him like that, arms around his neck. He kisses my throat, bites my shoulder, slides his tongue into my mouth, as the pressure and bliss grows again. The rickety little piano bench wasn’t made to handle two grown adults, one of which is a massive, muscular beast, and I keep waiting for it to break—but instead, it only creaks and rocks with our rhythm.

My brain’s completely off at this point. There’s no more conscious thought. All I want is Alex inside of me as I push downharder, going faster, breathing heavy. Pleasure fills me, sharp and wild, and he spanks my ass hard, getting a better grip.

“My fucking Natalya,” he says, voice hoarse with lust.

His Natalya.

I moan, out of my mind, and I can’t take much more. I go harder, bite his lip, beg him to kiss me. He gives me what I need, and the orgasm builds and builds in my core, crushing and overwhelming, and I’m sweating like crazy in this cramped, hot little space, and I must look like a total mess, but I don’t care.

“Come on me like I’ve always dreamed you would,” he whispers, eyes burning into mine, one hand on my ass and the other holding my hair, and that finally does it.

Like I’ve always dreamed.

I moan low and the orgasm tears me to shreds, but I don’t stop. I go faster, harder, and feel him stiffen as I come, feel him fill me to the brim, feel the warmth between my legs. He moans my name, the most sensual thing I’ve ever heard, and I end up collapsed in his arms, his cock still buried between my legs, both of us breathing hard.

Reality reasserts itself.

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