Page 14 of Sinful Union

His lips leave mine and begin moving down my throat; his breath is warm against my skin. He brushes his nose along my jaw, nipping at my earlobe before he whispers in my ear. “I’ve been thinking about this for six years.”

I whimper again.

Fucking traitorous body.

He kisses down my chest as his hands slide up my thighs, pushing the fabric of my dress up slowly, torturously. I lift my hips, desperate for more, but he grips my thighs, holding me in place.

“So impatient,” he murmurs, his fingers teasing the edge of my lace panties. “I remember how shy you were last time.”

I feel my face flush. “Not anymore,” I manage, my voice shaky.

He grins mischievously as he looks up at me. “No?”

His fingers slide beneath the lace, teasing over the already aching bundle of nerves at my center. I arch my back, a soft cry escaping me as his thumb moves in slow, lazy circles, just enough to make me desperate. “You are the same as I remember,” he mutters. “So fucking soft. So fucking wet. So fucking perfect.”

My breath stops as he hooks his fingers under my panties, pulling them down my legs. The air is cool against my heated skin, but it’s nothing compared to the way his fingers feel trailing back up, teasing me, as he spreads my thighs open.

I gasp. My instinct is to close my legs, but he places his hand firmly on my thigh.

“No, Kat. Let me see you.”

I obey, spreading my legs for him, allowing him to take in the sight of me. A smile spreads across his lips.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

My body stills in anticipation, my breath coming in short, uneven pants.

He begins to stroke my most sensitive spot, teasing me with his touch, causing pleasure to surge throughout my body. His fingers slide through my slickness, parting me with ease, coating himself in the evidence of my arousal. I whimper, my head tipping back.

Pavel chuckles, his fingers lightly circling my clit again, just enough to make me shake. It’s insane how he knows exactly how I need to be touched.“You’re still so fucking gorgeous,” he says. “You were made for me.”

I bite my lip as memories rush in, and a moan escapes me when his fingers slide deeper before curling just right. I cry out, my hips lifting off the mattress.

“That’s it,krasivyy, let me hear you.”

His fingers move in perfect rhythm, stroking me from the inside as his thumb presses against my clit, working me until I’m panting and writhing, no longer able to think. I clench around him, my body tightening, my moans growing more desperate.

I’m so close. I can feel it building, spiraling, tightening in my core. And then, he stops.

I whimper in frustration, my body aching for release, but Pavel only smirks, dragging his wet fingers up my stomach and over my breast before gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Kat.”

My breath stutters as I squeeze my thighs together, desperate for friction.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

My lips part, but nothing comes out.

His fingers tighten on my chin, demanding. “Say it.”

I let out a shaky breath.“Please.”

He hums in approval, his fingers slipping between my legs again, pressing deep, finding the spot that has me gasping. “Good girl.”

Pleasure ripples through me, my back arching, my moan breaking into a cry as my pussy tightens around his fingers.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” he mumbles, dragging his lips down my stomach, his stubble scraping my sensitive skin. His fingers skate along the inside of my thighs, deliberately avoiding where I need him most.

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