Page 58 of Paved in Fire

The scarred pad of his thumb runs down my neck, lighting my body on fire with a need that I feared had been killed. Matvey effortlessly sparks it back to life, reminding me who I belong to, who I’vealwaysbelonged to. I’m his, just like I have been from the moment I was born. There is no one else for me. There will never be anyone else for me, and nothing will ever change that.

My breath catches when he traces the swell of one breast before dragging his fingers over my nipple. That one touch is enough to pull a moan from my chest as my hips rock and I grow embarrassingly wet.

Giving my tongue one last suck, he pulls back with a groan. His usual raspy voice is even huskier when he says, “Look at the mirror. Watch yourself,malishka.”

Dazed on lust and need, I turn my upper body so I’m facing the mirror again. I barely recognize the wild-eyed woman staring back at me, hips rocking and chest heaving. My nipples strain painfully against the lace of my bra, and even in the dim light I can see the growing wet stain between my thighs.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growls, watching our reflection as he drags both hands up my body so he can cup my breasts. He gives them a soft squeeze while his eyes run over me, ravenous and dark.

“This body is mine.” Letting go of me just long enough for him to unclasp my bra, he tosses it aside and groans at the sight of my bare breasts before filling his hands again. “These tits are mine.”

“Yes,” I whimper when he gently pinches my nipples.

His mouth is near my ear, and when he gives my earlobe a soft suck, I throw my head back and moan his name. With a groan, he slides one hand down my stomach, splaying it out in a possessive grip before traveling lower. Hooking a finger under my panties, he starts to pull.

“Lift up for me, baby.”

With my hands on his thighs, I lift my ass so he can pull my panties off and toss them on the floor.

“Jesus,” he growls, grabbing my inner thighs with his hands so he can spread my legs even wider. “You see how beautiful you are?”

I’m completely splayed open, every part of myself revealed in the mirror. I feel on display and vulnerable and with that feeling comes the scent of sandalwood and a familiar voice in my ear.

Wider, pet. I want to see what I’m about to fuck.

Scarred hands dig into my flesh just enough to snap me out of the unwanted memory.

“Who am I,malishka?”

“Matvey,” I whisper, forcing myself to take a breath.

“Do you feel this?” He drags his scarred hands over my skin again. “Do you feel the scars? No one else feels like this. I’m the only one touching you. I’m the only man who will ever touch you.” His lips run along my neck. “It’s just you and me, Alina.”

I nod and grip his thighs tighter, needing to hold onto him. “It’s just you and me,” I repeat.

One tattooed hand slips between my legs. His fingers lightly drag along my slit, pulling a whimper from me while my eyes drift closed.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he gently reminds me, waiting until our eyes meet in the mirror again. “That’s my good girl.”

The words threaten to throw me back into the dark with Konstantin, but Matvey’s voice keeps me anchored to the here and now.

“I won’t give that fucker anything else. I’m not going to allow him to ruin what we have.” He cups my pussy, pressing against me hard enough to part my lips with his finger. “This is perfect, and it’s mine, and when I make you come and you soak my hand, it’s going to be beautiful.” His lips brush against my neck. “And you aremygood girl, Alina. You always have been, and you always will be. Nothing will ever change that.”

I nod my head, unable to form words when he starts to slowly slide his finger into me. Kissing a line along my neck, he bringshis other hand up to cup my breast. While he touches me, he keeps his dark eyes locked on mine in the mirror, a constant reminder that it’s just the two of us.

“You feel just as good as I remember, so tight and perfect.”

Every touch is a reminder of our past, a memory of all the times we’ve spent together and of everything we’ve shared. My history with Matvey runs deep, to my very core, to the heart of who I am, and it’s a place that Konstantin could never reach.

My breath hitches when he swipes the pad of his thumb over my clit while he gently squeezes my nipple. I rock my hips, making him groan. His teeth graze my neck, giving me soft nips that light every cell in my body on fire with a need that threatens to consume me.

“I remember everything about your body,” he whispers against my skin. “I remember what makes you squirm.” He circles his thumb around my clit, smiling when a shiver runs through me. “I remember what makes you crazy, Alina.”

He slides another finger into me, spreading me wide while his thumb rubs my clit and his other hand massages my breast. My mouth drops open on a whimper while my hips rock, my body desperate for more.

“And I know what makes you scream my name,” he growls, pushing me over the edge with his fingers. I scream his name as the orgasm hits me. His eyes turn feral in the mirror, drinking in the sight of me coming undone. My pussy grips his fingers while he licks and sucks on my neck, guiding me through the orgasm until I’m shaking and panting in his lap.

As soon as I start to come down, everything else starts to crash in on me. Shame hits me hard, stealing the joy I’d just felt, and before I even know what’s happening, tears are running down my cheeks.

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