Page 65

He runs fingers down over my flesh and I shiver, my pussy throbbing for him. It’s been so long, too long, and I’m the only one to blame.

With a flick of his fingers, he undoes the front clasp of my bra and then lowers his head to suck one nipple, his teeth nipping, sending an electric shock down to my clit, and then he does the same to the other.

He strips off my underwear, and his mouth follows down, licking a path, and he sucks hard on my clit, making meshriek and writhe. He laves me with his tongue, his lips sucking on me, teeth scraping so I’m on edge, wanting more, wanting him to back off and he continues, adding his fingers, sliding them up into me, thrusting a beat until my body starts to undulate and the pressure-pleasure builds, sliding into pure pleasure and if he?—

Demyan stops as I tremble on the edge of orgasm. A wicked smile blooms on his face as he pulls all the way back, stripping down and taking my hips, turning me so I have to get on my hands and knees.

“Arms down. Face against the fucking rug.”

I do as he asks the orders, turning me on more, and I need to come. I’m so turned on I’m shaking hard.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,Lyubimaya.” He leans over me and his cock nudges against my thighs. “Tell me not to do this. I dare you.”

“No.”

“No?” The mock in his tone is tinged with something that calls something I need.

“No, I want to. I want this.”

He doesn’t answer, just slides a hand around my belly and thrusts into me, holding me in place, a hand on my stomach, one on my hip as he takes me hard and fast, the thrusts deep, so deep I can feel them hit in my soul, and I whimper.

Demyan doesn’t relent; each slam of his cock into me is ripping a strip from me, laying me bare for him, and the pleasure is fire now, but I need to reach that pinnacle, the holy grail.

Like he knows this, the hand on my stomach lowers and he slides down, between my thighs to my clit, and he starts to thrum it. Each thrust into my pussy is a welcome invasion and he stretches me, each hit a note of resounding pleasure that sings out in my veins and still I’m not there. I clutch athim with my pussy, like I need to milk him, like I need him to stay.

I can’t stop. I’m flying high in the air and he presses down on my clit and I scream as I shatter, coming hard, spasming on his cock.

But he doesn’t come.

He pulls out as I’m coming and the emptiness is criminal. I moan out my protests, but all he does is flip me to my back and pull up my knees so I’m wide open to him.

He looks down and grins. It’s a feral look, like he’s admiring all that’s his.

And he is.

I’m his.

My pussy is his.

My heart.

My everything.

I want to scream it out as the pleasure waves keep hitting. I want to scream out I love him more than I can think, but I don’t. I love him, he knows that, but to tell him the extent of that ownership and have it thrown back at me down the track is more than I can bear.

He plunges back into me, pressing my thighs in against me and I’m open and wide and can’t move because he controls it all in this position and he invades all the spaces in me.

“I want you to come again for me. Show me how you’re mine.”

I whimper. And he bites my throat, thrusting deep and steady, this position hitting different places and setting off different fires inside me.

The pleasure starts to roll again as he hits a certain spot that’s so good it’s almost too much. I try to wiggle to move away but I can’t so when that wave of orgasm hits me, my clit’s mashing against him and he’s hitting that spot in me andit’s too much, too, too much, but he doesn’t stop; he just pushes through the intensity until it spills out into a sea of bliss that I ride on.

Someone—me—is crying out, moaning, sobbing, calling to him.

And he kisses me as he starts to thrust differently, harder, deeper, and a darker pace. This is for him.

He’s pushing those threads of pleasure in me to the edges of what I can endure, and it turns to too much again, but he doesn’t stop, and he grunts, groaning. A deeper knell begins in me, something that starts to shake all of me and I cry out his name as a wave of ecstasy hits me hard, and I start to clench on him.