Page 55 of Crimson Sin
“You think I don’t see your strength?” I say darkly, every word punctuated by the rhythm of my hand sliding down her body. “You stood in front of Viktor and didn’t cower. You face me without fear. You think I don’t crave that fire? That I don’t want to break it and burn in it at the same time?”
Her moan answers me before her lips do. “Daniil…”
I sink to my knees, my mouth finding her through the thin lace between her thighs. She cries out, her back arching as I rip off her panties. Spreading her thighs, I breathe in her intoxicating scent. One lick across her slick folds and she’s already trembling.
She digs her fingers into my hair, demanding more. I devour her, my tongue parting her folds, tasting her sweetness. She writhes against the door, but I pin her hips down. I torture her clit with sharp strokes before sucking it between my lips. Her back arches away from the door with a cry that makes my cock throb.
I keep sucking her clit, drinking in the sounds she makes. Thrusting two fingers into her tight pussy, I set a merciless rhythm pumping as I feast on her clit. I can feel her inner walls fluttering, but I won’t let her come yet. Her thighs wrap aroundmy head, pushing me harder against her. I drag her to the edge and hold her there, forcing her to beg.
“Please,” she gasps, her voice ragged. “Please, Daniil, don’t stop?—”
I lift my head just enough to look at her, my mouth glistening with proof of her need. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
Her chest heaves, her eyes burning into mine. “I’m yours.”
The words rip through me, primal and possessive. I bury my mouth back against her, relentless, until her scream tears the air and her body shakes against me. I don’t let go until she collapses, trembling, whispering my name.
I scoop her into my arms and throw her onto the bed. Her hair fans across the pillows, her lips swollen, and her body flushed. She looks like sin and salvation, and I want every inch of her.
I strip out of my clothes with no patience left. Her eyes track me, wide but hungry, and when I crawl over her, she spreads her legs without hesitation. Her hand grips my cock, her thumb swiping across the tip. I groan as she strokes me, caging her with my arms.
She guides me to her entrance, pushing the tip between her folds. “Fuck me, Daniil,” she commands, her eyes burning into mine.
Pressing her into the sheets, I take her with one hard thrust that makes her cry out. My hand clamps tight around her throat to remind her she belongs to me. She clutches at my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin.
“Daniil,” she moans, her voice breaking, her body gripping mine so tight it’s almost unbearable.
She matches my rhythm, her nails raking down my back as I pound into her. Sweat makes us slide together, her moans and cries mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. I drive into her again and again, her moans growing louder with every thrust. My lips claim hers, my tongue, my teeth, until she’s whimpering against my mouth.
“You’re not Sasha,” I groan into her ear. “You’re not anyone but Naomi. And I’ll destroy the whole fucking world before I lose you.”
Locking her legs around my waist, she demands more. I give her exactly what she wants, ramming into her until the bed groans in protest. I capture a bouncing breast with my mouth, biting down on her nipple.
“Yes!” she screams, her pussy clenching around my cock. I work her clit with my thumb, taking her hard and fast. She meets me thrust for thrust, her nails scoring my back and her legs locked around me like she’ll never let go. Her body convulses, her climax ripping through her.
I flip her over and pull her onto all fours, pressing my finger into her ass. She lets out a surprised gasp but doesn’t try to pull away.
“You like this,kiska,” I breathe, working a second finger inside her ass, scissoring them and stretching her enough to add a third finger.
She pushes back into every thrust. “Yes…yes…I’m so close…” she whimpers.
Pulling my fingers out, I swiftly replace them with my cock, pushing deep into her ass. She squirms and grips the sheets, lifting her ass higher as I push her head down. I give her assa sharp slap, sinking into her until my balls smack against her creamy skin.
“So tight,” I moan, gritting my teeth together.
She feels so fucking good, her ass strangling my cock with every thrust. Each sound she makes, each breathless moan and broken gasp, pushes me closer to the edge, unraveling the control I’m fighting to hold onto. I tear myself away from her only long enough to flip her beneath me, needing to see her face, her eyes, her everything. I want her to look at me when I fill her with my come.
I slam my throbbing cock into her pussy over and over. Every thrust is hard and demanding, each one a vow that she is mine. Naomi grips the sheets, groaning and begging for more. Her pussy pulses and contracts with each thrust, bathing my cock in a rush of cream.
Feeling my release creeping up, I pinch her nipple, teasing and tormenting her until her cry fills the room. Her release tears through her, her body convulsing around me, dragging me under with her. With a guttural roar, I pump one last time, claiming her the only way I can. The world narrows to the heat of her body, the wild rhythm of our hearts, and the overwhelming certainty that she is the only thing that can ever bring me to my knees.
We lay together in the sheets, her breath warm against my chest, her fingers tracing the scar on my abdomen. For the first time in years, I feel something like peace. Not because the war is over and Viktor is defeated. But because Naomi is here, in my arms, and for one night, I don’t have to bepakhan. I just have to be hers.
20
NAOMI
I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, the faint light spilling beneath the bedroom door stretching thin across the floor. Daniil woke up over an hour ago, gave me a quick kiss, and said he had business to attend to. His presence lingers in every corner, in the burn of his touch still etched on my skin.
