Page 4 of The Den of Sin
My heart thundered and my earlier resolution was out the window. This man was a masterpiece, everything from his mouth, unusual hair color, all the way down to his expensive shoes. I chewed on my lip, picturing how it would feel to kiss him.
Just once, I told myself.One taste.
Our eyes met and I held my breath, worried I’d break the moment. Was that desire in his eyes? His hand came up to my face, and he brushed my cheek with his big fingers, the touch feather light. It shot shivers down my body. I had never felt anything like it when touched by anyone else. A pure shot of lust.
His gaze was one of a predator, hungry and intense. Heat burned in those beautiful eyes, igniting every inch of my skin.
The next second, his lips crashed against mine, his strong hands wrapping around my body and molding me to his chest. My pulse skyrocketed, tremors vibrated through my blood with an intensity I would never forget. His warm breath was the oxygen I never knew I needed.
A moan echoed through the empty room, and it was mine. He felt so good, each fiber of me shivering for him. His tongue thrust into my mouth, tasting me, kissing me with passion and need. The same need that I felt for him.
I felt his hard cock pressed against my stomach and the feeling made my pussy clench. My body fit perfectly against his, like we’d done this thousands of times before. Like my body was always meant to mold into his.
Not one single reason worked at that moment. Even if it did, I’d wanted this from the second I’d laid eyes on him. All my thoughts fled, leaving only one behind.
I crave this man. More.I would have more from him.
In frantic movements, we kicked off our shoes. In one swift move, he got rid of my dress, discarding it onto the floor. The sound of a zipper was followed by the tearing sound of my panties. He tossed my shredded panties to the floor and my eager hands stripped his suit jacket off, letting it fall onto the ground. Then in rushed, swift movements I unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, eager to see him and feel his skin under my fingers.
The moment I saw his ripped, hard abs, a gasp left my lips. He was a work of art; muscles underneath sun-kissed, tanned skin.
I reached for his pants, my eyes eager to see all of him. He must have been just as eager because he assisted with getting rid of his pants and then his socks followed. My mouth dried at his magnificent body, my eyes drinking in the sight. From his strong, wide shoulders to his chest, amazing abs to… My eyes lingered on his torso.
“Fuck,” I muttered, swallowing hard. He was big, everywhere. And I mean everywhere.
He pushed his body closer to mine, skin on hot skin. Every inch of me hummed with overwhelming need for him, inflaming my skin.
This is what I have been waiting for, this man!
I thought I’d burn out any second. His big, rough hands roamed all over my body, marking it as his. Everywhere he touched, he left a sizzling, hot sensation in its wake.
I panted with need, unrecognizable words leaving my lips, and his murmuring words in Russian that I couldn’t understand. It wouldn’t have mattered if he had spoken them in English anyway. I was too far gone; I wouldn’t have understood any of it.
He slammed me against the wall, his lips back on mine. His tongue was merciless, tangling with mine, tasting me, exploring every inch of my mouth. My moans and our heavy breathing were the only sounds in the room. The whole world ceased to exist. This was so much better than any of my fantasies.
I hooked my leg around his waist and felt his cock against my entrance. Ihadto feel him inside me. There was a lingering thought I should tell him. I should warn him that I was a virgin. I pushed the thought aside and kissed him feverishly, eager for all of him.
He grabbed my ass, both my legs hooked around him and without warning, he slammed inside me, all the way to the hilt and a scream escaped me. I knew there would be pain, I just didn’t expect that much pain. He stilled, his eyes searching out mine.
“You’re so big,” I murmured breathlessly.
I didn’t want him to stop because I was a virgin; I needed this. He needed it; I could sense it within every cell of my body. He had to sate this need in the pit of my belly. The flames burned through my veins, and he was the only one that could extinguish them.
“Please, don’t stop,” I breathed out.
If I had only known he’d set a blazing inferno that my body would never forget.
His hand reached between us, his finger on my clit, while his mouth trailed down my neck, nipping and marking my skin. The pain slowly eased and a soft moan escaped me as his finger rubbed my sensitive spot. My body arched into him, wanting him closer, needing more of him.
I wrapped my legs tightly around him and he started moving, slow initially and then faster and harder. His control slipped with each thrust. He fucked me relentlessly and hard. The initial burning sensation each time he thrust into me changed into friction and hot need. His right hand roamed roughly all over my body while his left kept me pinned against the wall, rutting me with ruthless, primitive need.
I searched out his lips, needing to taste him again. He took my mouth, offering me everything I could have ever dreamed of in his kiss and touch. He sucked on my tongue, kissing hard, setting a blaze through me. My vision turned hazy, my heart thundering hard against my chest, matching the pulse between my legs. We kissed frantically, hunger and desperation mixing as he continued pounding into me. Each time he moved, he pushed against my throbbing clit taking me higher and higher.
His lips trailed down my neck, Russian words against my skin. My head fell back against the wall with his name on my lips, a soft moan. Closing my eyes, the heat built and my heart stilled for a fraction of a second before my body burst into a million pieces. A languid heat swam through my bloodstream as my pussy clenched around his thick cock and my body convulsed against his as a liquid pleasure burst through every single fiber of me.
“Malyshka,” he grunted loudly, his hips working like pistons, thrusting into me through my orgasm. “Fuck.”
He bit into my collarbone, branding me as his before he followed me over the cliff, shuddering in my arms. This was addictive. Amazing. I wanted more. He murmured foreign words against my neck and my body melted. For him.
