Page 112 of Impenitent Claim

With one hand, Ilya lifted my wrists above my head and pinned me against the wall. His other hand strayed lower as his tongue delved into my mouth. I whimpered, and the monster in front of me grinned. I tasted the satisfaction as he kissed me deeply. The wandering touch paused over my chest. He roughly palmed my breast, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh.

“Look at me, Izzy,” he growled, making heat pulse between my legs. “You’re mine, all night. No one will save you.”

Logically, I knew it was just him talking. We would have to leave this place. Go our separate ways for now. But logic left the equation a long time ago.

“I don’t need to be saved,” I confessed. “I’m where I belong.”

Those grey eyes brightened with possession. He leaned down, but this time he kissed my jaw. My neck. Mypulse.His mouth was more demanding than before. I wriggled, but the spectre tightened his hold on my wrists.

Gathering my dress and tugging it over my hips, Ilya stilled.

I grinned. “Oh, that’s right, I’m not wearing anything.”

His hard touch plunged into my slick heat. “You’re soaking, Izzy. Look how badly you need me to fuck you.”

The breathless laugh escaped my throat. “Then do it.”

Each word came with a sharp punctuation. It was dangerous. The wild look in his eyes was warning enough. But I wasn’t unstoppable.

“Do your worst, phantom.”

The kiss he gave me was feral, but it was the fingers he shoved inside me that made me scream into his mouth. He fucked me mercilessly—with only his touch! The spectre left no room for doubt that he was claiming his winnings. But then why did it feel like I had the prize? Was this what it was like to find my soul’s mate? My body soared in the rush of pleasure.

Ilya broke the kiss with a harsh, guttural curse. His touch ripped away a moment later. I let out a ragged gasp of indignation.

The spectre only smirked.

“Do you want me to taste you again?” he coaxed, voice dripping with sin and desire.

I nodded.

Ilya held his fingers between us so I saw the glistening evidence of my arousal. “It’s adorable how you think you’re in charge,” he murmured, and then he took a long, purposeful lick.

I opened my mouth to protest. In a flash, the spectre pushed his fingers between my lips. The sharp taste of my own wetness burst over my tongue.

“Suck, little siren. Such hard,” he growled in a tone that no doubt made his enemies quake.

Shock turned into a blast of fiery lust. Heaven help me, I did. I pulled his fingers deep, sucking hard as I convinced him that I would swallow them whole if he let me.

His dominance overwhelmed me, but my heart pounded eagerly, beating to the rhythm he evoked.

With a tug, he removed his touch from between my lips. That hard mouth slanted over mine, to kiss me deeply. Wet fingers slid into my hair, pulling my head back to expose my vein. But the monster didn’t seem interested in taking a bite. Not just yet. No, he kissed me until I couldn’t breathe.

“Saints, Izzy, I can’t wait anymore,” he choked, tearing away and reaching between us. “You’re so beautiful when you struggle for me. It makes me hard for you. I need to feel this pretty pussy.”

The head of his thick cock nudged against me.

I moaned, shifting with anticipation.

“So beautiful—all wet and ready for me.” Ilya tugged my legs up, hooking me around his hips. “Are you ready to be fucked, sweet rusalka?”

The whimper and nod were the only responses I could manage. His responding chuckle was dark and pleased.

Thankfully, he took mercy on me, relieving the ache we both felt. His cock shoved deep inside. His kiss muffled the cry of pleasure as he began thrusting hard and fast.

Suddenly my wrists were free. I reached around, clawing at his back, pulling him closer as he continued to drive deep into my tightening core. The foreplay, the running, it all built inside.

I wouldn’t last long.

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