Page 91 of Marked (Russian Sinners 1)

I felt his hand move between my legs, fingers pushing beneath my panties. The moment his finger pushed inside, I gasped into his mouth.

“You're wet,” he murmured against my mouth.

“It seems to be my body’s reaction each time you touch me,” I responded in a breathless voice. “Still looking for a cure,” I tried to tease but I was turned on by his finger sliding in and out of me.

“I’m your cure.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, you are. Now don’t stop, please.”

He scorched me with his mouth, kissing me senseless. His other hand trailed up my dress, a gasp leaving my lips when I felt his hand trace over my breast. Sensations flowed through my body with each kiss, each thrust of his finger. My fingers tangled in his hair holding on for the ride of my life with this amazing man.

He stood up, lifting me with him, never breaking the kiss. He walked me towards the back of the cabin, the door slamming behind us. My legs wrapped around him, we acted like two desperate lovers that haven’t seen each other in months. He pulled away from me, glancing around and walked over to the large desk, clearing it all off in one swift move.

He pulled the dress over my head, and pushed the panties down my legs. I throbbed with a need that only he could satisfy.

I met his smoldering gaze, burning with desire. “Now, I’ll make you pay for teasing me, milaya.”

Okay, maybe I taunted him a bit too much while we had guests and it backfired. But damn if it didn’t feel good.

“Yes, make me pay.”

He turned me over and bent me over the desk. The cold surface of the desk pressed against my breast.

Smack.

“Ouch,” I exhaled. My butt cheek stung from his palm, immediately replaced with burning as he rubbed the spot. Pain and pleasure mixed, in the most unusual, erotic way. And to my shock, evidence of arousal dripped down my tights.

His finger lapped at it, and I gazed over my shoulder just in time to watch him put his finger into his mouth and lick it like it was the most delicious dessert.

Fuck, this man was pure sex. I was going to orgasm just from watching him do that.

Then again.Smack.

This time, a loud moan escaped my lips and my butt pushed harder against him.

“Again,” I begged in a moan. “Do it harder.”

There was surprise on his face, although he couldn’t have been more surprised than me. So he indulged me. His palm met my ass cheek again hard, and then I felt his lips on my sting. A light kiss and then his tongue licking the sting away as my legs shook in anticipation.

He flipped me around again and sat me roughly on the desk. The coolness of the desk against my burning butt cheeks felt amazing.

“I’m going to tie you up one day soon, and spank you harder,” he groaned and more wetness pooled between my legs.

“Yes,” my voice came out begging, breathless. His belt jingled, then unzipped his fly and I was surprised to see he had no boxers underneath. Damn, that was hot too.

Pushing my knees apart, he drove into me hard while my fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on for the ride. He slammed into me again and again; his mouth on my nipples mercilessly pushing me into oblivion.

“Oh my God,” I panted mindlessly, my body reaching new highs. Every time this man took me, it was better and more amazing.

His fingers dug into my hips as he plowed into my pussy hard, hitting all the right spots. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“Look at me, milaya,” he grunted and I obeyed barely peeling my heavy eyelids open. One more thrust and pleasure burst through my body; my orgasm taking Dimitry over the edge with me.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me with tenderness; my forehead on his shoulder. There was no sound in the room except for our heavy breathing.

“You are definitely my cure, Morskoy,” I mumbled breathlessly and his chest rumbled with his laugh but I was too exhausted to even lift my head.

“I better be your cure for the rest of our lives,” his voice was deep, reaching all the deepest desires and dreams within me. “Because you certainly are my cure.”

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