I reach up and run my hands over his shoulders and neck as I kiss him back with every overwhelming and destructive emotion I feel. I pour the last week’s fear and uncertainty into it. But above all, I admit to myself that I want this. Even if it’s just once.
Even if it’s crazy and wrong.
I give in to my desire as my palms move down Demitri’s chest, and I get to relish the feel of every hard inch of him.
The kiss quickly spirals out of control until it’s a wild tug of teeth and plunging of tongues. The taste of him clouds my mind, and it’s so good, I let out a moan.
Demitri’s hands burn a hot path down to my butt, and then his fingers dig into my skin, and I’m lifted against his body.
He pins me to the tiles, and I wrap my legs around him. Another moan escapes from me when his hard length meets the junction between my thighs.
Oh, God.
Yes.
My fingers find the wet strands of his hair as he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. It’s filled with power and dominance, demanding I submit to him.
It’s out of this world hot.
Demitri’s hands move up the sides of my waist, and his lower half keeps me pinned to the wall as he breaks the kiss. His palms cover my breasts hard and possessively, and then his eyes lock with mine again.
Caught up in the raw passion between us, I don’t feel any embarrassment as we stare at each other.
Demitri pinches one of my nipples, and it draws a gasp from me as my abdomen clenches with the need for more. When I rub myself against his hard length, the corner of his mouth lifts. His voice is low and demanding as he asks, “Do you want me to fuck you, Malyshka?”
I don’t have to think about the answer and quickly nod. My reaction makes a dangerously hot smirk form on his face, and then he thrusts hard against my clit.
It makes a burst of air explode over my lips, and I dig my nails into the back of his neck.
Slowly he begins to rub his cock against my sensitive bundle of nerves, his eyes as dark as a million sinful nights.
Feeling him between my legs makes wave after wave filled with tingles and need crash over me.
Suddenly he stops, and I let out a frustrated groan which makes him give me a domineering smile. “How badly do you want my cock?”
Oh, God. He’s a filthy talker, and it does things to me I didn’t expect.
I freaking like it.
I move my one hand down to his chest and then lower until I reach his abs. Stroking the skin there, I gather all my courage. Like a damn hussy, I purr, “So… so… badly.”
Heat flares in Demitri’s dark gaze, and then he thrusts hard against my clit again. I let out a satisfied moan which rewards me with another hard thrust.
Demitri moves his hands back to my butt, and then his mouth skims over my jaw. Sliding one of his hands further down, he begins to circle my entrance with a finger. Having him touch me so intimately sends mind-clouding pleasure through me. He keeps teasing me until my abdomen is nothing more than a tight ball, and my hips are swiveling, begging for more.
“Beg me,” he demands, his voice strained as if it’s taking all his self-control to hold back.
I turn my face to his and tug at his bottom lip with my teeth before I breathlessly give him what he wants. “Please fuck me, Demitri.”
Like a wild beast, he loses all control. There’s no time for me to brace myself as he positions himself at my entrance, and with a powerful and painful thrust, he fills me. I grab hold of his shoulders as a cry explodes from me, and it mixes with the satisfied groan rippling from his chest.
His mouth claims mine in a brutal kiss, and then he begins to move, hard and fast. His pace is relentless, but after a couple of thrusts, pleasure makes the pain fade.
Unable to gain control over anything, it feels like I’m being devoured. My senses are inundated by the forceful way Demitri kisses and fucks me.
His muscles tense and roll with every thrust, his well-endowed cock stroking me into oblivion. Caught in a haze of pleasure, cries and moans keep spilling over my lips. I’ve never been so loud before, and there’s no way for me to stop the sounds.
My body begins to tremble out of control, and I slap a hand against the tiles, looking for something to grab hold of. My fingers find the showerhead and clamp tightly around it as I’m repeatedly shoved back by Demitri pounding into me.
“Oh, God,” I whimper against his mouth. When the pleasure builds to breaking point, I cry, “Demitri!” My voice is strained, and then my body tenses.