Page 33 of Thorns of Love
Our lips brushed, my tongue slid inside her mouth. I kissed her with the same rhythm of my thrusts, my tongue sliding in and out of her mouth. Then my mouth trailed down her chin, nipping and marking. I kissed her delicate neck, sucking on her tender flesh.
I feasted on her tight nipples, thrusting in and out of her. Her sexy, throaty moans encouraged me forward while her inner muscles milked me, strangling my cock.
“Illias…oh, God…” She panted. “Please untie me. I want to touch you.”
In one swift move, I removed her bindings and her hands wrapped around me. Her nails clawed at me. I pushed inside her, losing control. Each thrust was rougher than the last. I powered in and out of her while she throbbed around me.
My blood rushed through my veins, relishing in the feel of her heat as she milked me. Her eyes shut, her mouth parted and she cried out as she came undone. The rush of hearing her cries of pleasure had my blood rushing through my veins and down to my groin.
Her nails clawed at my back, drawing my own orgasm out. My groan reverberated around the room as I spurted cum inside her. It filled her pussy, the overflow dripping all over her. The buzz spread through my veins, entered my brain and had me out of my mind with this animalistic sense of ownership.
Tatiana was the only one who drew this out of me. The connection between us was deep, dark and so fucking overwhelming that it shook me to my core.
A deep, contented sigh slipped from my wife’s lips and she snuggled into me, my dick still buried inside her.
It was where I was meant to be all along.
* * *
I watched my wife sleep as the first rays of dawn flickered through the windows, shining over her golden hair. She looked like a soft angel when she slept, but when awake, she could be a vengeful queen.
Tatiana understood the family unit.
She’d lived it. She’d breathed it. It was part of her DNA.
Maybe it was those invisible strings that connected us. Yes, there was physical attraction, but it went beyond that. She might be the Nikolaev baby sister but she had that strength about her. Underneath her rebellious nature. Underneath that slightly unhinged Nikolaev way.
Even surrounded by guns and men who caused most adult people to piss themselves, she’d threatened them as she tried to revive Adrian.
The night of Adrian’s death played in my mind as I watched her sleep, that light blonde hair spread on my chest like a halo. She was the most peculiar combination of an angel, fighter, and rebel. Sometimes it fucking hurt to look at her, especially like this. When she slept. It reminded me of the night I took her to the hospital. When I thought I’d lost her.
In my entire life, I had never experienced that kind of fear. I witnessed my own mother killed at six and that didn’t scratch the surface of the fear I had of losing Tatiana.
I remembered how each heartbeat felt like a knife in my chest as the car sped through Louisiana to where I tracked Marchetti.
“Speed up,” I barked at Nikita in a cold tone.
The dark streets of New Orleans’ suburbs were ominous and reminded me of another that fatal night so many years ago. The night that started it all. Adrian’s hate for us.
If Marchetti got to them before us, Tatiana would be dead right alongside Adrian. Just for being with him. Marchetti never left loose ends and regardless of what Tatiana knew or didn’t know, she was a loose end.
Nikita pressed harder on the gas, the engine roaring louder as we sped down the highway. Not even the moon was our friend. It was a perfect Halloween night.
The first flicker of lights in the distance had my pulse leaping.
“There.” I pointed to the side of the road. Fuck, Marchetti was here already. The car was upside down. Where in the fuck was Tatiana?
The car came screeching to a stop, and I was out before the engine even stopped.
“Kill him,” Marchetti ordered. Adrian stood all bloodied in front of him, but alive. Just surface bruises. Then whose blood was it. My eyes frantically searched around until a glimpse of light gold strands against the car window caught my eye.
“They both have to die,” Marchetti commanded in that unemotional voice, his expression dark. He valued his work from the shadows above all else. It kept his family protected, although for generations Marchetti’s women ended up dead.
“No,” I gritted and his eyes finally came to mine. “You touch her and I’m out.” His eyes narrowed on me. It was a risk, but I’d take it. For her, I fucking would. “And don’t forget her unhinged brothers.”
“You can control them,” Marchetti answered, putting his hand in his suit.
“But I won’t,” I said coldly. “If you kill her, they can go hunting you all for all I care.”
