Page 21 of Sinful Union

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” His fingers work harder, faster. “To be seen? To be fucked out here where anyone could be watching as I make you come?”

A whimper escapes me. I don’t know whether it’s the words or the way he’s touching me, but my body is on fire, spiraling, losing control.

His free hand slides up, curls around my throat, and tilts my chin up, forcing me to look at him.

“Let me see it,” he growls. “Let me see you come.”

The pleasure tears through me, my body trembling, my moan breaking against his lips as he kisses me through it. His fingers don’t stop until I’m spent, breathless, and trembling.

Finally, he pulls away. I’m still panting, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my chest when he lifts his hand to his mouth. I watch, dazed and helpless, as he sucks his fingers clean, his eyes locked onto mine.

Fuck.

I barely have time to catch my breath before he grips my thighs and lifts me up. I automatically wrap my legs around his waist, my hands fisting into his shirt.

“I’m not done with you, Kat,” he says, walking us back into the suite.

“Not even fucking close.”

Chapter 11

Pavel

Ihold Kat with one hand under her ass while I close the glass door to the suite. Once inside, I don’t hesitate. I don’t set her down gently. I push her up against the wall, my mouth at her throat, dragging my teeth over her pulse, feeling it race.

Her dress is bunched up around her hips, her breath sharp and uneven, her fingers clutching at my shoulders. I fucking love the way she holds onto me. “You like putting on a show for me, don’t you?” I growl against her skin, my teeth grazing her collarbone. “You like knowing anyone could have seen you come for me.”

She gasps but doesn’t answer. I release her legs slowly, then smack her ass, firm but light, just enough to make her jolt. Her head snaps up, eyes wide, lips parting on a breathy moan. I can’t help but smirk. Her throat works as she swallows. Then, so quiet I almost don’t hear it, she says, “Yes.”

Fucking perfect.

I drag the dress over her head, savoring the way it slides off her skin, letting the fabric slip through my fingers as it falls to the floor. She’s bare. Beautiful. Mine. I take my time looking at her. Thick, perfect curves—the kind that beg to be touched, claimed, worshiped. Soft thighs, a full, round ass that feels like heaven in my hands. “You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are, do you?”

Her cheeks flush, her lips parting like she wants to argue, like she wants to tell me I’m wrong, but I won’t let her. My hands skim her body over her full, heavy breasts, my thumbs dragging over her nipples, watching the way they harden under my touch.

A deep growl rumbles in my chest. I want her like this all the time—breathless, flushed, desperate. My hands wander lower, gripping her hips, relishing the way they curve perfectly beneath my fingers. Every soft, thick inch of her drives me insane. She’s all mine, and she is perfect.

She’s watching me with those dark, smoldering eyes, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, waiting. I’m going to make her wait even longer.

I pick her up again and carry her to the bed. Laying her down gently, I run my palms up and down her body, slow and deliberate, teasing the shape of her waist, the curve of her hips. She arches into my touch, impatient, her fingers clutching the sheets. My thumb skims the inside of her thigh, though not quite where she needs me, and she whimpers.

Good. I want her desperate.

“You were dripping for me outside,” I mutter, relishing the way her body shudders beneath my touch. “Let’s see if you still are.”

She bites her lip, her hips thrusting upward in a silent, breathless plea.

I unbutton my shirt slowly as she watches, my eyes telling her exactly how much I want her. Her gaze tracks every movement. I slide my belt loose, then hold it in my hands, tilting my head slightly. Her eyes widen in anticipation as she looks at the leather strap. "Do you want me?"

Her gaze snaps back to mine, heat flashing behind it. “Yes.”

I move closer, fisting a hand in her hair, tilting her chin up. “Then show me.”

She licks her lips, then slides off the bed. “Come here,” she says, indicating for me to sit on the edge. She gets on her knees in front of me.

Fucking hell.

My jaw tightens as she reaches for my waistband, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulls my zipper down, her fingers brushing against me, making my cock twitch in response. She slowly pulls my slacks down, her eyes never leaving mine. She kisses along my legs as she works her way up, then without hesitation, her lips wrap around me.

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