Page 67 of Sinful Union

I laugh, tears of joy streaming down my face while the bubbles float around us. He curves a hand over my belly, still grinning in awe. I kiss him again, this time more gently, letting the revelation settle.

“Thank you for telling me,” he whispers against my mouth. “Now, no more secrets, okay?”

My lips turn upward into a smile. “No more.”

A shiver of anticipation rolls down my spine when he slides one hand up my body, and his palm curves around my breast, fingertips grazing my nipple. I gasp at the electric jolt that shoots through me.

He trails his fingers down, sliding them between my thighs under the water, finding me slick and ready. He cups my pussy, teasing my clit with his thumb.

A ragged moan escapes my throat. I push against his palm, urging more contact. He shifts my body so that I’m in front of him again, on his lap. He presses his cock against my opening, teasing me.

“You want this?” he murmurs near my ear, biting my earlobe just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me.

“Fuck, yes,” I breathe. “Please.”

He holds me up, sliding his tip against my entrance, and I whimper. My arms tremble, braced against the tub’s edge. Slowly, he sinks inside, inch by inch, until he’s fully buried. We both groan, the warmth of the water only adding to the pleasure.

“God, Kat,” he says, pulling me tighter against his chest. “Every damn time, you feel so damn good.”

My nails scrape the porcelain. The steam makes everything slick and hazy, the bathroom lights shimmering off the bubbles floating around us. He grips my hips, beginning a slow rhythm, each thrust more intense as he deliciously stretches me.

The drag of him inside me is almost too much, and my mind blanks. I ride the wave hard, pleasure coiling low in my belly until it snaps.My entire body tenses as I come, a choked cry ripping from my throat.Pavel’s own orgasm follows, and he growls against my ear as he drains himself deep within.

For a moment, the only sounds are our ragged breathing and the slow deflation of the bubbles. My limbs go limp, the only movement the aftershocks rippling through me. His strong arms slide around my waist, pulling me back so my spine rests against his chest. My heart is still racing, my skin oversensitive.

He dips his head to kiss my shoulder, moving his lips up the line of my neck. “You okay?”

“More than okay,” I reply. But something about the finality in his tone tells me he thinks we’re done. A flicker of mischief sparks in my chest—I’m not done yet, not by a long shot.

I twist in his arms, the water swirling around us, foam clinging to our skin. His gaze slides over my body, a glint of surprise crossing his features when I plant my hands on his chest, pushing him back against the opposite side of the tub.

“Oh?” he says, brow lifting. “Feeling greedy?”

“Maybe,” I mutter, letting a smile curve my lips. The need inside me hasn’t been fully quenched. It’s shifted into a different edge, a craving for more closeness, more sensation.

He braces his arms along the edge of the tub, watching me with dark intensity. “I warned you not to tempt me,” he growls, a playful warning in his tone.

“Punish me, then,” I tease, sliding closer. I can feel the water cooling, but I don’t care. All I sense is the heat of him, the way his cock twitches as I settle my hips over his.

He answers by cupping the back of my neck and pulling me in for a searing kiss. “Stay like this,” he whispers against my mouth. “I want to see you on top of me.”

I lower myself onto him, his cock sliding inside me slowly. I moan at the stretch, at the wet glide, at the slight ache that melts into pleasure. He grips my waist, guiding me to sink lower, until he’s fully sheathed. My nails bite into the porcelain as I adjust to the sensation.

“Fuck,” he mutters, kneading my ass. “You take me so well.”

He digs his fingers into my hips, urging me to move faster. “That’s it,” he says through gritted teeth.

I lean forward, arms locked, letting him control the angle and rhythm as I rock against him. The friction jolts through me, still so sensitive from the first orgasm. Each thrust forces a gasp from my lips, every nerve taut. He plunges even deeper.

Pleasure builds sharply, and I realize that I’m about to come again. I arch my back, tilting my head backward with a ragged moan. He grips my shoulder, pulling me close enough so his teeth can graze my neck in a gentle bite, the possessive gesture making me shudder.

“Kat,” he hisses. “Come for me.”

I let out a broken cry, my second orgasm slamming through me in hot waves. My inner walls clamp around him, and I hear him groan my name. His cock throbs, hips thrusting in desperate jolts until he goes rigid beneath me, releasing a guttural sound of raw satisfaction.I feel him spilling into me, hot and pulsing, triggering a final echo of pleasure in my own overstimulated body.

For a long moment, we stay like that, breathing as if we’ve just run a marathon, water rippling around us. Eventually, I ease forward, letting him slip free. My limbs tremble, exhaustion swirling in my veins. The tub is well past lukewarm now, but his body heat is enough.

I shift again, and he gently pulls me back against his chest, wrapping his arms around me so we can both rest. Our hearts begin to calm their rhythm, the scent of lingering lavender drifting around us. I close my eyes as the last tremors fade.

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