Page 64 of Impenitent Claim

A ragged breath exhaled from his lungs.

Biting back my smirk, I made a show of shimmying from the panties. He might be a beast, prowling through the dark, but dammit, I wasn’t prey.

I closed the distance and fell to my knees.

It was a submissive position. But why was there a rush of power singing through my veins? Was it the sudden tightening of every muscle in the monster’s frame? Was it the knowledge that I held the true power right now? I wet my lips and reached out.

Ilya’s hand shot forward. He captured my wrists, wrapping his powerful fingers around them. “What are you doing?”

“Offering you a reward for sparing the life of my friend,” I ground out, refusing the adjectivebelovedthat had been used earlier. It didn’t fit, and it would only complicate this power struggle to throw it back in this man’s face.

A muscle in the spectre’s jaw tightened.

I waited for him to make his decision.

Slowly, he released me.

I unzipped his black canvas pants and released his cock from the briefs beneath. My mouth actually watered.

Bracing my hands on his thighs, I drew my tongue in one long lick from top to bottom. The moan that escaped my lips wasn’t forced. Oh, he was huge—I missed this. I had to leave Chicago before I could enjoy this beautiful cock properly, before I could do all the sinfully wonderful things with the man I chose to be mine.

I chose well.Just look at him!

Bending forward, I lazily swirled my tongue over the tip, enjoying the salty bead of precum that seeped out.

And then I sat back on my haunches. “Alright, phantom. Do your worst.”

Ilya narrowed his eyes.

I scooted back, rose to be straight on my knees, and ran my tongue around my lips. I would be just tall enough for this to work.

“Fuck my face,” I breathed.

It was scandalous. One of the dirtiest things that I ever said in the twenty-three years of my life. But it feltssoooright.

A rough laugh barked from the spectre’s chest. “You don’t know what you’re asking, rusalka.”

I shrugged. “Why don’t you show me exactly what you’re capable of?”

There was a heartbeat before he moved. Rising to his full height, monster cock swinging straight from his hips, he was nothing short of imposing.

His hand slid through my hair, tight hold keeping me in place. The soft head of his cock nudged my lips. “Last chance to back out.”

There wasn’t enough air in my lungs to speak above a whisper. “Never.”

He slid past my lips, invading my mouth. One heartbeat; that was all the time he allowed me to adjust to his size.

And then he slid in and out. He pushed deep, invading my throat. I did my best to swallow him. His groan was desperate. It made the coals burning deep in my belly burn hotter.

Ilya took my mouth hard.

There was no mercy in this. I would have been mad if there was.

I was a mess. Tears leaked from my eyes. Each inhale was a desperate gasp to gather air in my lungs before he cut off my ability to breathe again. They weren’t the only parts of me affected. The burn in my core was now a desperate ache between my legs. I didn’t dare reach and touch, I could only hold onto his thighs, bracing myself against his powerful thrusts.

But the frantic beat of my pulse in my wet slit screamed at me. It was pleasure and sweet torment wrapped in one.

“Fuck, beautiful, you’re doing so well,” Ilya moaned. “I don’t want to know how many you’ve practiced on to be this good.”

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