Page 100 of Scarlet Vows
Maybe this is just going to be sex. I don’t know the future, but I know Ilya.
And he’ll never hurt me or turn his back.
I need to allow me to move forward.
But to tell him all that… I can’t begin to find the right words. What I can do is show him.
So I wrap my arms around his neck, pull him to me, and kiss him, hard and deep and with everything I have. I want this. I want him.
“Oh, Jesus,” he whispers against my mouth in Russian.
He walks us into the wall, kissing me, his mouth demanding, delicious, a hot, wet place of pleasure. He lifts me up, hand under my ass, and I hook my ankles around him. He carries me to his room, the door hitting the wall and making Albert bark from the bed.
“Down, Albert,” he says, pulling his mouth away.
The dog growls like an old man, but his paws thump on the ground, and then he’s either gone or in the dog bed.
“I didn’t know he followed me,” I say.
Ilya laughs as he gently places me on the bed. “He always follows you.”
The laughter fades as he pulls off his jacket, his tie, and then his shirt, the cuff links clicking on the wooden floor.He pulls off his belt and shoves off his pants, coming down over me, kissing his way from my lips down my body, over my covered breasts, to my hips, stomach, and then… Oh god.
I grab at the covers as he flips my dress up, pulls my panties off, and spreads my legs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Alina.”
“Please…”
That’s all it takes before he’s there between my legs, his tongue licking up my inner thighs to my outer lips. He sucks on each one, then he licks up my slit to my clit. I cry out as a throb of pure pleasure hits me.
Then he settles in deeper, parting me and sliding two fingers into my pussy, and he starts to thrust while licking and sucking at my clit. His fingers stretch me a little, and that tongue… Oh, that tongue should be illegal.
The curl of his fingers strokes my G-spot. Every stroke makes me gasp and sigh, and I grab his hair as I raise my hips, eager for more, needing it harder, deeper, rougher.
He bites me, not hard, but enough to make me cry out his name and shudder. He suddenly shifts the tempo, his thrusts rougher, faster, deeper, his chin pushing at me as he works my clit, sucking on it and tonguing it like he’s playing the fiddle.
And I’m lost.
Waves of need hit me along with pleasure. And it’s good, great, but it’s not quite there. Even though I try to make him go even harder and faster, he doesn’t. He keeps the pace he has, which drives me insane, keeping me on the cusp of something huge.
It’s good, so good, but I can feel that bigger, wilder thing just out of reach, the orgasm that teases at me with twinges and tingles that race through me.
Then, when I think I’m going to go mad, when I’m almost sobbing, begging, cursing him, he thrusts harder, rubbing thatspot with more vigor. He bites and sucks my clit, holding it between his lips as his tongue strums it.
I crash over the edge into orgasmic bliss.
I’m drowning in the sweet, overwhelming pleasure as my entire body spasms and throbs and clenches. It’s everywhere. And it’ssogood until it turns sharply into too much, and I try to pull away.
But he won’t let me.
He doesn’t change a thing, just keeps going, holding me there, until I’m suddenly, inexplicably peaking again. When I come this time, it’s like a bomb going off, the intensity making me lose my mind and give myself over to him as my entire being explodes.
Slowly, it ebbs. I’m wet, so wet, and he lifts his face, his heavy, hard cock brushing me as he crushes his mouth to mine.
Ilya’s face is wet, too. I came so hard that I squirted, something I’ve only ever done a handful of times with Max.
The kiss is deep, soft, heartfelt. It shakes me down to my toes and stirs my juices all over again. He tastes like me, like him, like vodka and sweetness, like the mousse he had two servings of.
