Page 77 of Dark Desires
“It was to see you.”
“Well, you’re seeing me. Now what?”
“Now… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t.” I rub myself against his stiff dick through his jean. God, I want it.
“Lucky for you,Ido.”
He leans in, and when his lips finally meet mine, it’s like the world stops. The kiss is electric, deep, and demanding. I melt, my fingers tangling in his hair. All I know is I don’t want it to stop.
But then it does. He takes his lips from mine, and I want them back right away.
“Come,Devotchka.”
Every step we take toward his bedroom is crackling like a live wire. Alexei’s hand is on the small of my back, guiding me, his touch firm and steady. As soon as the door shuts behind us, his lips are on mine again, softer this time but no less urgent.
He pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the side. His eyes sweep over me, and I feel both exposed and worshiped under his gaze. Then his focus drops, his fingers brushing the slight curve of my belly.
“You’re showing,” he says. His hand lingers there, warm and reverent. “You look beautiful.”
I blink, caught off guard. “I didn’t think you noticed.”
“How could I not? You’re carrying my child.” A strangely warm smile forms on his lips. Is he warming up to the thought of being a dad?
It’s strange to imagine this hardened killer becoming so soft at the idea of being a father. In those moments, I see a tenderness in him I hadn’t expected.
The dangerous, controlled man I know seems to melt away. And I like it.
He slips the straps of my bra down my shoulders and lets it fall, his hands moving to my waist, pulling me closer. My fingers fumble with his shirt buttons, pushing the fabric off his broad shoulders, revealing the ink that winds across his skin.
By the time we’re on the bed, I’m breathless, every nerve in my body singing from his touch.
His hands skim over my bare skin, his fingers mapping me like he’s committing every curve, every freckle, every inch of me to memory. He cups my breasts, squeezing them just enough to make me moan, and make my nipples go hard.
His lips follow the path of his hands, brushing against my shoulder, the dip of my collarbone, the sensitive spot just below my ear. My fingers curl into his shoulders, anchoring myself as he moves lower, his mouth trailing down my torso.
His mouth finds one nipple, then the other. My back arches as I run my fingers through his thick, dark hair, my gaze focused on the flicks of his tongue against my nipples.
When his hand slides between my thighs, I can’t hold back the sharp gasp that escapes me. His touch is skilled, confident, his fingertips parting my lips, teasing my clit.
“Oh, wow,” I say. “Don’t… don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. His lips find my neck as he keeps touching me. He makes slow circles around my clit, one of his fingers slipping into my slick folds, the presence of him inside just what I needed.
My body reacts instinctively, arching toward him, desperate for more. His fingers move in a rhythm that has me spiraling, my breathing ragged as he coaxes me closer and closer to the edge.
“Alexei.” The orgasm draws closer and closer, my hips bucking into his hand. It feelssogood.
“I’ve got you.” His voice is low and deep, his breath warm against my skin.
His eyes flick up to meet mine, intense and unwavering, grounding me in the moment even as my body tightens and coils.
The tension builds, white-hot and consuming, until it finally snaps. My back bows, my breath catching in my throat as the pleasure crashes over me in waves, leaving me trembling beneath him. He doesn’t rush, his touch staying steady and deliberate, drawing every last bit of sensation out of me until I’m completely undone.
“God, you’re so sexy when you come.”
