Page 100 of Brutal Unionn
“I’m disgusting,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
Sho lifts my chin again, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“No,” he says. “You’re mine.”
His words ignite something primal in me, a fire that refuses to be contained. I press my body closer, feeling the hardness of his desire through the thin fabric of his pants. My hands slide down his chest, nails dragging lightly over his skin, leaving faint trails of sensation that make him shudder beneath me.
He groans softly, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “Let me feel you,” I murmur, my voice husky with need. His muscles tense as I shift slightly, aligning myself perfectly over him. The friction is electric, sending waves of arousal coursing through me. His breathing quickens, becoming ragged as I begin to rock against him rhythmically.
“Nadia,” he growls, his voice strained with restraint. But I don’t stop; instead, I increase the pace, grinding harder against him. Each movement is deliberate, designed to drive both of us wild with desire. His hands move from my hips to my ass, squeezing firmly as he encourages my motions.
I lean forward slightly, capturing his lips once more in a deep kiss. Our tongues dance together passionately as our bodies continue seeking release through our intertwined forms. His hands roam freely across my back before slipping underneath my tank top to caress bare skin.
Heat floods between my legs when his fingers trace along sensitive areas on either side of my spine causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. Breaking away from our kiss momentarily for air only intensifies this feeling further because now we’re locked eye-to-eye while still maintaining physical contact through slow rhythmic movements which neither seems willing or able to interrupt just yet.
“Take it off,” he commands hoarsely, referring to my top. I snake my hands down, but Sho’s hands are everywhere.
He pulls at the hem of my tank top, yanking it up and over my head until it’s a crumpled mess on the floor beside us. My breath hitches as his palms skim up my sides, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. His touch is electric, setting every nerve in my body alight. I arch into him, desperate for more, and he doesn’t make me wait. His mouth crashes into mine again, hot and demanding, as one hand cups my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it stiffens under his touch.
I moan into his mouth, my hips grinding harder against his. The friction is unbearable, my body trembling with the need for relief. He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged against my neck as he works his way down, teeth grazing my collarbone before sucking at the sensitive skin there. I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
“Sho,” I breathe, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. He growls in response, his hands sliding down to grip the waistband of my jeans. He doesn’t ask permission, doesn’t waste time—just pops the button and drags the zipper down in one swift motion. I lift my hips impatiently, and he yanks them off along with my socks, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
His eyes darken as he takes me in, his gaze raking over my body like it’s the first time he’s ever seen it. “Fuck, Nadia,” he mutters, his voice rough with desire. He leans in, his lips trailing down my chest, each kiss sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. When his mouth closes over my nipple, I cry out, my back arching off the floor as he sucks and teases, alternating between gentle nips and hard pulls that leave me gasping for air.
His hand slides lower, fingers slipping underneath the thin fabric of my panties to tease at the wet heat between my legs. I bite my lip to stifle another moan, but it’s impossible to stay quiet when he strokes me with such precision, his fingers sliding through my slick folds before pressing firmly against my clit.
“God, Sho,” I whimper, my hips bucking against his hand. He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine, and increases the pressure, his fingers moving in steady circles that have me on the edge in seconds. I can feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I’m ready to snap.
He leans up, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, swallowing my moans as he continues to work me with his hand. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming apart, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm as I cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Let go.”
I collapse back onto the cushions, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Sho watches me with hungry eyes, his own breathing just as erratic as he pulls off his pants, revealing the hard length of his cock. He strokes himself slowly, his gaze never leaving mine as he moves to hover over me, positioning himself at my entrance.
“Tell me you want me,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. I look up at him, my heart pounding in my chest as I nod frantically.
“Please,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper. And then he’s inside me, filling me completely in one swift thrust. I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist as he starts to move, eachstroke driving me closer to the edge again. His pace is relentless, every snap of his hips hitting that sweet spot inside me until I’m completely lost in the sensations coursing through my body.
He pauses mid-thrust, his body taut above me, as he pulls out, a needy little groan leaving my lips, but before I can react, his hands are on my hips, flipping me onto my stomach with a roughness that sends a thrill through me. The cushions beneath my knees are soft yet firm, grounding me as I feel him shift behind me. My breath catches in my throat, anticipation coiling low in my belly.
“Sho—” I start, but his hands are already gripping my hips, pulling me back toward him. His chest presses against my back, hot and solid, and I can feel the length of him hard and insistent against my ass. My fingers dig into the cushions, the leather cool against my palms, while his lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice rough and commanding, sending shivers down my spine. His teeth graze my shoulder, a sharp bite that makes me gasp, and then his hands are spreading me open, positioning himself at my entrance once more.
I press my forehead into the cushions, my body arching instinctively as he thrusts into me with a force that steals my breath. There’s no hesitation, no gentleness—just raw, unrelenting possession. His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me back to meet every deep, deliberate stroke.
Mine, his movements seem to say, his breath hot against my skin.Always mine.
I moan, the sound muffled by the cushions, my nails clawing at the leather beneath me. Every thrust sends waves of pleasurerippling through me, building that familiar tension in my core. He’s relentless, his pace unyielding, and I can feel the sweat slicking our skin where we’re pressed together.
“Harder,” I gasp, barely recognizing my own voice. He obeys without hesitation, driving into me with a force that pushes me further into the cushions. My body trembles with the intensity of it, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. His hand slips around my hip, his fingers finding my clit, and the dual sensation is almost too much.
“Come for me,” he demands, his voice a low growl that reverberates through me. And I do, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. He follows moments later, his rhythm faltering as he buries himself deep inside me, his groan hot against my skin.
For a moment, we’re both still, panting and trembling, our bodies slick with sweat. Then he eases himself out gently, as he shifts beneath me, before pulling me down onto his chest. I curl against him, my ear pressed to his racing heartbeat, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close.
“I love you,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can think about them. His arms tighten around me, and he presses a kiss to the top of my head.
