Page 50 of Betrothed
Again and again he pounded into me, rocking the bed while I struggled to meet every brutal thrust. There was no telling how long he continued the rhythm, building a momentum that kept me enraptured.
When he leaned over, allowing me to feel the full weight of his body, a deep breath escaped my lungs. He wrapped his arms around me, cupping both breasts while still thrusting long and hard.
I was blindsided by the increasing need, no longer the woman from before. I was one so lost in the moment that I barely recognized my own voice as I begged for more.
“Fuck me, Kirill. I need more. Please. More.”
His hot breath sliding across my neck twisted my insides, his deep chuckle before biting my ear more intimate, even more sinful than what we were doing. Fucking. Like wild animals.
As if we didn’t have a care in the world.
Still breathless, I pounded one fist on the bed while he gave me exactly what I needed.
Hard, insane fucking.
The pain of having my ass brutally fucked was everything I needed.
Just to feel alive.
Only this man had known instinctively what I required.
To be taken.
To be used.
To feel alive again.
When he reached under me, sliding his fingers across my clit, I couldn’t hold back a scream any longer. I bucked wildly, no longer capable of controlling myself. He was as excited as I’d become, his body molding perfectly against mine.
We were hot together, our bodies sizzling, his sweat combining with mine.
His fingers worked magic, pinching my nipple, twisting until the pain was blinding. The other hand creating such bliss that I was caught off guard, my voice no longer audible. The combination was euphoric, a drug I couldn’t get enough of.
Panting, my entire body writhed as he continued his full domination of a woman who’d never wanted something so forbidden before. Every sound he made, every growl coming from deep within his chest added to the moment. We were both crazed, rocking hard and fast, no longer capable of seeing right from wrong.
Or the filthy sin that would drag us to hell.
There was only this moment.
And the two of us.
As soon as he pinched my clit with his fingers, I screamed again, laughing almost immediately as I realized my neighbors were getting a morning musical, something that had never happened in this apartment.
The loopy smile remained as Kirill played my body like an instrument, knowing when to speed up and slow down. Breathless and aching, I no longer had any control over my body.
Oh, God.
As an orgasm swept through me, pulling me into a swirling motion where no light or sound existed, I reveled in being so lost. So helpless.
So pleasured.
I’d barely recovered when he yanked us both up to our knees, grinding into me as he held one hip with his fingers digging in,still tormenting my pussy. I threw my arm back, managing to curl my fingers in his thick strands of hair as I leaned my full weight against him. The heat was even more explosive, the scent of our combined yearning intense.
We rocked together, harder. Faster. The need increasing. The desire never waning.
Panting. Groaning.
His fingers were exploring, flexing open until I was biting back one scream after another.
