Page 39 of Thorns of Love
“Do you consent?” His voice was accented, dark and heavy. I never heard Adrian’s Russian so prominent.
“Yes.” Anyone in their right mind would consent to such a sensual, seductive voice. He was already binding my hands with something soft.
His scent enveloped me. He must have changed his cologne, because his scent of leather was replaced with the unique, probably custom-made cologne. It smelled of citrus mingled with spice and sandalwood.
It was like there was an aphrodisiac in it. It kicked up my desire several notches, soaking my panties with my arousal. His hand on my waist gripped the skirt of my dress and yanked it up. Goosebumps broke over my skin as the cool air touched my flesh. My thong left little to the imagination.
His groan vibrated against my back and as his fingers cupped my ass and squeezed it hard. His touch was dominant and confident. It felt so good.
I felt his lips against the curve of my neck, marking me. I turned my head, wanting to see his face but he wrapped a hand around my throat and pressed his chest against my back. His scent washed over me and his length pressed against my back. If that was any indication of his length, he was big.
My breaths came out in small pants. Moans and whimpers. Releasing my throat, his fingers gripped my hair and forced me to bend over a few inches, then his foot nudged mine.
“Open for me, moya luna.”
He barely finished the sentence and I spread my legs for him. Eagerly.
“Please,” I moaned.
He let go of my hair and his hand slid between my thighs. “So soaked,” he grunted, sending a shudder down my back.
In one move, he shredded my thong off my hips and then traced his finger over my pussy drenched with my slickness. When his fingers brushed over my clit, a violent shudder tore through me.
“Ahhhh.” We barely got started and I was ready to fall apart. His expert touch kept teasing me with slow circles over my clit before plunging a thick finger inside me. “Please. More,” I breathed with a desperate edge to my voice.
“You want me inside you?” he demanded to know with a growl.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I need you inside me. Please.”
His growl of satisfaction vibrated against my earlobe as he continued finger-fucking me, teasing my clit while his finger thrust in and out of me. The imminent orgasm only stoked the fire inside me.
He removed his hand as my body still shuddered but only for a second. The crinkle of foil reached my ears as he tore open a condom. My skirt still bunched around my waist, he poised the tip of his cock at my hot entrance. In a single thrust, he plunged forward and buried himself deep inside me.
A scream tore through me. My virginity gone.
I sucked in a ragged breath as he stretched me, pain overtaking my pleasure.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” I hissed. I could feel his surprise in the way he tensed. “Make it good.”
“Your wish is my command,” he rasped.
Slowly he pulled out, only to plunge inside again. Initially he moved slowly, letting me adjust to his size. My insides clenched all around his shaft, greedily taking him in. I wanted more of him. I wanted his unleashed desire. With each thrust, my moans turned louder. He released my waist and brought his hand over my mouth. He fucked me hard and fast. Each thrust allowed him deeper inside me. A scream bubbled on my lips and I muffled it by biting into his hand, my teeth digging into his palm.
His teeth scraped the soft skin on my neck, then sucked to ease the sting. Pain and pleasure mixed, blurring the lines and I no longer knew where one ended and the other started. The orgasm shattered through me like an avalanche, but he didn’t stop fucking me. He kept thrusting through my orgasm, my cries turning into screams as he fucked me harder and deeper.
My inner muscles clamped around his thick cock and he shuddered with a grunt, finding his own release. This was fucking incredible. Fuck virginity and fuck everything. I wanted to marry this man and have sex like this for the rest of my life.
“Mine,” he rasped. “You’ll always be mine.”
Simple words. Simple claim. Simple truth.
I always wanted to be his. I leaned against the wall of the gazebo, my legs slightly unstable as he pulled out of me. It took me a few minutes to put myself back together, but when I turned around, he was gone.
“Tatiana, are you okay?” Isla’s voice pulled me away as the memory danced before me and something nudged the back of my mind. A thought I couldn’t quite grasp. “Tatiana?”
Isla shook my hand lightly, squeezing my fingers.
