Page 31 of Claimed in Sin
His hands claim my hips and he lets me deepen the kiss until we're backing down the hallway toward his bedroom. The door bumps open behind me and we stumble inside without breaking apart. My fingers slide under his shirt, pushing the fabric up so I can feel the warm skin of his stomach, which makes me whimper to feel more. He helps me tug it over his head, then reaches for mine. The cool air hits my bare arms as he peels it away carefully, like I’m some fragile object he doesn’t want to break.
We sink onto the bed together, and his mouth finds my neck, sucking and nipping at my skin as I tilt my head to give him more room. The fact that his touch alone can make me forget everything screams so loudly I almost start crying. This is the man of my dreams. He is the one I'm in love with, the one I want to be with. Only he can help me forget all my troubles.
“You taste good,” he murmurs against my pulse point as his stubble scratches at me. He's even gentle and tender with me, soft light touches across my breasts and down to my hips and back. Even when I don't tell him what's wrong, it's like he knows me enough to cater his sexual advances in a way they're comforting to me and not too rough.
"I want to help you feel better, baby."
I don’t answer with words. I just pull him closer, parting my legs so he can settle between them. His fingers work the button of my jeans open, then the zipper, and I lift my hips to help him slide them down along with my underwear. He kicks his own pants away and then it’s just skin on skin.
He kisses down my chest, lingering at the swell of my breasts. His tongue circles one nipple and I gasp, arching into the touch. “Stepan…” I whimper, still warring with myself. He's everything I want, so why do I feel so damn guilty for doing this again? This is my life. I should be allowed to make my own choices.
He crawls back up over me and hovers there, saying, “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” My hands frame his face and I kiss him again, deeper this time, tasting the faint salt on his lips.
His palm smooths over my stomach and lower, between my legs. He touches me gently, exploring, finding the places that makemy breath hitch. I rock against his hand, chasing the building pressure. When he slides a finger inside me I moan into his mouth so the moan is muffled and swallowed.
“Your walls are trembling,” he whispers, adding a second finger, sliding them in and out of me, teasing my entrance.
I can’t form full sentences. “Oh, God... yes, that..." I want to tell him so badly how I love him. How this whole thing is a nightmare and how I know we're supposed to be together. How can fate line us up to meet and then mock me so cruelly to keep him out of reach? But confessing my emotions to him won't change reality.
"I love you, Marina, so fucking much." Stepan's hand continues to work me until I'm pleading, whimpering into every kiss with both hands around his bicep squeezing it.
But when he pulls away and his lips start traveling down my body leaving wet marks, I groan and move my hands to his hair, tangling my fingers in it. His hands spread my thighs wide and he settles his face right there between them.
Then his tongue comes out dipping into my moisture and dragging up in one long stroke that makes my hips jerk hard off the bed. I tighten my fist in his hair to hold on as he licks again and again, tasting every inch of me with open hunger.
He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks drawing it in with pulls that send electric jolts straight through my core. My back arches and I gasp as he works me with his tongue circling and flicking without mercy.
“Step… oh, God, yes… right there."
He growls in response, pulling away to whisper, “I love how you taste.” Then he adds two fingers sliding in deep and pumping in time with his sucking. It's all I can do not to writhe around.
“Oh, my God, yes," I beg, hips rocking up against his mouth. “I’m so close already.”
Every lap of his tongue pushes me harder until my legs start shaking and I can barely breathe. Pleasure sucks me under as orgasm hits me. Waves of it roll through me leaving me trembling and moaning while he keeps licking me through every pulse until I’m spent and gasping. Then slowly pulls away, blowing lightly on my soaked folds and making me jolt that much more.
Finally, he rises up over me, eyes locked on mine ,and his mouth shiny with my release. I reach for him pulling him close and he kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
“I could eat you all night just to hear those pretty sounds," he says hastily, nestling between my thighs again. His dick is so hard it physically hurts when he grinds down on my sensitive clit, and I angle myself, trying to get him to penetrate me.
“More… I need more of you,” I whisper impatiently, clawing at his sides to show him how eager I am.
His hand grips my hip as he lines himself up and pushes inside in one long, deep thrust. I moan into his mouth at the stretch and the way he feels so right. We were made for each other. I know it in my heart, and it makes this moment seem all that much more intimate. I look up into his eyes as he starts thrusting, and he doesn't look away.
“Yes… just like that." I pull him down until his chest is pressed to mine. I can't see his eyes now, but the feeling of us being joinedso completely is going to make me cry. I don't want him to see me crying again.
“God, Rina, you’re so fucking perfect for me.” Stepan sinks his teeth into my shoulder as I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles to pull him even closer. Then he groans against my neck as he picks up the pace pounding harder and faster.
I lose myself in the rhythm, in the way he claims every inch of me like he never wants to stop. My mind blanks out completely filled only with him and the way he makes me feel wanted and loved in this stolen time. I know it can’t last forever but right now I let myself drown in it completely losing every worry in the heat of his body and the pulse of his dick, gliding in and out of me.
When he leans down, capturing my mouth in a kiss, my fingers slide up into his hair, holding him.
The pressure inside me builds even after the last release and I whimper against his lips, chasing the feeling only he can give me.
“I love you, Marina, so fucking much,” he groans into my mouth between pants. I almost let it slip too, but his lips cover mine and swallow the words, for which I'm thankful.
He breaks the kiss to bury his face in my neck, sucking at the skin there as his rhythm turns almost frantic. I feel him swell inside me, getting even harder, and I know he’s close but he holds on, thrusting through it all to bring me with him.
