Page 37 of Claim Me
Against the dangerous, cruel world.
There’d been so many things I’d wanted to say to him, so many accusations I’d thought of him in my mind and had been on thetip of my tongue. Now none of my rambling thoughts mattered. He picked me off the floor, holding me tightly as if fearful I’d be taken away.
When he finally lowered me back down, breaking the undeniable moment of intimacy, we both took gasping breaths.
“Marissa,” he said again, this time more forcefully.
“Don’t stop. Please. I need to feel something. Anything.”
As he tilted his head, the next bolts of lightning allowed me to catch the shimmer in his dark eyes, his jaw clenching as he struggled with the same addiction I was. Each other. “God, I want you.” His words were a brutal admittance and his body continued humming with energy.
His hot breath cascading across my face, he lifted my chin, dragging his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. I was intoxicated from the rush, unable to keep my eyes open. The filthy imagery continued and suddenly I was ripping at his shirt, longing to feel the touch of his skin.
When I managed to jerk the material free from his trousers, sliding my hands underneath, he lifted his head and allowed me to fully hear his deep, resonating growl. The tingles were more intense and I laughed even as a tear slipped past my lashes.
I could hear his raging hunger, not just feel it deep within my bones.
He bit my lower lip and pulled back, gently pushing me away. I was certain he was ready to shut me down. To shut down the explosive burn between us.
As he took a deep breath, the harsh reality of what we’d felt, what we were facing crashed into him. I could tell by the heavyrise and fall of his chest, the arc of electricity that refused to be denied. As he rolled his fingers down my arm, trailing his actions with his eyes, my lower lip quivered. When he raked the backs along the outside of my breast, I licked my lips.
“Moy prekrasnyy virtuoz, ya tebya pogublyu.”
“What did you say? Please tell me.”
“I said my beautiful virtuoso, I will ruin you.”
“That’s exactly what I want. Please.”
His entire body began to shake, but the change in his eyes was undeniable. He threw his arm over his shoulder, gripping the back of his bloody shirt. As he ripped it off, tossing it aside, I held my breath. He was even more magnificent than the fantasies I’d concocted. Every muscle was sculpted, his abdomen rippling perfection.
There was no pretense about what we were prepared to do. There could be no concept of forever in our future. Maybe he was determined to protect me, a promise made to my brother, but the rest was nothing but a blip in sanity. There would never be acceptance of what was considered forbidden, a taboo that would always encase us in pain and desire.
But there was this moment, this beautiful period where everything and everyone else vanished. Just us.
Lust.
Need.
Passion.
Everything about him screamed of dominance, a man who never allowed any opposition to interfere with decisions made. My protector and savior. But I wanted more and so did he.
How could I feel this way about a perfect stranger? Maybe because he’d shown me a portion of his heart. Now I wanted to experience the rest.
His chest continued to rise and fall as he cocked his head, his heated gaze burning a hole within me as he brushed his thumb back and forth across my nipple. I couldn’t stop shivering as I caressed his skin, still marveling in the feel of his muscles.
“You are so beautiful,” he stated, quickly lifting his head so I could read his lips.
A slow smile crossed his face as he slid his hand down my chest, taking his time exploring. The carnal look in his eyes kept me locked in the moment, barely able to breathe as electric vibrations danced from head to toe.
When he curled the hem of my dress in his fingers, I issued a scattered moan. He was so powerful in comparison and I’d only been with one man. As he crawled the dress up my thighs, the shaking only became worse. Just the way he was undressing me, every movement gentle and caring, I knew he was giving me space to refuse to go any further.
That wasn’t going to happen. I raised my arms over my head, giving him permission to take what he wanted.
He muttered more words that no longer mattered and when the dress was on the floor, he shook his head. “My fucking God.”
His expression changed, becoming even darker, completely primal as he cupped my breasts. I licked my lips nervouslyand rolled my hands to his shoulders. When he slipped an arm around my waist, dipping me by a few inches, a sharp cry escaped my lips. I was so nervous around him. Every nerve stood on end as he lowered his head, flicking the tip of his tongue across my aching nipple.
