Page 29 of Thorns of Love
I remembered how it felt to have Illias ram into me with those powerful, ruthless thrusts. His groin slapped against my flesh with savagery, punishing me and giving me pleasure at the same time.
Illias’ dark, filthy words echoed in my brain.
My walls clenched. My pussy ached. An electricity built deep in my core and slowly spread to my spine. A moan traveled through the air, but I only heard it as if I was submerged in water.
I was so close. Almost there.
My heart beat vigorously. Erratically. Rubbing my aching pussy desperately, in chase of that ultimate pleasure, until a hand wrapped around my wrist and stilled it.
My eyes shot open.
My husband’s dark eyes, full of flames of lust, stared down at me. He was wearing only boxers and the ache between my thighs intensified tenfold. We stared at each other, my cheeks flushed, but I wasn’t embarrassed.
There was no point in it.
His taut forearms and those graceful, thick fingers were so close to my aching pussy. And I knew what pleasure they could bring.
“You couldn’t have waited for me?”
My eyes widened. “You said to go to sleep. I assumed you weren’t interested in sex.”
The soft light from the bathroom came from the corner of the room. His strong, almost harsh features spoke of dark lust. The look in his eyes was one of possession and obsession.
He inhaled deeply, letting the scent of my arousal deep into his lungs. He watched me through his half-lidded eyes.
“Who were you thinking about while touching yourself?”
“You.”
The answer seemed to please him, because the disarming smile had my heart thundering against my rib cage in a whole new rhythm.
“Good girl.” Holding my wrist, he pulled my hand out of my panties, then grabbed my other wrist, holding them both together in his big hand. “For that, I won’t put a belt to your ass.”
Oh, fuck.
My arousal thickened. My blood pumped faster.
I should be appalled at his words. Nobody had ever spanked me, never mind put a belt to my ass. Then why in the fuck did it sound so goddamn hot. Maybe it was time to visit a doctor.
He pulled his tie over my head and calmly wrapped it around my wrists.
“My dear wife, this is your first lesson,” he drawled, his voice rough. Deep. Dark. “Nobody… nobody gets you off, but me.” A shudder rolled through me. This was beyond crazy. I fucking liked it. He effortlessly bound my wrists in front of me with the silky blue tie. Then with one hand, he spread my legs.
“You’re soaked,” he groaned, his eyes lingering on my covered pussy as if he could see through my panties. I followed his gaze and saw the wet stain on my panties from my arousal. Okay, that was slightly embarrassing.
Slap.
His hand slapped my pussy. A tingly sensation pulsed through my core and spread with a need for more.
“Your arousal belongs to me, Tatiana,” he growled.Slap.Fuck, I might orgasm and I didn’t think he’d like that. He was punishing me, not rewarding me. Yet, it was stimulating, sending a tingly sensation throbbing through my core. “Do you understand?”
Closing my legs, his hand trapped between my thighs, I nodded frantically. One more slap and the pleasure would burst through me. I had no control over it.
Shifting my upper body towards him, I brought my face closer to his. His hand between my thighs burned, tempting me to grind myself against him. But I ignored it. I wanted to bring him pleasure. Then I’d beg him to fuck me.
“Let me make it up to you,” I murmured, against his lips. I traced his bottom lip with my tongue. His mouth parted, letting me in, and I took the opportunity to slide my tongue in. Our lips molded. I moaned against him, my hips arching without my permission against his hand still between my thighs.
Our kissing was frantic. Desperate. Needy. Fuck, it was so hot, I feared I’d melt.
