Time seemed to stand still as he gathered my legs into his hands, pushing my knees against the covering. I dared take a quick look down and when he licked the inside of my thigh, I threw my arm over my face, openly disobeying his silent wishes. I couldn’t stand to watch, even though I was tingling all over as wave after wave of pleasure trickled through me.
I had no idea how much time he took before darting his tongue against my clit, but the moment he did, I jerked up, a scream ready to erupt from my throat.
He growled as a response, digging his fingers into my skin. I’d never been stretched so wide open, exposed for a mysterious man I didn’t even know. I resisted laughing, biting my lip as a string of stars floated in front of my eyes. How could anything so bad feel so good?
As he flicked his tongue back and forth across my tender nub, I bucked against the bed, lifting my hips. I couldn’t help myself. He sucked on my clit, every sound he made a string of guttural noises. The man was a true animal, barbaric in every way, but as he continued licking, drawing his tongue up and down the length of my pussy, I realized he was an expert in providing ecstasy.
He knew exactly what made the sensations rush to the surface, changing the speed and roughness every time I responded. No man had ever bothered to care this much, dragging me close to ecstasy then backing off, elongating the incredible experience.
I was breathless, my head pounding given the savage reps of my heartbeat. Everything was a huge blur as he drove at least two fingers inside of me, pushing me closer and closer to nirvana. I wasn’t the kind of girl who had regular orgasms. As another one powered toward the surface, I realized just how much I’d been missing out on. I slammed my hand on the comforter, struggling to breathe as a climax finally rushed into me like a bolt of lightning.
“Oh. Oh. My. God!”
He held me down, his fingers kneading my skin as he feasted like a rogue, licking up every drop of cream as the single orgasm pushed into a wave. All rational thoughts were tossed aside, the pleasure more extreme than anything I’d ever felt before.
I was exhausted, elated and furious with myself all over again. I kept my head to the side, fisting my mouth as the weight on the bed changed. I could feel his heat from a hundred yards away. He was made of fire and brimstone, exuding the kind of power reserved for those in charge of everything and anyone in his vicinity.
Now that included me.
I knew after this he would never let me go. I’d been captured by the devil himself.
I continued to tremble as he pressed his weight against me, although I sensed he was doing his best to keep from crushing me. His eyes were no longer focused, his full lips holding the sheen of my sex. When I tried to look away, he cradled my jaw in his hand, brushing his thumb back and forth across my lips.
“You’re afraid of me,” he half whispered.
What did he think I was going to say, that I wasn’t afraid of anything? Maybe I hadn’t been up until the point I’d knocked on his door. I’d lived a relatively sheltered life until coming to New York. Even though my parents were far away in a tiny town in Pennsylvania, several of my relatives were always close by, one owning the bar where I worked. That had been the only reason my parents had allowed me to come to New York in the first place.
So maybe I was a little scared of him.
Okay, so a lot.
He could still kill me if he wanted.
“Yes. Does that make you happy?”
He sighed then leaned down, replacing his thumb with his tongue, swiping it back and forth across my lips before capturing my mouth. As it had done before, my body reacted instantly, arching toward him. This time, disobedient or not, I raked my hand over his shoulder, scratching his back hard enough I hoped he’d feel it for days. Maybe I’d been lucky enough to draw blood.
Kirill didn’t seem deterred at all, his kiss even more passionate, his growls permeating the air around us. The man could kiss, I’d give him that. As if in response to what I’d done, he eased his hand down, pulling one leg to the side. Then I felt the bulbous head of his cock breaching my swollen folds.
I stiffened, still uncertain I could handle his size. As he slipped the tip in by several inches, I was shocked how my pussy muscles reacted, stretching immediately to accommodate his large girth. I moaned into the kiss, shifting my hips back and forth, my actions only driving him in even deeper. The electricity shooting through me was magical. There were so many dancing vibrations skittering through me that I had difficulty breathing.
He took his time as he’d done with everything else, allowing me to get used to his massive size. When I felt his balls hitting my bottom, I gripped his arms, hanging on for dear life. That’s the moment everything around us vanished. I wasn’t entirely certain I could even remember my own name.
He brushed his lips to my ear, licking the shell then whispering words in Russian that I couldn’t understand but everything coming out of his mouth sounded sexy, filthy in every way.
When he pulled almost all the way out, I gasped, bucking my hips against him.
“My little insatiable rebel,” he said, laughing in a deep, sensual tone. “You’ll get all you can handle, my fireball, but you’re not in control. Get that through your pretty little head. You’ll accept what I demand and come when I tell you to. Do you understand?”
The sound of his voice remained hypnotic. When I didn’t answer him, he squeezed my throat, but gently, a reminder of just how dangerous he truly was.
“Yes.”
“You feel so damn good and you’re all mine.”
Every time he acted possessive, I cringed deep inside, but the words also excited me even more. He teased me, remaining barely inside as he peered down. Then he thrust brutally, the force driving me into the bed by several inches. When he repeated the move, I wrapped one leg around his thigh to feel grounded.
Over the course of the next few minutes, he developed a rhythm that was both savage and soothing, driving deep inside like the brutal man he was. We were locked together in the ultimate sin, our bodies made for each other.