Page 80 of Thorns of Lust
“Yes,” I croaked, watching him through heavy lidded eyes. He rewarded me by slipping his fingers under the material of my panties and running his fingers along my slit.
A low satisfying groan left his throat. “Good girl.”
He traced circles around my clit and my hips bucked against his hand. My skin buzzed like a live wire and my breaths came out short. I tilted my hips up, a moan ripping from my throat when he pushed two fingers inside me.
My eyes fluttered shut as he pumped his fingers in and out of me at a slow, agonizing pace.
“Please, Konstantin,” I panted. “Faster.”
A dark chuckle filled the space, sounding like a distant noise. I ground myself on his hand, greedy for more friction on my clit. His expert fingers felt so good, and I needed to come undone.
He dipped his head, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin where my shoulder and neck met. Another shudder rolled down my spine. And all the while, his fingers worked me, in and out. My hips rocked under his touch
“Konstantin.” I clenched around his fingers, his name a moan on my lips.
“You’ll call me Illias,” he ordered in a rough tone.
Then in one swift move, his arms wrapped around the backs of my thighs and he scooped me up and shifted us around, to sit me at the edge of the counter.
Then he lowered to his knees, his head between my thighs. With a dark gaze that reflected heaven and hell, he met my eyes, his mouth barely inches from my clenching core. He might be on his knees but there was nothing meek about him. He licked my pussy through my silky panties and I spread my legs wider. His tongue was hot, too close yet not close enough, sending a deep rush of pleasure through me.
“My name,” he demanded as he fisted my thong.
“Konstantin,” I moaned.
The shredding sound rang through the air. He dropped the thong to the floor, not sparing it another glance. I shuddered under the hot, wet touch of his tongue against my core. He took lazy, leisurely laps from the entrance to my clit and then his tongue pushed into my entrance. I made a throaty noise and my fingers gripped his hair, my nails scraping against his scalp.
His mouth left me, only for his smoldering gaze to find mine.
“What’s my name?” he asked in a sharp tone.
“P-Please,” I breathed. His eyes flashed and before I could think the next thought, a feeling of fullness came over me. He slipped two fingers inside me, roughly, igniting pleasure through my bloodstream.
“My name, Tatiana,” he demanded harshly, pulling out his fingers and then plunging them inside harder. A tremor went through me as pain and pleasure mixed. “Say it and the pleasure is all yours.”
“Why… Why do you care?” I choked out, rocking my hips against his fingers. It was hard to think with his fingers inside me. “Don’t you know your name?”
He pulled out his fingers and a dark, deep chuckle left his lips. His gaze locked on my exposed pussy and his hot breath brushed against it. I shuddered with the intense need to beg him to close the distance.
“I want to make sure you know whose name you’ll be screaming, Tatiana,” he rasped. “My name. Always my name.”
The battle of wills pulled back and forth between us. I had to be a weak, weak woman because I caved in.
“Illias,” I breathed and the reward was instant. His mouth found my clit, licking and sucking, while his fingers moved in and out of me. A deep groan of satisfaction vibrated from his throat and straight to my core, like this was as pleasurable for him as it was for me.
My hands tugged at his hair, my hips grinding against his mouth. I needed more but he was taking his time, slowing down when the pressure ignited and I was right at the edge of the cliff, ready to spiral into an abyss.
Then he’d slow again. My fingers gripped his strands tighter. “Please, Illias,” escaped my lips.
As if that was what he waited for, he finally gave me what I wanted. He fingered me faster and harder, and his laps turned firmer. Nothing but deep, hot pleasure built inside me. His dark gaze found mine while still between my thighs and he curled his fingers inside me, hitting that spot.
The pressure exploded through my veins like wildfire. One hard press of his thumb on my clit and I flew through the space between heaven and Earth.
And I screamed his name.
TWENTY-SIX
KONSTANTIN
