Page 41 of Claim Me
Another wave of sadness rushed through me and within seconds, his fingers were touching my face, soothing my nerves. “It’s alright,” he told me with such tenderness I believed him.
As a few tears fell, he raked his fingers through them, slowly pulling his fingers to his mouth. There was something so calming about his actions as he sucked on his fingers. Somehow, he pulled me from the dark moment, reminding me that I was very much alive.
“You’re safe with me.”
Was I really? Wasn’t he the man who’d been fearful he’d destroy me?
I gripped his arm, brushing my pinky back and forth in an aimless pattern. With our breathing labored, the slightest touch created even more heat between us. I shifted my hand, crawling my fingers down his chest.
His smile could light up a room.
When he straddled me, I slowly lifted my head, darting my eyes back and forth. For some reason, I expected to see disappointment, but there was nothing but an increased need, the tenseness of his muscles indicating he was no longer capable of controlling his desires. I planted both my palms on his chest, kneading his muscles as his scent surrounded me.
“Beautiful.”
For once, I felt beautiful.
I wanted to be covered with his scent so I could remember the moment,. A moment free from the real-life nightmare. As he shifted his legs between mine, I held my breath as I’d done so many times before, my pussy muscles clenching and releasing several times in anticipation.
He was so large, his cock fully engorged, and I was fearful that he’d rip me apart. There was something so special about the way he splayed out my hair on the pillow, sliding his fingers through my long strands, as if he wanted this moment to last as long as possible, just like I did. After trailing his fingers down my chest, he lifted a single leg, bending it at the knee then pressing his lips against the inside.
His expressions were so demonstrative and the way his eyes flashed drew me into a dark abyss within his soul. Yet I could see a moment of light. I’d read enough about him and his family to know they’d been accused of terrible acts. I understood he’d already killed someone to protect me.
Maybe there was no rhyme or reason, but the lengths he’d gone to protect me were thrilling.
There was such a connection between us, heated and intense, and as I slowly lowered one of my hands, finally wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, a smile crossed my face. His cock was throbbing, so large that I shuddered all over again just thinking about him sliding it deep inside.
He rose onto one arm, peering down at me with the same crazed look in his eyes that I felt.
“Are you certain you want this?” His question was heartfelt and if I had to guess, I’d say he’d never asked any other woman the same thing. Why me? Because he thought I was fragile or special?
At this point, it didn’t really matter.
I brushed my hand down to his cock, rolling my finger around his cockhead. “Does this answer your question?”
As I started to stroke him more fervently, the corners of his mouth were turned up, his eyes narrowing.
“You can be a bad girl.”
“Mmm… I guess so.”
He allowed me to explore, enjoying teasing him as he’d done with me, relishing the feel of his sex. But as our combinedhunger continued to grow, he took full control once again, removing my hand and shifting the tip to my swollen folds. I’d never been so wet, the ache unlike anything I’d felt before.
My pussy throbbed, the rush of heat in my core keeping me tingling all over. I’d never wanted anything or anyone as much as I did Kazimir.
When the tip was just inside, he placed his forearms on the bed on each side of me, lowering his head until our lips were almost touching. I rolled my hands down his sides, marveling in the feel of his hardness. He never blinked, never allowed his eyes to shift away from me for one second as he slowly pushed inside.
My pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion, the rush of heat turning into the most incredible roar of tingling sensations. Panting, I wrapped one leg around his, arching my back, hungering to feel all of him. My muscles stretched, screaming as he filled me completely. The ache was intense, powerful in a way that I couldn’t attach words to.
“So fucking hot. So tight.” His chest rose and fell as he threw his head back as if one last time contemplating what we were doing.
He hesitated, keeping the remaining inches from being driven into my core. I tilted my head, forcing our lips to touch. Then I said the words I’d been longing to say since he’d entered my life.
“Don’t stop. I want this. I need you. Just fuck me.”
The expression on his face was even more carnal than before. He brushed his lips back and forth across mine then did as I asked, thrusting the remainder inside, capturing my mouth to keep my cry exploding into his.
I scratched my nails down his arm, wrapping my fingers around his solid muscle as if I needed to hold on. He’d dropped everything to come at Charlie’s request. That much my brother had told me only moments before he’d died. That’s why I’d been so confused when he’d told me to trust no one. Now I realized he hadn’t been able to finish his statement.
