Page 39 of Married with Blood
Speaking felt like a waste of energy.
Thinking straight wasn’t an option.
Humping his hand as we frantically stripped from our clothes, I hoped to make this last.
Because it couldn’t. It wasn’t supposed to.
Sooner or later, Iwouldcome to my senses and remember this was an arrangement and nothing more.
But right now, it felt too raw and gritty, too good and sensual, to stop.
He dropped lower, going to his knees as I stood there slumping against the door without him pinning me in place with his chest. “I didn’t know what to expect by having to take a wife now.” His throat flexed as he watched the path of his possessive hands streaking over my body while he sank to his knees.
“I didn’t expect to have a smuggling and transportation expert.” He didn’t take his eyes off me as he lifted my thigh and encouraged me to drape it over his shoulder.
Oh, fuck.
This is?—
My God.
Eyes on me, he pressed a kiss to my clit.
“Fuck.” It whooshed out of me as I put my hands on his head.
“I didn’t expect to find a virgin ready for me to claim.” He followed up by stroking his tongue over my slit. From my taint to my clit, he swiped his hot, velvety tongue and ended with a gentle suck on my bud of nerves.
“Oh,fuck. Maksim, I—” I tightened my fingers in his hair as he devoured me. His tongue on my clit. His lips sucking at me so hard. His fingers in my pussy.
It consumed me. All the sensations of pleasure swarmed over me and pushed me too soon to a shattering orgasm. I cried out, still holding his head and realizing belatedly that I’d fucked his face as he kept me there at the door.
“I didn’t expect to find this,” he growled as I still shook and trembled, coming down from the high of coming so quickly. He stood and grabbed me in the same motion, pulling me down to the plush rug on the floor. Before I was fully on my back, he was pushing his cockhead into me. The doomed tip stretched me, but with how I still rode the waves of my orgasm, I moaned at the extra and prolonged torture of feeling him where I needed him.
I wrapped my arms around him as he covered me, blanketing me over the rug. His heavy body locked in place over mine as he set up a quick and rough rhythm of fucking me hard and fast.
“I didn’t expectthis,” he said gruffly again as he set his mouth against mine in a greedy kiss.
No explanation was needed. He meantthis. How we clicked and snapped into insta-lust for each other. How our bodies betrayed our mutual distrust of each other. How wefitand made sense as he pushed me to another and stronger climax. I milked him dry as he came with me, groaning and cursing and crushing me to the floor.
As I lay there and tried to catch my breath, welcoming the security of his weight over me, I kept my arms around him and held on to him tightly.
All while I tried to ignore that this was supposed to be nothing but an arrangement.
Nothing like this deep sense of contentment and peace as I relaxed from the intensity of what this man could do to me.
13
MAKSIM
Carina and I figured out how to fall into bed. We managed to get that part of marriage down.
Accurately.
Nightly.
Even during the day.
The physical connection between us was the easiest to collaborate on, yet it remained the big elephant in the room. We didn’t discuss how badly we wanted each other. It just happened.
