Page 100 of Thorns of Lust
I chuckled darkly. There was no stopping. Even if the world burned right now, we’d burn with it. Together.
My fingers already worked on the zipper of her dress. One slash sounded through the air and the dress fell down to her waist. My mouth continued its journey south, over her dainty collarbone, then to her tits. I gently nipped her nipple through the lacy black material. She grabbed my head and let out a frustrated sound.
“Rip the bra off,” she demanded. I bit harder at her breast and she yelped, her eyes narrowing on me. “What the fuck?”
“We fuck my way,” I growled.
She rolled her eyes. Actually rolled her eyes. “Fine, old man. I don’t have all day and night, so speed it up.”
A sardonic breath left me.
“For that, moya luna, I’m going to fuck you for the rest of the day and night,” I said, smiling slightly sadistically. “Until you beg me to stop.”
“Fat chance.”
In one swift move, I unclipped her bra and discarded it, then took her erect nipple into my mouth, sucking it. I moved to her other nipple, lapping, pulling and biting. Hard. She ground against my thigh, humping my leg shamelessly. Her thighs trembled. Her moans heightened. Her fingers reached for my zipper eagerly, but I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and halted her movements.
“Stand up.” She blinked confused and a look of uncertainty crossed her face. “Dress off.”
She obeyed, wiggling out of her dress, letting it pool on the floor around her feet like a black lake. Her chest rose and fell to the rhythm of her frantic heartbeats, her eyes darkening a shade as she watched me.
My eyes traveled over her body. Her skin was flawless, but for the small scars on her forearms and her stomach. My chest tightened remembering how she got them. In all my fucking life, I had never been so scared. Not when I saw my mother shot in front of my eyes. Not when my own life hung by a thread.
But that night, I tasted terror. Almost losing her was strong enough to tear me apart.
I reached out my hand and traced the faint scars. Her eyes followed the movements. I watched the invisible walls build around Tatiana, hiding her feelings. I didn’t want her hiding from me. I wanted her fears, her happiness, her love. Her fucking everything.
As if she couldn’t bear me touching her, she snatched my hand and wrapped it around the front of her neck. My skin was several shades darker against her snowy skin. But our hearts beat to the same frantic, wild rhythm.
I squeezed her neck, just slightly, testing the waters. “Does that turn you on, moya luna?”
A tremor rolled through her.
“Maybe.” Her voice shook almost as much as her body.
“There is no maybe,” I told her. She watched me with that cautious look in her eyes. As if she had been burned too many times expressing herself. “It’s either you like it or you don’t. No right or wrong answer here.”
She remained quiet, her breathing frantic and her body tempting me. My dick was rock hard, urging me to fuck her my way.
“I prefer to fuck hard,” I said, moving my fingers under her panties and into the folds between her legs. She spread her thighs for me, and I dipped my index finger inside her. A faint, soft moan and her eyes hazed over.
I took my finger out of her hot entrance and brought it to her lips. Her lips parted and she sucked it clean. Grabbing her hair from behind, I brought her lips to mine and stopped an inch from her mouth.
“Show me your true colors, Tatiana,” I demanded. “And I’ll show you mine.”
“I like it rough,” she croaked. “Borderline pain.”
That was all it took for my control to snap. I rose to my full height and took her lips in a punishing kiss.
“You’ll need a safe word,” I growled against her mouth. She sucked in a breath, her eyes glimmering like the palest blue sapphires. “Actually, your mouth will be too full for talking. Tap any surface and I’ll stop.”
In one swift move, I ripped the underwear off her body, throwing them on the desk, then thrust her against the window overlooking the city. Butt naked. It was a good thing the window was tinted from the outside.
Her tits and pussy pressed against the glass. She was so wet, her thighs glistening with her juices. Shoving my dress pants down my hips, I freed my cock.
Instantly she whimpered, wiggling her ass, arching against me. I kicked her legs open and roughly palmed her round ass. I smacked it hard, leaving a pink mark on her beautiful skin. She gulped but no protest came. Leaning over, I reached for her drenched panties, rolled them into a ball, and stuffed them into her mouth.
She stilled, her eyes wider pools of the clearest lagoons. She gagged, her eyes watered but she didn’t tap. I remained waiting, testing the water, but she didn’t move. She splayed her fingers across the window, glancing over her shoulder and staring at me with lust.
