Page 88 of Thorns of Lust
I could feel him deep in my womb. I watched with half-lidded eyes as he gripped my hips, then pulled me chest-to-chest and then slammed me down on his erection. Hard.
A joint groan. Locked gazes. Then he pulled me up, only to bounce me down on his cock again. Up and down. Again and again. My moans filled the space. My fingers came to his shoulders, clawing at his skin.
“Illias,” I whimpered. “Oh, God…. Ahhh.”
He thrust in and out of me with such force, filling me like never before.
His fingers gripped my braid as he devoured my lips and my tongue. He pounded in and out of me with such brutality that I’d fear he’d branded me on the inside. With his other hand, he pinched my nipple and I moaned against him.
The rhythm with which he fucked me was savage. Consuming. He twisted my nipples over and over again, pain and pleasure intermingling. He powered into my pussy, while his palm slapped against my ass and I saw stars.
The sound of my pleasure was unmistakable. Fuck, I never even knew I’d enjoy the pain as much as the pleasure. The sting enhanced the pleasure, and I knew my body would never be the same.
Shamelessly I reached for his hand and put it on my clit. “P-please,” I gasped.
He didn’t even hesitate. He rubbed the heel of his palm against my clit, then in one swift move slapped it. My heart thundered so hard, it threatened to break my ribs. He reached for my swollen clit then and twisted it.
“Ohhh…”
His pace increased to a maddening level, his thrusts piercing me. His groin hit hard against my clit.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my mouth, his eyes hooded. “Come apart for me.”
The second orgasm hit me with monumental force, and I screamed his name so loud, my throat was raw. Throaty moans mixed with his name. He continued powering into me relentlessly, my walls clenching around him.
With a last punishing thrust, he shuddered, his face buried into the crook of my neck and finished inside me.
High on the pleasure and post-orgasmic bliss, I pressed my body against him and rested my face against his neck. Our breathing was heavy. Our hearts beat wildly.
Thick wet arousal, a mixture of both our liquids, slid down my thigh, leaking out of my pussy. His hand caressed my back, never ceasing its soothing movement and my eyes drooped in fatigue.
“I need to clean up,” I murmured sleepily, attempting to move but my muscles refused to support me.
“I’ve got you,” he assured softly.
Deep sleep pulled me under.
That night I dreamt of little boys and girls with pale blue eyes and dark hair.
TWENTY-EIGHT
TATIANA
Ihad to find a way to get to Russia.
Since there was no other information among Adrian's possessions, I was back to my original plan. Adrian’s hint. It had something to do with that parking lot in Russia. So, to Russia I must go.
There were just a few minor obstacles. The men that Konstantin had on me. The men that my brothers had on me. And then there were the damn Yakuza. What the fuck did Adrian involve himself in?
Illias got an urgent call and left sometime in the night. I woke up to a bouquet of roses on my nightstand and a note.
I had to take care of a debt. I’ll be back. Wait for me.
My lips curved into a soft smile and I buried my face into the pillow. His scent still lingered on the sheets and I inhaled deeply, letting it seep into my lungs.
Wait for me.
I reached for my phone and quickly typed up a message.Touché, Pakhan. Goes both ways.
