Page 24 of Silken Chains
And…that’s just his fingers doing the work.
I’m dizzy with wanting more.
Every cell in me craves him. I watch him as he stands proudly over me, the room’s dim light casting him in an almost holy glow.
He peels his shirt away; spectacular muscles roll across a broad chest and shoulders that look chiseled from stone. Runic symbols twist about his biceps like serpents caught in an eternal battle.
“Holy shit,” I mutter under my breath, feeling completely entranced by his body.
“You like what you see?” he teases, and I can’t even snap at him because, holy hell, he’s a walking, talking piece of art.
“I hate to admit it, but yes.” I roll my eyes playfully, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
“Good. Because I plan on making you crave more, krasivyy.” His hand cups my cheek, and his thumb strokes my lips teasingly.
I grab a fistful of his hair and pull him down for a kiss that is filled with heat and need. It’s like we’re both starving for each other’s touch.
When we finally break apart, panting and dizzy, a sense of familiarity washes over me. It’s as if this is what I’ve been missing all along.
“I… I don’t usually do this kind of thing,” I blurt out, feeling the need to justify myself somehow.
“Well, lucky for you, you do now,” he whispers huskily before slipping two fingers into my mouth, and I eagerly suck on them.
In that moment, there’s no need for words. Our eyes are locked, and we both understand exactly what we want from each other.
Fuck it. I deserve this. And he deserves to be repaid in the same way.
I smile, feeling a surge of pleasure as his fingers move deeper into my mouth.
Yes. I definitely do.
I want to get even.
Fuck it.
My mind is a tempestuous tornado of pent-up rage fueled by the searing pain and ruthless betrayal inflicted by my deserting husband. Or perhaps it was the intoxicating whiskey shots igniting a burning hunger to break free. And then he appears, a magnetic stranger with a tempting offer to leave it all behind… and I am helpless against his seductive charm.
“Hmm…” Victor unleashes a guttural growl, his eyes wild with primal desire as I hungrily suck and lick his fingers, my mouth watering with anticipation.
I look at him with longing, knowing what’s to come. He pulls his fingers from my mouth and plunges them into me without a moment’s hesitation. A gasp escapes my lips as pleasure courses through me like an electric shock. Arching my back, I moan in response to his touch.
“Oh… yes,” I moan against his lips as he kisses me again. His fingers continue their dance inside my wet pussy. Driving me wild with desire.
“That’s it, kiska,” he whispers huskily in my ear. Suddenly, he moves lower, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of my body as he hungrily yanks off my bra.
His eyes fixate on my exposed breasts, filled with unbridled lust. “I can’t get enough of your tits,” he groans before grabbing one roughly.
“Uhhhh… Yes.” A surge of pleasure washes over me, and I writhe beneath him, unable to contain the sounds of ecstasy escaping my lips.
I’m stunned, crazy horny, and buzzed.
“God, yes,” I moan, thrusting against his fingers as he hungrily suckles at my neck. “Harder!”
He grins wickedly and digs his nails into my sensitive nipple, twisting it until I cry out in ecstasy. My thighs tremble with need as he expertly works me over.
“You like that?” he taunts, his voice dripping with lust.
“Yes, yes. Fuck, I’m so close.” And I am drenched and desperate for him to take me completely.
