Page 74 of Betrothed
Only he had other things in mind, needs that outweighed everything else.
I was dragged to my feet and off the shower floor, forced to straddle his legs while he wrapped one arm around my bottom. He was so big and so strong I was going nowhere.
His eyes were almost unrecognizable, completely black in the limited light. But his pupils were dilated from the extreme desire. I pushed his cock between my legs, panting as I did. “Please just fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
A slow and easy smile crossed his face and as soon as the tip was pushed past my swollen folds, he didn’t wait any longer before he impaled me with the full length. I was shocked at the vibrations skittering through me, pushing me straight into ecstasy.
There was no sound for a few seconds as he held me close. But when he shoved me against the shower wall, everything went into a frantic need that pushed us both past a breaking point.He fucked me long and hard, pulling almost all the way out and plunging into me again.
With every brutal thrust, I tossed my head back and forth, barely able to catch a deep breath.
He knew how to play me so well, slowing down just as he’d done before, only to pull out so I was forced to beg him once again.
“Don’t. Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” He allowed a smile to spread, and the water or beads of sweat sliding down his face only added to the sinful moment.
“Tease me.”
But I knew he would continue even as he drove his cock inside once again. I was pushed to a moment of being certain I’d lost it, but he slowed the rhythm while shoving me against the wall not once but three times. I couldn’t believe how amazing he felt being so deep inside.
I locked my feet together, squeezing my pussy muscles as I did. As I bucked against him, he kept his eyes locked on mine. There was something about being so close and being in tight confines that made the moment a little crazier. Maybe that’s exactly what we both preferred. Unhinged and unbridled.
He spun us both around, pushing me directly under the water. I laughed, lifting my head so my face could be splashed. Not that it could cool me down. Nothing would at this point.
In the next few minutes, we stared at each other, our bodies moving together as one, rocking in a way that kept the pleasure climbing.
In feeling close to him, I was frozen in time, knowing that at any moment the strange and wonderful bubble we’d placed ourselves in could be shot down. And maybe it should. I’d told myself I would never dare try to be close to anyone again. I knew what would happen. But here I was, enjoying not only the moment but the man.
He was funny and charming, demanding and arrogant.
And so very passionate that I could almost forget who and what he was.
A killer.
Although if the story he’d told me was true, could I blame him for hunting down the people involved? The answer was far too easy.
No, I could not.
Still panting, we rocked together as the steam continued to rise. Never blinking. Never turning away. Studying each other as the bubble floated around us, protecting us.
But for how long?
In hunting this Ghost, somehow, I’d been placed in the middle. Whether by chance or by an act of deceit, I would hold firm to the fact someone or some divine intervention had wanted us to meet. Why? Was our makeup the same, two people with both an understanding of and a penchant for violent control?
I clung to his shoulders, avoiding the injury, my knees pressed firmly against his thighs. Yes, the connection we shared was incredibly strong, the silent desperation for more leaving us both breathless. What was it about being lost in the moment and deep within him that was so appealing?
All decent questions with no access to answers. So I simply enjoyed the moment.
My muscles stretched as the ultimate in pleasure continued to unfold until the ache deep within my core became too much. I pressed the back of my head against the shower wall, allowing the water to cascade down my face as the explosion of electricity claimed every inch.
As the climax rushed through me, I offered a silent cry, one that I knew he felt in the intense vibrations shared between us. Kirill refused to stop, thrusting with enough force the wind was knocked out of me. So hard. So thick.
So incredible.
“Oh…” My moan was strangled, my vision completely cloudy and I’d never felt such beautiful satisfaction in my life. Seconds passed. Then minutes. Until finally, he could hold back no longer.
With his body jerking involuntarily, he allowed himself the same moment of relief as he filled me with his seed.
