Page 107 of Thorns of Lust
“Ahhhh.” Her moan, her shudders. It told me she was close. I traced lazy circles over her clit then plunged a thick finger inside her. “Please. More,” she begged in a needy voice.
A dark chuckle vibrated through my chest. “You don’t get to demand, moya luna. I choose how much and how hard to give it to you. Understood?”
“Yes, yes. Whatever you want. Just give it to me.”
A sardonic breath left me. No woman, never mind as young as her, ever dared to be so vocal about her wants. It was refreshing to see this one wasn’t ashamed of her desire. As she shouldn’t be. It was beautiful to witness. She owned her pleasure.
“You want me inside you?” I growled, barely keeping myself in check. Not the most expert touch of a woman had ever impacted me as this. I knew there was something about this woman that drove it.
“Yes.” It was all the confirmation I needed. “I need you inside me. Please.”
A satisfied growl left me as I continued finger-fucking her, teasing her clit. Her moans became louder. Her pussy ground against my hand hungrily. Demanding her pleasure. I couldn’t wait anymore to own her. I pulled my fingers out and reached for the condom in my pocket. I tore open the condom, almost regretting having something separating us. But I never fucked without a condom. Rolling it onto my length, I poised my cock at her hot entrance and lost all my control.
In a single thrust, I plunged forward and buried myself deep inside her. Her scream tore through the air. Her body tensed. Her moan turned into a painful whimper.
“Fuck.” I certainly hoped she wasn’t a virgin. Her pussy walls strangled my cock, sending pleasurable shudders through me and urging me to move. To fuck her hard and senseless. But I needed to ensure she was okay. That she still wanted this.
“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” she hissed, surprising me. “Make it good.”
I should have known at that very moment, she was mine. Or rather, I was hers.
“Your wish is my command,” I rasped.
I pulled out slowly, her walls clenching me greedily, then plunged inside her again. Contrary to my instinct, I moved slowly, letting her adjust to my size. Her pussy was tight, clenching around my shaft like a vise.
Each thrust inside her was like heaven. Her moans were music to my ears. They became louder and louder. My fingers dug into her soft hips, not wanting to hinder her noises, but we’d get caught otherwise. I brought my hand over her mouth, as my hips plunged into her, harder and faster. Deeper.
I wanted to own her. Possess her.
I rolled my hips, pounding deeper into her, my fingertips sinking into her flesh. This animalistic need for her was foreign to me. But I knew it would bind our lives together. In one way or another. I fucked her harder, powering into her with a maddening speed. I kept one hand protective on her hips so she wouldn’t fall down on her knees. My raw thrusts fed the hunger, stealing corners of her soul and merging it with mine.
This need between us was new, raw, and hungry. My pace increased and my rhythm spiraled out of fucking control, which never fucking happened.
Her teeth bit into my palm, muffling her final hoarse scream. Her orgasm was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. I fucked her like a madman through her orgasm, relishing in her pleasure and pain. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, her walls squeezing around my cock while her muffled screams vibrated between us.
Another thrust and I joined her, finding my own release. For the first time in my life, I wished I spilled my seed into a woman and got her pregnant.
Because this one was meant for me.
The feeling was too intense. Too strong. It consumed and burned through me like a raging inferno. Careful not to hurt her, I pulled out of her tight cunt and looked down at the condom.
A shock stilled me as I stared down at the bloody condom, sheathing my cock. Instantly satisfaction washed over me at the realization that I was her first.
“Mine,” I rasped, raw possession washing over me. “You’ll always be mine.”
A set of footsteps registered, and I quickly pulled her dress down, then buckled my pants.
“I’ll come for you, moya luna,” I vowed, tucking her ripped thong into my pocket. “And you’ll wait for me.”
She was still dazed from her orgasm. But her soft, “Yes,” gave me her promise.
I knew a day would come when our paths would cross again. I hoped it wouldn’t, knowing she’d be my weakness open for exploitation. Something I’d fought all these years. It was the reason I had let her go once.
But I’m Illias fucking Konstantin. It was time to claim my bride.
THIRTY-TWO
TATIANA
