Page 87 of Thorns of Lust
Roughly, he pulled my tank top up over my head and his rough palm closed over my right breast, kneading it.
“Illias,” I breathed, arching my back into his touch. His lips still crushed mine, his kiss consuming me just as his touch did. My hands slid up into his hair and gripped a fistful of his silky strands. “Get rid of your clothes,” I rasped.
The need in my voice was alarming. I didn’t heed the warning. Heat tugged in my lower stomach, and I rolled my hips, grinding against him to relieve the ache inside.
My hands fumbled with his belt. Desperation was eating at me, clawing my insides with the raging need for him. The jingle of his belt registered in the far corner of my mind. His fingers hooked on my shorts, grabbing panties along with them and pulling them down my legs.
He inhaled deeply. “Your arousal… I can smell it.”
He discarded the rest of his clothes, leaving us both naked. In one swift move, he pulled us into a sitting position. My legs still wrapped around his waist, straddling him and my breasts pressed against his hard chest. He placed a kiss on my neck, then nipped it hard, marking my flesh as his. A shudder erupted beneath my skin.
“You and me, moya luna,” he murmured, tracing the edge of my ear with this tongue. “Don’t you ever forget it. Every inch of your body and soul - I want it all.”
I wanted to tell himno. I wanted to tell him this was just physical. But his lips against the hollow of my neck had me forgetting English and Russian.
Instead, I tilted my head, offering him better access. I was his. Every inch of my body and he knew it. My body hummed for him. My soul sang for him.
I’d be terrified later. Right now, desperation ate at me. We’d barely gotten started, and I already needed him inside me with an ache that was increasingly becoming hard to bear. I wanted him so badly my body trembled.
I ran my hands up his bare chest, over his biceps, and into his thick hair. He let out a rough breath, watching me lazily with a dark expression. His erection lined up with my entrance, the heat of his body had my insides clenching. I couldn’t help it; I rocked against him.
A fire lit inside me. I wanted more. I shifted on his erection, feeling his hard cock at my entrance. I slid down, feeling the tip of it inside me and my head fell back with a moan.
“Look how prettily your pussy takes me,” he rasped, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing me to watch as his cock disappeared inside me. He stared at our joined bodies with a reverence in his eyes, dark and possessive. There was such intensity in his gaze, calling to my soul and sending ripples of waves through it.
“You see that, Tatiana?” he rasped, his voice laced with a thick accent. “It’ll always be like this. You and me.” A shuddering breath left me, as I watched him, my eyes half-lidded and hazy. “Ride me. Fuck me,” he groaned. “Let me see you get yourself off.”
The thick lust in his voice drifted between us, filling my stomach with heat. He bent his head and captured a nipple in his mouth. White light shot behind my eyelids. While he sucked and licked one breast, his rough palm kneaded the other.
His palm landed on my bare ass with a slap. “Fuck me, Tatiana.”
My ass stung from the palm of his hand. My arousal dripped, making a mess of both of us.
A dark chuckle vibrated from Illias. His jaw ticked. His heartbeat raced against mine. Something dark lingered in his eyes; he looked on the brink of losing control.
I moved slowly, rocking my hips in a circular motion, feeling him deep inside me and my walls clenching around him. I ground my clit against him, shuddering with the pleasure that already swam through my veins.
“That’s it, moya luna.” His mouth was pressed against my ear, his words heavy with a Russian accent that for the first time in my life I loved. It showed he was losing his control. For me. “You’re taking me so well.”
His hands were everywhere - on my neck, up and down my spine, gripping my hips. Every breath I took was intoxicating. My mouth trailed over his neck, nipped on his jaw until our mouths clashed again.
He gripped my hips to grind me harder against him.
“Ohhhh,” I whimpered. Pleasure built and built, igniting sparks that reached higher and higher. I rode him, up and down. My tits bounced. He slapped my ass again, nipped my throat, sucked my nipples, then bit down on them hard. “Jesus–”
“Illias,” he groaned, grinding me on him hard and fast. My insides shuddered. He was everywhere. “The name is Illias. Don’t you forget it, Tatiana.”
He slapped my ass again and the orgasm was instant. I screamed his name. I came so hard spots flew behind my eyes. The fire inside me spread like wildfire, sending a tingling sensation through my body.
When I came down from my high, it was to his eyes on me.
“I love seeing you orgasm,” he rasped, nipping at my lip.
A blush spread over me. His words filled me with feelings stronger than I had ever felt before. It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time.
“My turn to see you orgasm,” I murmured and his eyes lit with fires that burned hotter than inferno as I reached back, leaning my hands on his thighs. It gave him a better view of our joined bodies, his cock buried deep inside me.
His eyes traveled over my body, from my flushed cheeks, over my parted mouth, down my bouncing breasts to where he slid in and out of me as I rode him. My arousal dripped down my thighs, the erotic noises of slick flesh against slick flesh filling the safe room.
