Page 101 of Scarlet Secrets

“Then Ilya will make sure your things come to the mansion.” I roll us so I’m on top.

She pushes at me with her hands. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Determined. A man who knows what he wants.”

“A family.”

“With you,” I whisper softly. And she makes the smallest sound I know I’ll carry with me forever. “And I like you in dresses, so I can do this.”

Before she has a chance to react, I push her down all the way and ease off her panties, spreading her thighs.

“Demyan! What if?—”

“Someone sees?” I look at her before dipping down to lick a path along her wet lips. “Impossible. We’re alone and my men are watching the roads.” I push a finger into her. “I’m showing you just how attentive I can be.”

And because she’s on the verge of another protest, I bury my face, licking, biting, sucking on her tender, hot, velvety flesh.

I dip my tongue into her hot pussy and she shakes, and then I slide my fingers in, sucking on her clit. I stroke against the side and she shakes harder, moaning. I bite and she shrieks. The bite is soft, just enough to shock her over the edge into her orgasm.

I’m fucking beyond hard, my cock pushing at my pants, my balls aching, and I release myself as she struggles up. She grabs me pushing me over, her mouth coming down on me, kissing me like I kiss her, and her little turn of prey to hunter is fucking beyond hot, especially as she starts to shimmy down me and she closes her mouth around my cock.

Fuck, does she feel good.

She sucks and stretches around, her hand on my balls, the bottom of my shaft, her tongue moving as she bobs on me, taking me to the back of her throat. I want to push her all the way down and come hard.

But I want to be in her, too.

I pull her off me and up, so she’s straddling me. Tangling my hand in her hair, I’m almost on the edge of crazed, that point of no return, and she sinks down on me as I pull her mouth to mine, taking her in a deep and hungry kiss.

She rides me, slow, deep and it’s good. Too good. I try to fight the orgasm as it comes on me, but my balls are already tight and high and my body tingles with the urge for release.

A second orgasm takes her and it’s too much.

I come too, deep in her.

The release is wild, like fire, and I hold her to me, letting us both ride it out as the heated kisses turn to embers of the fire, slow and meandering until, finally, she collapses on me.

A bird calls from somewhere, and I laugh.

“What is it?”

“I feel like I’m sixteen.”

She leans on my chest, sitting up as we’re still joined, and she frowns. “Just how many girls did you bring here when you were sixteen?”

“None,” I say. “You’re the only girl I’ve fucked out in nature. We should do it again.”

“Only,” she whispers, “if you bring the bug spray.”

Sasha’sdelighted to see us when we get back, if only because he and Alina have been drawing. I pin his squiggles on the fridge and I’m pretty fucking sure he’s going to be a brilliant artist.

“You look just like your portrait,” Erin says, pointing at the blues and reds and purples.

I nod. “He’s captured me.”

“I think he has,” she says softly.

I’m about to answer when my phone rings and I excuse myself, going to my study. “What do you have, Ilya?” I ask in Russian.

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