Page 86 of The Russian Pakhan's Forced Bride
“Even while we’re both exhausted?”
He chuckles at this, kissing along my shoulder before slowly parting my thighs, drawing out the anticipation. “Especially then.”
I smile into the pillow, focusing on his every touch while my eyes stay closed.
“I love you…”
Without needing to think about it, Roman presses his lips against my cheek. “I love you too…and I’m going to show you just how much…”
Another excited spark runs down my back, following his touch, while Roman drops his fingers beneath the apex of my thighs, just barely tracing over me.
My breath hitches at the subtle contact, swallowing hard as my body instinctively reacts.
After all of his light teasing and touching so far, I’m more than ready for him, but I know he isn’t done just yet.
“For the time being, you’re completely mine…and neither of us is going anywhere.”
The promise behind it only intensifies as he adds more pressure, gliding his finger through my heat.
I feel the low sound of satisfaction that moves through him and into my back the moment he feels just how much I want him already, and a breathless moan slips from my lips.
“I’ll never get tired of this,” he murmurs, kissing down my back while he continues gently rubbing against me.
Every circle and stroke of his fingers pulls more of those soft sounds from me and pushes me closer to a state of absolute need.
And by the time he leans in, spreading me open farther, the breath catches in my throat at the first swipe of his tongue against my core.
My jaw goes slack while he works at my opening, using his fingers to agonizingly slowly roll against my clit. Another shiver ripples through me, and I hum, wanting and needing more.
Roman groans against me, kissing my sensitive flesh. “You’re always so perfect for me…”
Every word he manages to get out in between those sinful ministrations only eggs me on further, making me grip the sheets alongside the way he pours so much attention into pleasuring me.
As my moans start to pick up, and I can’t help but move my hips against him, his sounds become even more guttural, and his pace quickens, lapping against me like he truly can’t get enough.
The pressure builds within me, but even more so, my impatience reaches its peak.
“Roman…please,” I utter, shifting subtly beneath his touch.
He hums. “What do you need?”
“More…”
Already well aware and surely feeling it himself, Roman moves up my body again, leaving more urgent, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. He settles over top of me, gently propping one thigh up despite his desire taking over.
“I won’t make either of us wait then,” he says, voice gravely from holding back.
My eyes flutter at the feeling of him rubbing against me from behind, stimulating so many nerve endings at once. I grip the pillow, bracing myself for those usual sensations I’ve come to depend on.
To my absolute relief, a quiet gasp gets caught in my throat as he pushes inside me, and then gently presses forward.
Every inch sends me spiraling further and further into that place of mind-numbing bliss, and I can’t hold back a single moan. My jaw drops, and a deep shudder tears through me.
Roman curses under his breath as he sinks in, gripping my hip and thigh tighter while we both sit in that moment, further heightening every second of being one. His body surrounds me completely, feeling both comforting and enticing all at the same time.
Nothing in the world can bring me that level of fulfillment…or that kind of carnal lust.
He always had a way of bringing that near desperation out in me, and no part of me is prepared to complain.
