Page 28 of Thorns of Love
“I got a cell phone delivered a while back,” I started quietly. “I don’t know who sent it but when I opened it a video started playing.”
Illias visibly stiffened. “What was the video about?”
His voice was slightly off. Almost worried. But his expression never changed.
I swallowed. “The video showed Sasha killing someone. Strangling a man. No clue who that guy was but it freaked me out.” I took a lungful of air and then slowly exhaled. “That wasn’t the worst part. At the end of it, Adrian made a comment about erasing the video. Yet, there it was. The damn video playing right there in front of me.” I shook my head. “I don’t think he erased it, but I don’t know why. He and my brothers were so close.”
Our admissions weaved through the air, pulling us closer by invisible ties. And slowly my trust in this man grew another notch. At least as far as protection went. I knew Illias would protect our family at all costs. All I had to do was look at Isla and know it to be true.
She owed her life to her big brother. Just as I owed my life to my big brother. Sasha saved me from my mother, but Vasili and Sasha gave me life. A stable and healthy childhood.
I rose up to my feet, water dripping down my body, then swung one leg, then the other to get out of the tub. He watched me, his eyes running over my body with that dark lust I’d come to expect from him. A lust that, if I was honest with myself, excited me. But he only reached for another plush towel and wrapped it around me. I kept my hands in the air, then turned slowly until we were face-to-face.
I wasn’t a short woman, but I wasn’t exactly tall either. Next to him, I felt like a fragile little thing, yet protected. I reached up to Illias’ chest, having to crane my neck to keep eye contact.
His silence touched my skin. His darkness tempted. His obsession overwhelmed.
And slowly invisible strings pulled us together, weaving through the thorns of our world.
My thighs quivered. My pulse rushed. My ears buzzed. I waited for him to touch me. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. Every cell in my body lit up, waiting, as my heart thundered. Maybe it was the fact that our baby grew in my belly that weaved this connection or maybe something else entirely. I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I had never felt anything like this with Adrian.
“Go to bed,” he instructed softly, brushing his knuckles against my cheek. “You need sleep.”
Sleep was the last thing I needed right now.
“What about you?” Fuck, I needed him to touch me. Get me off. My whole body was on fire, tingling with sensations that I feared went beyond the physical attraction.
“I’m going to get in the shower.”
With that he turned around and strode to the opposite side of the room where the glass enclosed shower was and turned on the water.
“Maybe I should watch you take a shower since you watched me take a bath,” I half-teased. “Tit for tat and all that.”
He didn’t answer, but those kissable lips tipped up, tempting me to go to him.
Oh, well. Maybe he’s spent.
I turned around reaching for the new toothbrush, while still sneaking in a few glances at my husband’s gorgeous body as he stripped. Jesus, he had the body of a Greek god. The tan hue of his skin covered his muscles and displayed his strength,
Quickly done with my teeth, I whirled around and left the bathroom with one last glance over my shoulder at Illias. Once in the bedroom, I padded to the walk-in closet in search of some pajamas.
“Maybe some sexy lingerie,” I mused out loud.
There was none though. So I fished out a pair of lacy light blue panties and just as I was about to pull out a t-shirt, my eyes landed on Illias’ organized row of shirts. I reached for one and slipped it on, leaving it unbuttoned. Then I searched through the rows and rows of ties until I found the perfect one. Silky. Blue. Matched my panties.
I put the tie on, letting it fall loosely between my breasts.
The water still ran in the shower so I climbed on top of the bed and got myself comfortable. I waited, the cool air brushing against my sensitive nipples. My bare thighs. My barely noticeable rounder hips.
My fingers trailed down my collar bone, over my nipples and pinched them. Hard. The way Illias does. I arched my back as my eyelids fluttered shut. A soft moan slipped from my lips. Then I pinched my other nipple, giving it the same attention.
“Fuck,” I rasped. This felt good.
My pussy throbbed for the same attention. My thighs quivered. Wetness pooled, ready for my husband’s cock.Except he wants me to rest, I thought wryly. My hand trailed down my body and into my panties. The moment my finger touched my clit, a shuddering breath left me. Blood rushed through my veins and buzzed in my ears, lighting up every single inch of my skin.
I rubbed my clit, sending shivers through my body. I spread my slickness to my entrance, then pushed one finger inside me. A disappointing shuddering breath left me. It felt nothing like when Illias fingered me.
So I returned my attention to my throbbing clit. I rubbed it, grinding my hips against my hand. I pretended it was my husband’s rough hand. Circling my clit, I applied pressure on it. Pinched it. My back arched off the bed. My movements became erratic. Still stroking my clit, pure bliss bloomed in the pit of my stomach.
