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No, he hadn’t. At least he was honest. With a smile still on his face, he took his time finishing undressing. All the while I kept my head over my shoulder, marveling at the colorful ink covering parts of his body. The art added to his masculinity, creating a canvas of control and passion while teasing danger.
Nothing could be a more powerful or electric aphrodisiac.
When he was completely naked, he tossed his clothes aside and tormented me for a few seconds longer, rubbing his hands down his chest, wrapping his fingers around his shaft and stroking as he half closed his eyes.
The sounds he was making were driving me crazy. Completely animalistic. The man was a beast and I was his prey. And right now? I had no intention of running.
When he finally returned to the bed, he brushed his fingertips down my side to one leg, pulling it farther away from the other. Everything about his actions was carnal, the look on his face screaming of his need to control me.
So he did.
With one grip on my hip, he pressed the tip of his cock against my wetness, thrusting the entire length inside. I threw my head back, panting as my muscles stretched, trying desperately to accept his wide, thick girth. Was it possible he’d grown even larger? Yes, oh, my goodness, yes.
Every muscle tingled, spasming as if charged by another wave of electricity. He planted his hands on either side of me, crowding his huge body against mine. There was something incredible about having his weight pressed against me.
Right where he belonged.
He pulled out, holding just the tip inside while my muscles continued to constrict before driving into me again.
And again.
The brooding Russian took his time, which completely drove me crazy, pumping in and out. Finally, he developed a sweet rhythm and the sound of his massive body driving into mine floated into the room. There was a symphony of sounds, as if we were beasts mating in the wild.
I let myself go, swinging my head from side to side, meeting every brutal thrust. But it wasn’t enough. He pulled back, now gripping both hips. His body was tense, his jaw clenched as he fucked me.
His actions became even more savage, the force pushing me forward, the muscles in my arms barely strong enough to keep me from being pitched against the bed. But I continued to meet every thrust until our actions were both wild, crazed with need. The desire was spinning out of control.
Panting.
Moaning.
Writhing.
Perspiration tickled my skin while sweat from his face slowly fell against my back. He refused to stop, pushing me harder, driving me to the point of sheer bliss.
The orgasm jetted into me, my muscles spasming out of control.
“Yes. Yes. Oh, God.” I did my best to keep from screaming, biting my lip as another batch of stars floated in front of my eyes. This was crazy and wonderful, exhilarating in a way I’d only experienced with one man.
Him.
The man I’d tried to hate.
Dangerous and provocative.
Powerful and ruthless.
The one man who’d awakened the woman inside.
My lover.
My hero.
And the man I was falling for.
CHAPTER 25
Alexsey
