Page 17 of Crimson Curse
“You didn’t,” I cry out, my body arching into his. “I’m here. I’m not leaving.”
Our mouths collide again, frantic and messy, tongues tangling as he drives into me with relentless force. His hands pin me against the desk as he hoists my legs over his shoulders, plunging deeper, pounding at a frenzied pace that steals my breath. Heleans forward, his mouth closing over my breast, sucking hard as he fucks me without mercy.
“Don’t stop!” I scream, my nails raking down his chest.
He growls low, pumping harder, faster, his body shaking with effort. Then his hands slide beneath me, cupping my ass, and lifting me clean off the desk. He doesn’t let go for a second, doesn’t even pull out. With raw strength, he carries me, lowering himself onto his back, his cock still buried deep as he settles me astride him.
I scramble to balance myself, my palms braced on his chest as I sink down with a desperate cry, taking him deep inside me. His hands sweep up my back, strong and sure, before locking around me, crushing me down against him until my breasts press flat to his chest. Our mouths collide again, messy and fevered, his tongue tangling with mine as if he can’t get enough.
“I’m yours,” he growls against my lips, his hips driving up into me with savage precision. His eyes blaze into mine, daring me to deny him. “Take me any way you want.”
I lean back, arching my spine as I ride him hard, bouncing in a frantic rhythm that makes my cries echo off the walls. He reaches up, cupping my breasts, kneading them roughly, his thumbs flicking over my nipples until sparks of pleasure ripple through me. Each time I drop onto him, my inner walls clench around his cock, milking him, dragging another groan from his chest.
“I need more,” I beg, my voice raw, broken. “I need you deeper.”
With a low curse, Daniil clamps his hands around my hips, holding me still as he thrusts upward brutally. My knees spreadwider, opening myself completely for him, and the angle drives him impossibly deep.
“Yes…yes, just like that,” I whimper, my head tipping back.
I slam down in time with his thrusts, forcing him so deep it feels like he’s splitting me apart. The pressure is exquisite and addictive. I never want it to stop. He sits upright suddenly, one arm banded tight around my waist while the other tangles in my hair, yanking my head back to bare my throat. His mouth seizes the tender skin there, kissing, biting, and worshiping as he pounds into me with merciless rhythm.
His groans vibrate against my neck, low and guttural, until I’m trembling from the sheer intensity. Then he adjusts again, lifting me with effortless strength and turning me, pressing my back flat against the desk without ever slipping free. I gasp, wrapping my ankles around his waist as he drives into me, each thrust powerful, relentless, rocking me against the desk.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, his voice shredded with need.
I clutch at him, nails digging into his shoulders, my body bowing beneath the onslaught. I can feel his cock swelling inside me, every stroke harder, thicker, his control unraveling as he slams deeper and deeper. The burn of it tells me he’s on the edge, his climax building with mine, an inferno about to break.
His pace grows savage, his hips piston into me with unrelenting force, each thrust driving me higher, and closer, until every nerve in my body feels like it’s going to snap. My cries spill into the air, sharp and desperate, matching the guttural groans tearing from his throat.
“Daniil—” I scream, my voice breaking as the tension inside me coils impossibly tight.
“Come for me,” he orders, his voice low, dark, and wrecked. His hand slides between us, his thumb circling my clit pushing me over the edge.
I shatter. Pleasure rips through me, violent and consuming, my body clamping down around him as my climax floods me. My scream echoes in the room, raw and breathless, and I can feel him unraveling with me.
His thrusts turn frantic, almost brutal, until he slams deep one last time and roars my name, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed inside me. The sound of him broken and guttural sends another wave of ecstasy rolling through me. I cling to him, my nails biting into his skin, and my body convulsing as his release crashes through us both.
For a long moment, we stay like that, trembling, breathless, and still fused together. His forehead drops to mine, sweat slick between us, our hearts pounding in the same frantic rhythm.
Slowly, his thrusts soften, not pulling out, just rocking gently, as if he can’t stand the thought of letting me go. His lips graze mine, softer now, trembling with the remnants of everything we’ve just poured into each other.
“You undo me,” he whispers hoarsely, his thumb brushing over my jaw. The words sound like a confession he’s never given before.
We stay like that, trembling and gasping with his cock still pulsing inside me. He doesn’t pull out. He holds me against him, his forehead pressed to mine.
Minutes pass. Neither of us move. He cups my face, his thumb stroking softly, a gentleness at odds with the way he just tore me apart. No words. Just this. Our bodies tangled, our hearts stillracing, and the silence thick with everything we feel but cannot say.
When he finally lifts me from the desk, he carries me upstairs. The hallway is quiet, the estate empty as if the house knows to give us this moment.
He lays me on the bed and climbs in beside me.
Later, when I stir, I feel his fingers tracing circles along my hip.
“You deserve better than this world,” he says quietly.
“Maybe,” I murmur, my eyes still closed. “But I want you.”
He’s silent for a beat, then he pulls me closer. “I love you, Naomi,” he whispers.
