Page 48 of Cruel Russian Monster
“This thing that’s going to happen between us…it’s casual.”
I kissed her again, murmuring against her lips. “Agreed. This can’t go further than sex.”
As my mouth trailed down her neck, she said, “After all…we’re married. Married couples have sex all the time. It doesn’t mean they have to like each other.”
“Mmhmm,” I grunted against her skin, backing her toward the bed.
I was too intoxicated by her taste to clearly hear the words she was speaking. I wanted to bury myself deep in her. But I need to get her clothes off.
My hands slid beneath her top, finding her warm skin.
“Jaro…”
Fuck.
I’d forgotten how much I missed hearing my name escape her lips in that soft, needy tone.
I tugged her top over her head and took a step back, admiring the red lace barely covering her full breasts. Her nipples were taut beneath the thin fabric, begging to be released.
“Take off the bra,” I commanded in a strained voice.
Vera smirked as her hands moved behind her back. She unhooked the clasp, pulled the lace off slowly, teasing me, then let it fall.
My cock hardened as I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples hard. Vera clung to me as she closed her eyes and moaned.
I growled. “Fucking beautiful, malishka.”
Then I crushed my mouth to hers again and gently eased her down on the bed.
Chapter 14 - Vera
I inched back on the bed as Jaroslav kissed me possessively as my hands tangled in his hair, his body pressed against mine.
When he finally tore his mouth from mine, my whimper turned into a moan as his lips trailed between my breasts, his five o’clock shadow brushing against my skin and sending sparks along every nerve.
Then his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as he pinched the other between two fingers. I gasped, my back arching, body offering itself up to him like a fucking sacrifice.
There was no gentleness in the way he worshipped me. He took what he wanted, and I wanted him to have all of me.
He moved from one breast to the other, biting and soothing in turns, coaxing sounds from me that only he could. I rolled my hips, desperate for his hands to move lower, to move where I really wanted them to be.
A growl rumbled in the back of his throat before trailing his mouth down my stomach. With one firm tug, he unbuttoned my jeans, and in one smooth motion, he stripped off my jeans and panties.
He stepped back, his eyes glistening, silver raking over me like he wanted to devour me alive…and truth be told, I'd let him.
With every second that passed, my pulse increased, but I refused to cover myself.
“Open for me,” he said, huskily.
I swallowed hard and lifted my hands above my head, fingers curling into the sheets. I planted my feet on the bed and parted my legs, exposing myself to him fully.
His jaw clenched. He looked like a man holding back a storm. And I wanted him to break all over me.
“Am I the only one getting naked here,” I said, smirking, “or are you planning to join me?”
Jaroslav’s mouth curved, more of a warning than a smile.
His boots hit the floor first, then his socks. When his shirt came off, I sucked in a breath. When he was wounded, I didn't have time to appreciate how well he kept up his body…but now?
