Page 61 of The Russian Pakhan's Forced Bride
With every inch of skin he reveals, Roman’s attention becomes more rapt, his touch more reverent.
As much as I want to believe my earlier teasing was forced, and I don’t reciprocate that need, I know damn well that isn’t true.
I’ve been trying so hard to fight my attraction to him due to everything he’s done, but I know it’s a losing game.
He’s too gorgeous to ignore…too scandalously dangerous to get over.
“Never in my life have I ever had anyone do that to me,” Roman murmurs while trailing down my neck, roving over my chest while his hands brush against my ribs. His lips find my breast, and he rolls his tongue over my nipple, making me shiver. He hums. “Never has anyone made me as speechless as you did…”
Something about that admittance brings me another rush of satisfaction, and my fingers move to his hair while he kisses over my stomach. The soft dress rustles as it’s pulled away, set aside, and immediately forgotten about.
“Maybe it was about time someone put you in your place,” I murmur, feeling every sensation rippling through my body while his hands glide along my thigh, squeezing in that possessive way.
“Perhaps…” Roman says, breath ghosting over my hip while his fingers slip beneath the elastic in my panties to pull them down next. “But I know exactly the place I want to be right now.”
As my breathing grows heavier, I half expect him to dive right in, but instead, my breath catches as he grips my thighs and pulls me closer.
With near-expert precision, Roman maneuvers us so that he’s on his back while he guides me to straddle his chest. From beneath me, his eyes fill with absolute hunger.
My pulse quickens as I grip the back of the sofa, somewhat stunned by the sudden change. “Roman…”
His lips pull, apparently amused by my fluster, and then he yanks me even closer until his words fan against my core. “Relax. Let me take care of you.”
Despite myself, my cheeks warm, and I brace myself. I feel oddly exposed above him, but I don’t argue as he draws me close enough to run his tongue through my heat.
My hips twitch involuntarily at the contact, and my breath hitches before ebbing into a soft moan. While this isn’t entirely new, the angle and positioning make it feel completely different…more heightened.
“Jesus Christ, Roman—”
At my weakened words, Roman chuckles while he kisses my inner thighs before lightly squeezing them. He lets a hand glide up my back. “I told you…just trust me. And don’t hold back.”
Initial hesitation aside, I swallow hard and watch as he leans in again, letting his tongue and lips work in tandem against me. He doesn’t let up, especially not while I squirm from the influx of addicting sensations.
Everything in me melts, and with the heat building, there’s no use in holding back my appeased sounds.
Roman growls against me in response, tightening his hold on my thighs while he commits himself to delving in, not at all shy about the way he consumes me.
Every warm stroke of his tongue and the resulting sparks have me arching and instinctively moving my core closer, seeking even more of the delicious feelings. I can’t stop myself from rotating my hips and building a sinful rhythm. To this, he hums, almost like he’s starving and can’t get enough.
Roman’s dark lashes sit heavily above his cheeks while he moans into me, feasting like it’s his last chance.
Despite trying to hold on, I can’t take it as my thighs begin to shake. Tossing my head back, I feel as he reaches up and paws at my chest.
Everything happening at once heightens the experience, and before long, I border on my first orgasm of the night.
Bringing a thumb down to trace along my clit, Roman doubles his efforts, sending blinding sparks through my entire system.
With stars behind my eyes, I writhe. One hand grips the couch while the other threads through his hair, guiding him and urging him on.
Thighs caged around his head, they tremble with the mounting pressure inside me, and with a breathless moan, I come undone.
Another satisfied sound escapes him while he guides me through it, savoring every second. His grip on me loosens by a touch, as if aware of my sensitive state, and he leaves soft kisses around my thighs.
Panting quietly, I try to catch my breath. But the moment I glance down at him, I know I’ve made a mistake.
His eyes are dark and stormy, and a veil of insatiable desire is cloaking them, almost like he’s holding on by a thread. At once, that need kicks up in me again, and I know I’m far from done.
We pause like that for a moment while we stare at one another…almost like we’re taunting the other to move.
