Page 67 of Scarred Angel

She slumps against me, breath ragged, teeth open on my shoulder.

But I’m nowhere near finished.

Twenty-Six

VALENTINA

Maksim’s words barely register before he moves, hands steady under my thighs, strength radiating through every inch of him. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, like he needs me closer even though we’re already tangled.

I’m still shaking, still trying to come down, but when I meet his storm-blue eyes, he’s the one unraveling.

He sets me on the desk with a care that doesn’t match the way he just wrecked me. His jaw is locked, his hands ghosting down my thighs. And when his eyes find mine again, they’re wild and dark, as if he’s fighting to hold it together while everything inside him burns.

“You okay?” he murmurs, thumb brushing my swollen nipple. I jolt under his touch and nod, still breathless from the orgasm he just ripped out of me.

I can still feel him everywhere. The scrape of his stubble on my throat. The imprint of his hands on my body. Theabsolutefilth of his mouth in my ear, saying things no one else ever has.

God, I want more. I need more. I need all of him.

I smile and touch his face.

“You broke me…But you promised I’d be ruined, Maxy.”

Maksim doesn’t move. He just watches me in silence, finger still grazing my piercing. Little waves of pleasure begin to ignite again.

“You don’t know what you’ve done to me,” he finally says.

“Show me. Don’t hold back.”

Something breaks behind his eyes. And then he does exactly what he promised.

He turns me over, hands firm until my chest presses against the desk and my breath fogs the polished surface.

Bent over, legs spread, the cool air hits everywhere he hasn’t touched yet. I should feel embarrassed. But all I feel is…wanted. Like a fucking feast he’s about to devour.

“Look at you,” he says behind me, voice dark and reverent.

I bite my lip as his fingers slide through the slickness between my legs. I’m drenched, and the way he groans at the sight of it nearly makes me come undone on the spot.

“This pussy’s begging, Kolibri. You’re fucking dripping. You need me this bad?”

I nod, but that’s not good enough for him.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” I whisper, my throat suddenly dry. “I need you.”

His fingers push inside and I gasp, my knees nearly buckling when he curls them just right, making my body clench around him like he owns it.

Because fuck me, he does.

My head drops back to the desk, breath ragged, chest heaving. I’ve never felt this exposed or this vulnerable. But I love it. I crave the way he strips me down with every filthy word.

When he pulls his fingers out, I hear it. The wet sound of him licking them clean, and I whimper.

“Mmhm, tastes like you were made for me.”

My eyes flutter shut. I could come from that alone.