Page 46 of Thorns of Love
He returned his attention to the doctor, thanking him. Then the doctor left our bedroom, a soft click sounded behind him and I just about jumped on my husband.
“Two babies,” I exclaimed.
I could feel dampness between my legs. An ache pulsed in me and throbbed, demanding I get relief. No fucking idea if that was normal after the events of today. I didn’t give a shit.
All I knew was that I’d be a mother. To two beautiful babies.
I straddled him and slammed my mouth on his. “I’m so horny,” I murmured against his lips, grinding myself against his hard erection. I leaned forward and kissed his throat. He still owed me an explanation about that phone call but, for now, I just needed him. “You and I have some shit to talk about, but right now, just fuck me.”
“Fuck,” he ground out.
His hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers lacing through the strands and gripping them tightly. And all the while, I kissed his throat, licked his skin, sucked on his neck.
My nipples were sensitive, brushing against the thin material of my bra, sending sizzles of pleasure lower. I ground down on his erection and my forehead fell forward, resting on his shoulder as the pleasure spread through me.
Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulled my head back and took my mouth, devouring me. I parted my mouth, welcoming him. He slid his tongue inside and I was lost to him. The wetness and heat. The feverish desire.
The sound of my panties being ripped filled the air. Our mouths drifted apart and in one swift move, he pulled my already unzipped dress over my head, leaving me in a bra, which disappeared in my next breath.
I pushed his vest off his shoulders, then struggled with the buttons, only to rip them. The buttons went flying all over the room, landing with little clicks.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” he said roughly.
My hands reached for his belt but he was faster. The jingle of his belt. A seductive echo of the zipper and he slammed inside me in one forceful thrust.
Two groans. Two shudders. Two heartbeats.
He leaned forward and captured my top lip between his, kissing me. Seducing me all over again. A tremor ran through me as our tongues danced together. I licked inside his mouth. He sucked my tongue. Our moans and groans mixed. His hands tightened on my grip and then he slapped my ass.
Breaking our kiss, he rasped, “Fuck me, Wife. Show me how you get yourself off with my dick inside you.”
I rolled my hips, slow and lazy. He felt so big and deep inside me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on as I rode him. I wouldn’t make it long. A shiver rolled through me. My pussy throbbed with each thrust he took control of. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me harder against him. Making me ride him faster.
I rose an inch and slid back down. Then again. His groans guided me. He was losing control. The sensation of him deep inside me was intoxicating.
His teeth nipped my top lip. Then his mouth moved lower to my neck. Kissing. Marking. His lips ran up my neck, then pressed to my ears. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you and our babies away from me.”
“Yes,” I breathed, crazed with lust.
He kissed me hard. Possessive. Wild and rough.
His hands gripped my hips and started to control my movements. He started to move me up and down. Hard and fast. Deep and rough. I moaned into his mouth. Pressure built. My chest rubbed against his.
But when his head lowered and sucked a nipple into his mouth, a shudder rolled through me and my head fell back. He turned his attention to my other nipple and he bit the sensitive peak.
I moaned and the pressure boiled past the point of no return. He rocked me against his hard length, hitting all the right spots. Shudders rolled through me like waves crashing against a shore.
An orgasm slammed into me, and I moaned his name like a prayer. My walls clenched around his length and he kept fucking me through my orgasm until he sank so deep inside me, I didn’t know where he began and I ended.
He spilled inside me with a loud groan and his mouth on mine.
His heart thundered hard in his chest, threatening to crack my own. His fingers intertwined with mine, holding me as if he feared I’d disappear.
“Mine,” he rasped. “You’ve always been mine, Tatiana.”
It was then that realization sunk in. Illias' words about me forgetting him finally sunk in and made sense.
Illias Konstantin had fucked me in the gazebo, not Adrian.
