Page 125 of Thorns of Lust
Then he slammed back into me, turning my body into a live wire. His own instrument to use as he liked. As long as he kept doing it. The power of each thrust claimed me viciously and thoroughly.
The desire in his eyes matched my own, filling my soul with light that was about to explode. “Give me everything, moya luna,” he rasped. “Because I’m going to give you the moon, stars, and the sun. We’re just getting started.”
With a last punishing thrust and our eyes locked in the mirror, he tipped me over the edge. I came with a sharp cry, my body shuddering and my pussy clenching around his cock. He followed me over the cliff, spilling inside me, his cock pulsing while we both gasped for air.
As we slowly came down from our highs, we stared at our reflections, his cheek pressed against mine. Our bodies slick with sweat, our eyes dazed with an emotion I couldn’t name, he leaned over and whispered into my ear.
“We aren’t temporary, Tatiana.” His voice was rough, a thick Russian accent lacing it. “We were never temporary.”
* * *
Fatigue pulled me into the dreams fast.
I dreamt of strong hands on my body, twisting my nipples and fingers slipping into my pussy. The familiar scent wrapped around me and I clung to it, scaring off my nightmares.
My back arched off the bed as a moan slipped through my lips. Warm skin was under my palms and I held on to it like a lifeline. Fingers angled inside me, hitting the spot and pleasure coiled deep in my belly. I writhed under the expert hands, needing more. Needing everything.
“You need me.” The deep rough voice vibrated through me. “Just like I need you.”
My eyes snapped open to find Illias watching me as he finger fucked me. The darkness of his gaze swallowed me whole, pulling me into his trap.
I was falling. I knew it. He knew it.
His fingers expertly traced my areola - slow and taunting. My nipples ached with need. I wanted his mouth on them. As if he read my thoughts, he took one nipple between his teeth. First he scraped the sensitive peaks, dragging a breathy moan out of me. Then he sucked the sting away while his other hand hovered over my pussy, teasing my wet entrance.
“Illias, please,” I breathed.
“Please what?” His voice was husky with lust as he thrust two fingers inside me and tugged on my nipple with his teeth.
I arched against him, my breath catching as a moan ripped from my throat.
“More,” I moaned, my body arching off the bed into his touch. “I need more.”
He curled his fingers inside me, triggering an intense throbbing at the bottom of my stomach. Releasing my sensitive nipple, his mouth trailed up to the hollow of my neck, sucking my sensitive skin. Everywhere he touched, he left a wet, hot trail and then he bit the skin on my throat.
A zap of pleasure shot through me and straight between my legs. And all the while, his fingers leisurely slid in and out of me while slick, wet sounds filled the air. I clenched around his fingers as he slid them out.
“Please, no,” I pleaded once he pulled out his fingers, the throbbing unbearable. “I want you.”
The words slipped out. They couldn’t be retracted. I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to take them back.
First step towards recovery. Or maybe towards him. I didn’t know.
For a moment, we stared at each other in silence, but my heart thundered louder and faster, cracking my ribcage with each drum.
Placing a hand on his cheek, our gazes held. Our breaths intermingled, our hearts beat as one. At least it felt like they did at that moment.
His hard cock nestled at the bottom of my stomach and I arched my hips.
“I want you,” I whispered.
I’d be scared of pain and loss tomorrow. Tonight, I’d just surrender to this. Magic or whatever this was.
He gripped me by the hip and pulled me against his groin.
I brushed my lips against his, then murmured against them, “Please, Illias.”
One moment changes lives.
