Page 65 of Thorns of Lust
I met his gaze and my heart stilled for a flicker of a moment, before speeding up in an unnatural way. There was something dark behind his eyes, pulling me to him by an invisible force. As if we were bonded together.
I stepped closer, our breaths only inches away. I felt him on every inch of my skin, even though his fingers only touched my chin. I was parched - for a taste of him, for something that would trap me beneath his darkness. Alcohol had nothing on this feeling.
My lips hovered close to his. The kiss was a single breath away. I wanted to bite and lick his lips. My breasts brushed his chest with each breath, sending heat straight to my core. Clenching my one hand, I ran my other up his abs, curling my fingers into his chest.
I wanted to claw his clothes off his body and feel his chest - hard and warm - under my fingertips. Against me. He smelled so fucking good, I was lost to him.
Our lips connected and my stomach swooped with butterflies working overtime. I didn’t know who closed that final inch. Maybe we met in the middle, splitting that inch in half. My lips parted and his tongue pushed into my mouth, stealing my breath.
It was hot. Wet. Addictive.
Pure lust erupted inside me, drowning me in its waters. My head swam and my world turned so fast, I grew dizzy behind my eyelids. I held on to him as my tongue slid across his. A rough sound vibrated deep in his chest, echoing my own volcano erupting through my veins.
My heart pounded. His thundered under the palm of my hand.
The note forgotten; the plan of seduction forgotten. I rubbed myself against him, needing more of this friction.
And then he bit my lip hard enough I yelped. Again.
This Russian motherfucker.
I glared at him. “What the fuck?”
His gaze burned like the fires of Hades. If we were gods, he’d be part of the hellish dominion and I’d be… well, I wasn’t sure where I’d be. Maybe somewhere between purgatory and heaven.
“You’re playing with fire, Tatiana,” he warned, his voice all velvet and seduction. But the tick of his jaw and lust in his eyes betrayed him. His hand came to my throat, lightly grasping it. I held my breath, waiting and goosebumps broke over my flesh as he caressed my fluttering pulse with his thumb. All it would take was him squeezing against it and he’d snuff the life right out of me.
“So?” I breathed.
I was burning up. I needed more of him. There was no going back. Just here and now.
“You ready for it?” For what, I wanted to ask but my throat was dry. My ears buzzed.
My lips burned from the heat of our kiss. I could still taste him on my lips. The hint of citrus and something else, I couldn’t quite place. It was so fucking addictive that I knew if I crossed the line, there’d be no recovery from the addiction called Illias Konstantin.
As if he read my mind, he added with a rough lilt to his voice, “If we cross this line, there’s no turning back.”
The tone sent a tremor through me, warning me of the risk I was about to take. The electric pull of his gaze tempted me. I hadn’t enjoyed myself in so long, but now… with him… I wanted to play. I wanted to seduce. I wanted to win.
I was never the type to like dropping to my knees. I’d preferred it the other way around. All you motherfuckers drop to your knees and worship me like a queen. But with him… God, help me. I wanted to drop to my knees and make him feel good. I wanted his hands on me.
Yes, it was about winning, but also about feeling good for the first time in a long time. A very long time that stretched before Adrian’s death.
Slowly, keeping eye contact, I lowered myself down to my knees. Surprise flashed across Konstantin's expression and his eyes darkened to black pools. I didn’t care that we were outside. Or that someone could be watching from a distance.
This felt like a need that I couldn’t deny.
So I reached for his belt and unbuckled it, my thighs clenching. The scent of citrus and sandalwood swarmed my mind, like the strongest alcohol I had ever consumed. He didn’t stop me and as I freed his cock, my hands didn’t tremble. It was as if my fingers had known him. Had touched him.
“Are you sure?” His voice was restrained, like he was teetering on the edge. My hand wrapped around his rock-hard length, pre-cum glistening and I proceeded to jack him off. Up and down. Up and down. He was big, much bigger than what I was used to.
“Tatiana. Are. You. Sure?”
Staring up at him, I leaned over and licked the precum from the tip and sucked him into my mouth. It was the only answer I had for him.
A deep groan spilled from his lips, but his half-lidded eyes zeroed in on me. I quickened my pace as I clenched my thighs with the arousal that had hit me like a tsunami. This was empowering. Maybe I was on my knees, but he was unraveling for me. It was me who was giving him pleasure. I controlled his pleasure.
I let him hit the back of my throat, his fingers clenching in my hair and gripping almost painfully. His grunts and appreciative noises were all for me. My hands gripped his thighs and my nails dug into his pants.
