Page 65 of Thorns of Love
“Ohhhhh… my… God…” I choked breathlessly, pleasure blazing through my veins.
“Your husband,” he murmured against my mouth. “Not God. I’ll kill him too.”
My silly heartbeat tripped over itself. My breath shuddered. My tits rubbed against the material of his suit.
“Whatever you want,” I breathed, my fingers frantically ripping his suit jacket off, then working on his shirt. The moment my palms felt his warm skin, I sighed. Touching Illias was a sin in itself. His warm skin smelled like home. My home. I licked it, tasting citrus and sandalwood.
My own personal heaven. My own personal hell. My purgatory.
“Remember those words.” He leaned forward and took my bottom lip between his teeth. “Because I’m fucking you all night,” he rasped against my mouth. He was so deep inside me - my body, my soul and my brain - that I should be terrified. Yet, the only thing I could feel was excitement.
Our mouths molded together. I slid my tongue inside and a groan from deep in his chest vibrated against my own heart. His hands tightened on my hips and he started grinding them against his cock.
He broke the kiss just long enough to say, “Ride me, baby.”
I did. His kiss turned rough, his tongue mimicked the rolling of my hips. My blood drummed in my ears, rushing through my veins. Fuel and flame ignited, consuming me. Just like this man. My husband.
I rolled my hips, at first slow and lazy but he wouldn't have it. So he took charge. His fingers dug into my flesh and he lifted me slightly, until his hard length almost slid out of me. Only to pull me harder down on his shaft, slamming my pussy against his pelvis. My clit ground against it. My head fell back. His harsh breathing and my moans filled the silence.
The sensation of him so deep inside me drove me closer to the edge. His grunts and groans echoed my moans. He repeated the movement and a shudder rolled through me. His rough hands held me tightly. I could feel the brush of his body against every inch of me. My breasts against his hard chest. Our heartbeats thundering hard in sync.
His teeth nipped my jaw, then he kissed me hard. Rough.
He moved me up and down, hitting a spot deep inside me. The pressure built. He swallowed my moans. I shuddered against him with each brush of my clit against his pelvis. He rocked me, controlling the speed.
Coiled pleasure exploded through me. My insides clenched, strangling his cock. My breathing hitched.
“Fuck!” He let out a deep masculine groan, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He inhaled deeply, then bit my neck, marking me. My own pleasure sent tremors through my body and slowly dissipated as he shuddered in my arms, following me over the edge.
His forehead came to mine. Our breaths came out heavy and erratic. My gaze drowned in his.
“You okay?” he murmured softly. My fingers threaded through his hair, my senses overtaken by him. His hard body molded against mine. Or mine molded to his.
“Yes.”
His eyes were focused on me. A molten flame, sending lava through me. “Good, because we’ve just gotten started.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I missed you.”
Bu-bum. Bu-bum.I could feel his heart as if it was my own.
Emotions danced through me. And a startling realization sunk in.
I’d fallen in love with my husband.
TWENTY-TWO
KONSTANTIN
“I’m going to bed,” Tatiana yawned.
“No, you’re not,” I told her. “You’re mine all night. Seven nights to make up for.”
The hallway to our bedroom was empty and dark. Everyone dispersed once they learned I was home. Back to their positions. They shouldn’t have been swarming around my wife and sister anyhow.
She glanced at me over her shoulder. “You left for seven nights, not me. I’ve been satisfied, so now I’m going to sleep.” She swayed her hips as she walked, purposely giving me a perfect view of her ass. This was not the way she usually walked. Little temptress. “You can jerk off in the shower until you have your fill. Don’t forget the lube.”
The moment our bedroom door shut behind us, I smacked her ass. Her hair whipped through the air as she turned to glare at me.
“What the fuck?” she snapped, whirling around and putting her hand behind her.
