Page 110 of Thorns of Love
TATIANA
Ilaid naked on the bed, waiting for my husband. The stitched mark on my lower abdomen was still red, and I kept trying to adjust my body so it wouldn’t be so visible. I wanted Illias to lose his head and fuck me, not remind him of what happened.
Just as I was putting a pillow next to me, then shifted to my side, propping my leg on it like I was a seductress, the door opened. I stilled, pushing my knee slightly higher, giving him a glimpse of my ass.
It felt a bit awkward, but the moment Illias’ dark eyes landed on me, I reveled in his darkened gaze. And so did my pussy, because I felt a trickle of arousal between my legs. God, help me. The man just glimpsed me and I was ready for the final act.
Slowly, like a predator stalking his prey, he walked into the room, his gaze never wavering from my nakedness. He loosened his tie, discarding it carelessly on the plush rug. His jacket followed.
He was only a step away from me. “Take off your pants too,” I rasped. “Give a girl something to admire. I’m completely naked.”
“Maybe I’m shy,” he retorted dryly.
I smiled, shifting slightly up, and reaching for his belt. “Don’t be,” I purred, looking at him through my lashes. “I’m here to serve you and all your fantasies.”
A dark chuckle vibrated through his chest. “That’s tempting, moya luna.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead. “But you’re still recovering.”
A frustrated noise left my throat. “Illias–” I whined.
He shook his head. “Your health is more important. Think of the babies.”
“The babies want their mama to be pleased,” I groaned. “If their Papa won’t do it, I guess I’m taking matters into my own hands.” I blinked my eyes innocently as I slid my hand between my thighs. I adjusted slightly to ensure he could see exactly how wet I was for him. “You can watch,” I breathed. “I don’t mind.”
My knees parted and the moment my finger touched my clit, a moan slipped through my lips and my hips bucked.
“Fuck.” I had no idea who said it, Illias or me, but I knew the second his control snapped. He straddled me, his mouth slamming against my lips, kissing me roughly.
“You like to torment me,” he groaned. “I swear, Tatiana, you’ll be the death of me.”
I licked his lips, my hips grinding against his shaft. “If you die, I die. So you better stay alive, Husband.”
The promises in his dark gaze had me quivering with need. Still straddling me, Illias reached for the nightstand and retrieved some silky black ropes.
“You better not have used them on anyone else,” I growled, jealousy slithering through me.
“Nobody else, outside my family, has ever been here,” he admitted, never ceasing his movements. “I’ve thought about nobody else since I got that note asking me to pleasure you. Since I fucked you in the gazebo.” His nose brushed against mine. His mouth skimmed over mine, then trailed down my jaw and on my neck. “You’ve had me since the first moment I saw you, Tatiana. I needed you like a rose needs its thorns. I’ve been obsessed with you.”
Happiness ping-ponged off my chest. There was something so seductive about knowing this gorgeous, powerful man was obsessed with me.
I tilted my neck to the side, giving him better access to my neck. “I’m obsessed with you too,” I murmured my own admission. “I promise, I’ll be making it all up to you. For the rest of my life.”
He grabbed both my wrists with one hand, then slammed them over my head. “I’ll hold you to it, Wife.”
He used one of the black silky ropes and wrapped them around my wrist, then tied them to the bedpost. My heart trembled with excitement, my lips parting while I watched him through half-lidded eyes. It started with lust for me but it ended with love. I loved him so fucking much that it scared me.
“Illias,” I murmured softly.
His eyes locked on my face. “Yes, love?”
I smiled softly. “I don’t want you to think I love you any less because I wasn’t obsessed with you from the start.” Reaching up, I took his mouth for a kiss. “I love you so much that sometimes it makes it hard to breathe.” He watched me while his eyes glimmered like a dark night with stars shining in their depths. “It scares me. But I want you to know, it’s always been you. I was confused, maybe even childish. But your scent, your obsession, your love… it was what I always wanted. It has been part of me, my heart and soul, from the moment you touched me.”
Bu-bum. Bu-bum. Bu-bum.
“Fuck, Tatiana. I was born for you.”
“And I was born for you,” I murmured. “Now for the love of God, please fuck me.”
“Oh,moya luna,” he rasped, hooking his big hands under my thighs and wrapping them around his waist. “God has nothing to do with this fucking.”
