Page 15 of Sinful Union

“I think it’s time I find out if you taste as good as you did back then.”

I let out a sharp breath, my body already trembling, already wrecked from his words alone. He spreads my legs wider, his grip firm. I know I should tell him to stop, but I don’t. “Pavel…”

He chuckles, a dark and amused sound. “I like it when you beg.”

I let out a desperate whimper as his grip tightens.

“You like the way I touch you, don’t you?” His voice is husky, his fingers dragging close, but not close enough.

I nod, my breath coming in small gasps now. He chuckles again, seemingly enjoying watching me squirm. I dig my fingers into the sheets, my hips lifting off the mattress once again. Pavel grins, his lips brushing my inner thigh before his mouth is fully on me.

His tongue slides through my slick heat, slow at first, teasing, deliberate. My hips twitch, a soft, helpless sound escaping me that I can’t bite back. He groans against me as his tongue moves with purpose, with the full intention of wrecking me beyond repair. His hands grip my thighs, strong and unyielding, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

I gasp, my fingers fisting the sheets. “Oh. My. God.”

Pavel hums against me, the vibration almost unbearable. My body bows off the bed, my thighs squeezing around his head, but he doesn’t stop, he just keeps working me, lapping at me like he can’t get enough. I’m squirming, panting, already teetering on the edge.

He groans, like he’s enjoying this as much as I am. “You taste so fucking sweet,” he mutters against me as his tongue flicks against my clit, devastating, circling, teasing. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

"Pavel," I whimper, trying to grind against his mouth in order to chase the pleasure coiling tight in my belly.

“Stay still, baby.”

He sucks on my clit, hard and purposeful, and I break.

The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, violent and unstoppable, pleasure tearing through me so fast, so intense, I can’t even think.

Pavel grins. He’s not finished. Not even close.

His fingers slide into me, curling, hitting that magical place, pushing me toward the edge again. Before I can recover, before I can even breathe, I come again, crying out his name. He moves over me and presses his lips to mine. I can taste myself on them, can feel the smug, satisfied smirk as he kisses me.

I reach down and grip his cock, pressing its tip against my slick entrance. He enters me fully with one thrust, and I gasp, my nails digging into his back. Pavel groans, his head dropping against my shoulder.

“Fuck, Kat…”

He moves slowly, stretching me, filling me like he’s claiming every part of me. My body clenches around him, still raw from the pleasure he’s already given me, and he curses again. He thrusts into me hard, then slowly pulls back, repeating the motion as his mouth traces hot, open-mouthed kisses along my throat and down my collarbone. “Still so fucking tight.”

My nails rake down his back, my body quivering beneath him.

“No one else has touched you, have they?”

I tense at the words. His head lifts, his blue eyes flashing, knowing. My heart slams against my ribs, but I can’t lie. “No,” I whisper.

His jaw twitches as something dark and primal flares in his gaze. The control he’s been holding onto so tightly snaps, and suddenly, his mouth is on mine again, hot and devouring, all-consuming possession and raw hunger.

His hands are everywhere—gripping, claiming, branding. One fists my hair, yanking my head back, baring my throat to him as his teeth scrape along my skin. The other slides down, spreading my thighs wider, pinning me exactly where he wants me.

“You take me so fucking well,” he growls against my lips, his voice nothing but gravel and sin. “Like you were made for me.”

Indeed, I was. God help me, I was made for him.

He slams into me, deep and brutal, the force of it stealing the breath from my lungs. Every thrust is harder, faster, more punishing, and it’s too much, too good, too perfect. My nails drag down his back, my hips arching up to match his rhythm. I’m desperate, ruined, so close I can practically feel myself unraveling.

The climax rips through me like lightning, my body clenching around him, my cry muffled against his shoulder as I bite down. The orgasm claims me, stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

Pavel groans, a raw, guttural sound. He’s right there with me, his body tensing, his rhythm faltering as he buries himself deep, filling me completely, his growl of release vibrating against my skin. His weight presses into me, solid and grounding, his breath hot against my neck. The scent of sex and sweat fills the room.

I should push him away. I should reach for the vial of poison.

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