Page 14 of Scarlet Secrets

His grin rips into my heart. There’s something so intimate about it that turns me on all over again, to the high and dangerous levels, and I lean down and kiss him.

But he’s got different ideas. He slides his hands into my hair and brings my mouth to his, kissing me with soft, seductive kisses. They’re deadly symphonies, designed to pull a woman apart and put her together, only to shatter her again and again. Every part of me is already thrumming and when he flips us so he’s on top, I let him.

Let? I don’t think this man can be stopped. He kisses his way down over me. Lips and cheeks, my throat, taking his time to lick and suck as he goes. It’s golden liquid fire wherever he touches.

My hands, thighs, calves, feet. Back between my thighs.And to my mouth once more. He’s everywhere. Almost like I’m on an altar and he’s the priest worshipping me.

My heart and soul flutter at the thought and it’s a warmth that spreads through me, from that one thing. Like I’m wanted.

He rises and strips.

I know he’s done this countless times, seduced women. The honeyed forwardness of giving me an out, the way he asked me point-blank.

Not like he was showing off, but like it was nothing. Asking was nothing, but I was something.

My breath catches at that.

“You have an expressive face. Did you come to an epiphany about the asshole who hurt you,Lyubimaya?”

“I feel… wanted. For the first time in a long time,” I say, not hiding the tremor in my voice. “I feel beautiful, special, wanted. A prize.”

Again, that gem of a smile appears, and he pumps his impressive—thick, long—cock with one hand. “You are. All that. More. And I have tonight to show you just how much.”

He comes over to me and pushes my thighs apart. I expect… I don’t know, but not the soft kisses, the way he stretches me before pushing slowly into me.

“Fuck, you are tight.”

And he’s big. Too big. I know Toby was decent, but this man… holy cow.

When he’s all the way in, he wraps my legs around him and then he starts to move. Thrusting deep with moves that are deliberate, controlled, getting harder, deeper, never faster. But I’m shaking and moaning. The pleasure starts to beat. Shivery waves of heat.

He’s not kissing me. He’s watching me. And it’s intense. It’s breathtaking.

Every time I think I’m going to start to come again, he changes his pace until he groans and pulls out.

Before I know what’s happening, he flips me, pulling me to the edge of the bed, and he pushes me down a little. He grabs my hips and slams balls deep into me. A wave of pain that’s dull and tinged by something good ricochets. His balls slap up. He angles me again and when he thrusts in, it’s deeper, I’m narrower or he’s bigger, but I feel him. Everywhere.

My pussy squeezes him, pulsating on its own. Like a tiny orgasm takes me.

But he doesn’t slow his pace. His fingers dig into me, biting deep, and he starts to let loose, fucking me hard, like he’s fucking every atom of me, and all I can do is moan and cry and plead and lift my hips, pushing back into him, greedy for even more.

I’m unspooling, coming apart, and I try and try to let the pleasure spin out. I try not to come, but with a grunt, he reaches around and rubs my clit and I explode, him immediately after, his cock twitching as his cum floods me in spurts, deep inside.

Trembling, I lay there as he collapses down on me, then eases out. Then he pulls me up to the top of the bed. A wave of exhaustion hits me. I don’t know how long we’ve been at this. Minutes? Hours? I’ve come more than I did for the last year of my relationship and it’s a revelation I can float on.

“That was…”

“Seeing stars?”

I grin into him, wiggling back, sticky, messy, sore, and he just throws an arm around me and holds me close. “Yes. Systems of them.”

“Good.”

“I can’t keep my eyes open.”

He smooths my damp hair from my throat and kisses it before hugging me in tighter. “Then don’t.”

I start drifting when he speaks again.

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