Page 21 of Thorns of Love
I begged Illias silently to hang up. I needed more of this. His thrusts increased in speed, he kept hitting my G-spot and with the tightening of his rough hand around my throat, I was so fucking close to screaming my orgasm.
“You heard my wife.” Thank God for small mercies. “Don’t call us, we’ll call you.”
“You–”Click.
Then he started moving at a maddening pace, fucking me harder, deeper. The mattress screamed with protests right along my moans and pants.
“You take it so fucking good, Tatiana,” he praised and a sob of pleasure came from my lips as an orgasm shot through me. My body shuddered with the force of it. Illias pinched my nipples, one then the other, eliciting throaty moans from me.
“Are you mine?”
“N-no,” I panted, desperate for more of this amazing feeling as my husband started fucking me harder, deeper and faster. But just because I loved the feel of him, didn’t mean I’d just roll over and tell him I was his.
His hand came around my throat and my traitorous body actually leaned into the damn touch. Like what-the-fuck!
“Wrong,” he rasped, his lips against my ear. Thrust. “You are mine.” Thrust. “Your pussy.” Thrust. “Your ass.” Thrust. “Your everything.”
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
“That’s right.” My knees gave out, but that didn’t stop Illias. He kept fucking me, the pace pushing me towards another orgasm. He pulled out of me, only to slam into me with such force a scream tore from my throat. He was hitting a spot so deep that I’d agree to anything, just to feel this pleasure cruise through my veins. “Don’t ever forget you’re mine. You feel how your pussy clenches around my cock?”
His groans and my pants danced in the air as we both shuddered against each other, tumbling toward the edge of release. I lost all sense as I relished in seeing my husband lose control.
“We’re going to have many babies,” he growled against my neck. “Because I’ll never have enough of this. Of you.”
His hold tightened on me and he stilled as he shot cum inside me. The warm liquid trickled down my thighs and exhaustion pulled on my muscles. Both of us breathing heavily, our hearts beating as one.
With my husband still inside me, his strong heart beating against my back, I let myself relax as his lips trailed over my skin. Gentle. Like feathers. So different from the roughness of his fucking. His hands roamed every inch of my skin, petting and holding me, until I started grinding against him. Needing him again. And again.
The carnal lust we shared filled the skies until both our bodies gave in to exhaustion. With his arms wrapped around me and soft Russian words in my ear, sleep pulled me under.
The scent of citrus and sandalwood wrapped around me like a protective blanket.
NINE
TATIANA
Awarm chest cradled me.
We were moving. Words in a language I didn’t care for. Then the heavy shifting of doors and cool air washed over me and a different kind of shudder rolled through me. My eyes opened and landed on the landscape of snow covered ground that stretched for miles.
My eyes darted around in confusion.
“Where are we?” I rasped, my throat dry from sleep. “And why didn’t you wake me?” It had been the running theme lately. Every time I turned around, Konstantin had swooped me up, carrying me like his cherished bride.
He stood at the top of the staircase landing on his plane, readying to depart the plane.
I glanced down and found myself wearing Illias’ dress shirt and someone’s long black wool dress coat.
“It’s my coat. I figured it’d cover your body and keep you warm.” The deep timbre of his voice warmed my chest. When he ran a thumb across my cheek, that warmth crept into my heart. “I didn’t have boots that would fit you.” The cool against my toes registered and I wiggled them. I was barefoot but Illias managed to tuck the hem of his coat under my feet. “I ordered you new clothes and everything is being delivered toourhome.” He accentuated the word and somehow it related the message that I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear. Not until I learned exactly the story behind the killing of the woman in his video and behind what happened to Adrian. I let it go for now, but I needed to uncover the mystery there.
Then I remembered he didn’t answer my question.
“Where are we?” I repeated.
“Home.”
I frowned. “Your home is California. Los Angeles. I don’t think L.A. has ever been covered in five feet of snow.”
