Page 38 of Echoes of Sin

“Too many words,” I said, and jumped in his arms, wrapping my legs around him before I took control of the kiss. I didn’t want words from Ilya. I didn’t want anything, not really. But getting naked with him and forgetting, at least for a little while, the shambles my life was in and why? That was something I could do.

I would deal with the repercussions later. If I lived long enough for that.

Kissing him had soaked my panties. Made my nipples hard and sent my pulse soaring. I wanted more of that. A lot more.

“Brooke,” he whispered, and pulled back, forcing me to slide down the length of his body until my feet hit the floor. “I need you. Now.”

My gaze raked over his bare chest once again, and with the anger pressed down—for now—I focused on his muscles and the ink that covered them. Beneath his expensive suits and cufflinks, the man was covered in six-pack abs, rock hard pecs, and ink, lots and lots of ink. Black eagles and black stars on his chest and biceps. A large gun on his side. It was like a twisted fairytale, and I was so curious, but I tamped it down because I didn’t want to know.

My gaze lingered on his chest before I met his gaze head on, and the blue orbs pulled me in and made me think of things I stopped thinking about long ago. This isn’t about feelings or emotions, it’s just about satisfying a need. That brought me back to the here and now, and I removed my shirt and then my slacks. Item after item I tossed them behind me until I was naked and wet and panting for him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he bit out, and lifted me onto the counter. He stepped between my thighs, using his hands to spread me wide. “Tell me you want me, Brooke.”

I was tempted to deny him, but my pussy pulsed hard when he leaned down and blew a soft breath across my clit. “I want you, Ilya. Right now, I want you.”

He rewarded me with a smile and then his mouth right where I wanted him. Ilya devoured my pussy, licking and sucking my clit while he plunged two fingers deep inside me. He grunted as if he enjoyed what he was doing, or maybe he enjoyed my reaction to him. His moves intensified until I flew apart with my hands tangled in his hair and my hips bucking up to rub against his face.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, and rode out my orgasm with a smile.

Ilya laughed, the sound deep and rumbling as he kissed his way up my body until his lips wrapped around my nipple. “You are so sexy when you orgasm.”

I smiled as my eyes fluttered shut, but they flew open when his hands gripped me by the waist and pulled me from the counter. “What are you—oh my god!” He lowered me onto his cock slowly, filling me up, one thick inch at a time until I was so full I thought I might burst. “Fuck.”

He held me close against his chest as he pounded into me, fucking me hard and fast while he grunted his pleasure. He was thick and long inside my still sensitive walls, and I felt another orgasm building already. “You have such a greedy cunt.” He grinned and laid me across the kitchen table. “I am greedy too.” He gripped my breasts, squeezing and kneading them while he pounded into me mercilessly, making me feel better than I ever knew was possible.

Every inch of my flesh was sensitized, covered in goosebumps while he pushed me higher and higher, keeping me perched on the very edge until he was ready for me to come. “Ilya,” I moaned.

He grinned. “Again.”

“Ilya.” I gave him wanted he wanted, and he rewarded me with deeper strokes as he grabbed my legs and rested my ankles on his shoulders, which sent him even deeper. “Oh fuck!”

“Come for me, Brooke. Come all over my cock. Now.” He pinched my nipples, and I felt the orgasm build. He rolled his hips in such a way that he brushed against my clit with every stroke.

I exploded. Thousands of fireworks exploded behind my eyes and my body shook and convulsed violently as the orgasm poured out of me for several long minutes, while Ilya continued to fuck me. Harder. Faster.

Even deeper.

“Ilya,” I panted, and watched him, his beautiful face twisted in agony as he chased down his pleasure.

“So. Fucking. Good.” He released my nipples, and the residual tingle prolonged my own pleasure, but when his thumbs found my clit, there was another round of even more powerful explosions and I was lost to the pleasure.

I heard Ilya somewhere above me roar out his pleasure before I felt soft, sweet kisses pepper my body.

I was so satisfied, so sexually blissed out that I didn’t argue when he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. His bed wasn’t just soft, it was so indulgent I felt my entire body relax even more. It was like sleeping on angels’ eyelashes it was so soft, and before I knew what was happening, I drifted off to sleep surrounded by hot, hard, flesh.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ilya

Almost two days passed with me buried deep inside Brooke, enjoying every inch of her body, the only soundtrack her moans and cries of pleasure. It was my own personal paradise. But when we weren’t fucking, it was my own private hell. When we weren’t naked and devouring one another, Brooke was aloof, and I wasn’t sure if she’d changed her mind about me at all.

I wondered how many orgasms it would take to get her to open up to me and tell me about her life over the past eight years. How many strokes would it take to get her to give me a genuine smile, to laugh with me and to mean it. But right now, having her tracing her fingertips along my chest and abs, I was back in paradise.

“So, tell me about these tattoos.” Her gaze lingered on my chest before it flickered up to my face, where I saw curiosity burning in the depths of her eyes.

“What do you want to know?” I would tell her anything she wanted to know as long as she kept touching me.

“Whatever you want to tell me,” she offered with a shrug.

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