Page 57 of Claimed By Desire

“I’m not supposed to want this,” he finally says and that admission finally breaks something in me.

I stand on my toes. My lips just barely reach the line of his jaw. I kiss him, barely brushing the stubble.

He reaches up with one hand, grabs my hair, and buries my mouth with a strangled snarl.

The passion ignites every fiber in my body. Every nerve explodes as he claims me with that kiss. His tongue invades mine, possessive, needy, controlling, and his grip in my hair tightens. It’s like he’s been holding himself back, but only just barely, and finally the lines between us are all erased and smashed to pieces.

He feels so good. His taste is like lavender and mint, and his lips know exactly how to kiss me, like he’s been practicing just for this moment. He crushes me against him, and my small, soft body feels tiny compared to his massive muscular frame. He could crush me—and I know he won’t.

But a part of me wants him to.

“Stay with me,” he whispers as he pushes me down onto the bed. He pins me there, kissing my lips, my neck, my chest, his other hand reaching down to tug at the bottom of my bikini. “Let me keep you.”

I notice he doesn’t say the wordsafe.

“Alex,” I moan, back arching as he shoves my bikini top up and finds my nipples with his mouth. He sucks them and slides a hand between my legs, finding the heat pooled there. God, I’m wet and sticky, and he teases me up and down and groans as he does it.

“Look at you, filthy fucking girl,” he says, staring at me in the darkness, two fingers sliding deep into my pussy. “All I had to do was kiss you once and you’re a fuckingmess.”

“Oh my god,” I gasp as he rolls his tongue around one nipple and slides his fingers in and out, going nice and deep before teasing my clit. “Don’t act like it’s such a surprise.”

“I’m not surprised at all.” He moves up and kisses me gently, his lips and tongue probing mine. “I knew you’ve been waiting for this.”

“Oh, fuckyou,” I moan as he roughly shoves my legs open and kisses down to my hip bones. I grind into his mouth as he buries my pussy with his lips, claiming me as his own while his tongue glides up and down my swollen lips.

He’s such a conceited bastard, but he’s right. I have been waiting for this. Desperately, eagerly, I’ve been thinking about our night in Paris and kept wondering if we left our connection behind in Europe.

I kept feeling glimmers of it. Little moments where I thought maybe we still had something.

But I wasn’t sure until right now.

I feel it. Mygod, I feel it.

He licks my pussy and glides his fingers in and out, sucking my clit as he does it, makign the most obscene noises like he’s feasting on my fucking body. I squirm and grab his hair, my pussy glowing with almost too much sensitivity.

But I dive into it, I ride the blissful pain, and he doesn’t stop. The man’s a freaking animal, and it feels incredible.

“That’s right, baby, I’ve missed this fucking taste,” he says as he laps me up and fucks me with his fingers. “I missed those moans and the way your hips push into me. You’re so greedy and messy, you filthy fucking girl. How can you pretend like you don’t want to sleep in my bed?”

“God damn it,” I groan, eyes rolling back. “Are you bribing me with oral sex right now?”

“I’m getting my wife off,” he says and pulls back. The look he gives me is pure bliss and sin. If I weren’t going to hell before, I definitely am now. “That’s part of my duty as a good husband.”

Oh fuck.

He drops back down and eats me ferociously. I don’t last much longer—that simmering, burning look he just gave me lit my whole world on fire—and it only takes a few laps of his tongue and some deft, skilled strokes of his fingers to get me moaning his name.

I come on his mouth. My triggers pull and I’m done, I’m finished, I come so hard I can barely breathe. My skin flushes pink like it always does when I orgasm, my chest a mottle of pale white and red. He pulls back, licking his fingers, and surveys his work.

His smirk makes me hate him even more.

“That’s a good wife,” he says, shoves me sideways onto my belly, and pats my ass possessively. “I’ll go bring your things in here for you tonight.”

There’s no point arguing. And anyway, I couldn’t form normal words even if I wanted to. He stares down at my body for one lingering moment before leaving me alone to stew in a mix of heady post-orgasm bliss and the intense but undeniable knowledge that I am fucking up big time.

Chapter 22

Natalya

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