Page 79 of Impenitent Claim

With my now free hands, I shoved the pants down my thighs, kicking them away. The spectre pulled one leg over his shoulder before he bent and buried his face in the center. I hissed sharply as the rush of pleasure shot through me. His tongue slid against my slit, a long, slow lick.

“I needed to taste you,” he rasped, voice rough and strangled.

A delicious bolt of pain pulsed as he nipped my clit. “You’ve come back to my room every night since my bridal shower to bring me things; you could have woken me up. That would be incredible, finding you between my legs.”

My words were cut off with a whimper as he sucked—hard. I dug my fingers into his hair, rubbing and pressing against his scalp.

Launching to his feet, he bent over me. “You need your sleep, Izzy.”

It seemed as though he was going to kiss me. I held my breath, eager to have his mouth on me again.

The next moment, I was lifted into the air. My back crashed against the metal wall of the ship. Excitement made my handsshake as I braced them on his shoulders. I’d never felt this way before. This desire to be consumed and knowing it was the ultimate freedom.

Somewhere, being scared, my friends were running about the ship. But the most frightening fiend was right here, enveloping me with his terrible essence.

I let go of the rigid control I exercised. None of it mattered here in the dark. The wedding. The constant threats hanging over me. It all slid away until it was just me and him. The man whose last name I didn’t know. His past or secrets. But I knew his body. His mouth. His scent. It enveloped me in a silky, velvety blackness.

The seam of his dress slacks rubbed against my aching pussy. My wetness no doubt stained the material. Good. It was a marking of sorts. He pulled back, flipping the belt, snapping the clasp, and ripping the zipper with a brutal savagery. Instead of unleashing his cock, he brushed those same knuckles over my clit.

Pleasure spread through me, making my core tighten.

“Have you let another touch this?” There was a strange quality to his voice. The anger I easily sensed, but the other emotions? I couldn’t pin them.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business.” The words lacked the fire I meant to put behind them. Granted, we had been dancing around this issue the last time we fell into bed, but while I had been close to giving him that answer before, I wanted him to tear it from me now.

The spectre obliged.

Pain flashed as he pinched my clit. “Answer me.”

I whipped my head back and forth. It could be interpreted as a refusal, but it was also my answer. A heady mixture of fear and exhilaration pounded through my veins.

His fingers invaded my pussy, creating a delicious friction. “I took this. It belongs to me. And—” He paused, hot breath fanning over my ear as he leaned down. “If I find another man has touched what is mine, I’ll make him wish he was dead.”

The desire to tell him was too strong. He was only going to draw out my torment if I didn’t confess.

“There’s been no one,” I panted. “Only you.”

That terrible touch withdrew, and the tip of his cock moved up and down against my slit. “Hmm, is that so?”

I nodded furiously. “Yes, Ilya. No one else.”

His cock sank into me, stretching and filling until he was fully sheathed. I tightened my legs around him, gasping at the sensation of being connected in the most primal of ways.

Pulling back, he pushed in hard and fast. I whimpered as my pussy tightened around him.

Satisfaction laced his voice. “You’re shaking, rusalka.”

“Ass,” I hissed, but any other word was cut off as he impaled me again.

There was nothing that could compare to this. I didn’t need to take another lover to know he was different. His hard gaze sent shivers of heat over my skin. His touch burned. And this? It ruined me.

But in the best possible ways.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he rasped, pumping into me. The rocking motion broke the claw clip, and my hair fell around my face.

A faint voice scoffed in the back of my head, encouraging me to tell him I was my own woman. But that wasn’t quite the truth. Here in the dark, I surrendered all control to this beast.

“How can I? I don’t even know your last name,” I laughed.

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