Page 64 of Thorns of Love
“Where were you?” I rasped, curious if he’d give me an answer.
“I met with Marchetti,” he responded, his mouth back to skimming my jaw. “He says hi.”
Surprise flooded me that he answered honestly.
“About?” I asked hopefully. Maybe we could work together. Maybe Konstantin could tell me everything that led us to that night of the accident. I’d help him with that chip and he’d help me understand what exactly Adrian did.
“A fashion brand deal.” Okay, maybe not. Disappointment flooded me. Obviously, he wouldn’t tell me anything. Fine. It worked both ways. If he refused to share information, I’d do the same. His thumb found my clit and my head fell back. Gasps and moans traveled through the air.
“I can smell your arousal.” My clit throbbed. My vision blurred. My ears buzzed. “I’m starved and I’m going to feast on this pussy all night.”
“Maybe this pussy doesn’t want you,” I replied nonchalantly. “Maybe she’s in the mood for another man.”
My breathy voice might have ruined my intent, but the result was perfect. Suddenly, Illias grabbed me by a fistful of hair. His gaze locked on me full of turmoil. His gaze burned, revealing currents underneath his darkness that would pull me into oblivion.
“Don’t ever joke around about touching other men.” The venom in his voice had my heart racing. He pulled his finger out, then slammed two back in. “I’ll murder a man for just looking your way.”
“T-that might be a problem,” I breathed, my pussy grinding against his hand. My blood thundered in my ears. Lust drowned all other noises, leaving me alone with him. “Because if I murder every woman just looking your way, it will leave only the two of us in this world.”
“I’m fine with that.”
His gaze burned hot. Obsessive. Possessive. Madness. Those were the three words I’d use to describe my husband. And all of it was aimed at me.
His hands left me. He took a small step back. Fuck, nobody looked as good as Illias in a suit. Broad shoulders that his custom made suits hid. The tanned skin I knew it hid. A savage and ruthless man packaged in a sophisticated suit.
I wanted him naked. I wanted to feel his hot skin against mine.
“Take off your clothes.” Something about his commanding tone sent shudders through me. I obeyed quickly. Too eagerly. But a week without him inside me had been agonizing. My clothes discarded on the floor, I stood naked in front of him.
His fingers traced my lower belly, his touch gentle and reverent. “How are you feeling?”
The reverence in his voice sent a fever through me. Shower me with money, fashion, diamonds… that was all great. But this… the reverence in his voice for our babies was what made me fall to my knees.
“They missed their papa,” I murmured. He took a step forward, closing the space between us.
The darkness in his eyes flashed with the light. Time suspended. Our breaths intermingled. Then his mouth crashed down on mine. Effortlessly, he scooped me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He held me tightly as he walked across the room.
I’d leave him tonight. I’d go searching for answers. But he’d come for me. Without a doubt, I knew he’d find me. I just didn’t know where we’d be at the end of it all.
He sat down on the couch, my knees straddling him. His heavy gaze caressed every inch of my body. My mouth. My breasts. My stomach. My curves. His hands followed the path of his gaze, a rough and claiming touch leaving marks behind. As if he wanted the entire world to know I was his. His mouth latched onto my breast and a shot of lust rushed through my bloodstream. His touch was rough and urgent, mirroring my own. He fed my fire. I ignited his.
My hands buried in his hair as he sucked on my nipples, each graze of his teeth against the sensitive flesh sent tremors through me.
His hand slapped my ass. “Stand up and sit on my face.”
He barely got his command out before he jerked me upward. I squealed softly, but it quickly turned into a moan as he pulled me down on his face. His stubble was rough against my sensitive flesh. I groaned. He groaned. I braced my thighs on the back of the couch and my hands in his hair while his face was buried in my pussy.
He sucked and licked. My hips rolled and ground against his mouth. My moans filled the space. In the back of my mind, I worried about suffocating him, but the moment I tried to shift away, his hand came down on my ass.
Slap.
I yelped, gripping a fistful of his hair.
“Get back on my face,” he growled. “I want to suffocate with your pussy on my face.”
His fingers dug into my hips and he slammed me down back on his face. The groan vibrated from him and straight to my core. He swirled his tongue in circles, lapping my juices. Then he nipped my sensitive, swollen clit and pushed his tongue inside my entrance. My hips bucked. I gasped. The orgasm shot through me, stealing my breath away.
I had no fucking idea when he’d unfastened his pants, but he was pulling his dress shirt from his pants and I pulled him out, my movements eager and frantic. He was hot and heavy in my hand, and so hard. Then without warning he grabbed my hips and slammed inside me.
