Page 124 of Thorns of Lust
“Why do you call me that?” I questioned in a raspy voice. “Moya luna.”
Lazily, his hand explored every curve and every inch of my body, his strong fingers trailing down my ribs until they disappeared between my thighs.
His gaze met mine in the reflection, dark as sin. Light as possible salvation. “Because your hair glows like the moon in the darkness. Because you’re the light in my darkness, Tatiana.”
“Maybe I don’t like it?” I challenged. I lied. I secretly loved hearing that endearment. After that first night at the gazebo, Adrian refused to call me by it. He said it was a silly nickname. He did call me a rose sometimes.
“You like it,” Illias claimed. “You know why?”
I didn’t answer, my breathing shallow as his gaze trailed over me like he was memorizing every inch of me.
“Because you’remine.” He growled the last word as I watched his touch, possessive, intimate and sure, explore my entrance. My insides clenched with the need to feel him inside me, desire burning in my lower belly. Reading me like an open book, his fingers brushed against my clit and a breathy moan slipped through my lips. “Now say it.”
His command was soft, promising pleasure but also pain. And as fucked up as it sounded, my body needed it.
“I… I-” My reply melted as he dipped a finger into my entrance, then lazily smeared my arousal over my clit. He pressed his thumb against my clit. A shudder rolled down my body and shivers broke on my skin. My hips bucked under his expert touch, the orgasm already nearing its peak.
It was embarrassing how fast it approached.
“I still have to punish you for taking out that butt plug without my permission,” he purred into my ear, then his mouth trailed down my neck. His palm slid to my hip, his fingers digging into my pale skin. And I knew it was because he wanted to see his marks on me.
Hewanted to mark me.
“Do you want to be punished?”
Yes.“No.”
He pinched the sensitive peaks again. Harder. I instinctively jerked at the jolt of pain and pleasure, while a moan traveled through the air.
His dark chuckle vibrated against my back. “I think you do,” he claimed, his teeth scraping against the skin of my neck.
Then without a warning, he slammed into me, filling me to the hilt. A cry tore from my lips as my pussy clenched around him.
“Look at my little slut so fucking wet. You’re dripping,” he hissed. “That’s right. Strangle my cock. I know you want to be full. Both your pussy and your ass.”
Another shudder rolled through me. He was right. I wanted him everywhere. Around me. Inside me. His hand closed around my neck as he pulled out and pushed back in.
“Look at us, Tatiana,” he growled. “You might own me, but I fucking own you too.”
My brain was too hazy to process those words. His thrusts were faster and deeper, his rhythm making my knees buckle. All thoughts and reason faded as he hammered into me so deep he hit all the right spots. The ones I didn’t even know existed before him.
His hand around my neck squeezed. “You see it?” he grunted. “You see who you belong to? Look in the mirror and tell me who’s fucking you.”
“Y-you,” I breathed.
Every inch of my skin was flushed. My eyes were glassy with lust and pleasure. My mouth was parted, moans and whimpers pouring from my lips. My breasts bounced with each thrust. The image staring back at me was a wanton and needy woman getting fucked. He wrung every ounce of pleasure from me and that wasn’t enough.
He wants to own every fiber of me, I realized. And that thought terrified me, but losing this feeling when I was with him terrified me even more.
My gaze locked with Illias’ in the mirror.
“Look at your pussy making a mess all over my cock,” he taunted in a harsh voice. “You know why?” I shook my head watching him fuck me. Looking at us in the mirror forever changed me. I'd forever see him in the mirror. “Because I own your pussy.” My lungs couldn’t get enough oxygen. My brain was fuzzy. My pleasure kept building.
“You.” Thrust. ”Are.” Thrust. ”Mine.” Thrust.
My heart thundered. He drove into me with increased force until his last plunge sent me forward. I would have collapsed if not for his hold. And still he continued fucking me, his grip around my throat tightening.
“Mine until my dying breath,” he said darkly, the rawness of his voice matching the rawness of my heart. He dragged his cock out slowly, letting me feel every inch of him. “I’m never giving you up again.”
