Page 43 of The Russian Pakhan's Forced Bride
Our breath catches at the same time, pausing to savor the rippling sensations…then it’s immediate ecstasy.
“Jesus Christ…” he utters against my lips while he enters me slowly, grazing everywhere at once for the first time. He braces himself against the bed and grabs my thigh, hooking it around his hip. Another groan slips from him as he gradually starts to move. “God…Victoria…”
I’m too stunned to form any words. Instead, a full-body shudder moves through me, and I immediately start to drift…losing myself to every feeling. Every wave of heat.
My fingers dig into his back, able to feel every twitch and flex of his muscles. With my eyes shut, I arch for him, letting my moans and gasps speak for me.
With a grunt, Roman thrusts a bit deeper, building and building his pace until he finds a rhythm that has us both grappling at each other, unable to get enough.
It’s all burning lust and uncoordinated need, but everything about it feels so right. So blindingly intense that everything else ceases to exist.
“Roman…” I murmur as my voice breaks with another moan. I card my fingers through his hair and lightly pull on the strands, hoping for any kind of tether to reality.
But as he keeps it up, pushing us both closer to the edge, I don’t see any point in staying grounded. Not when he pumps me full of crackling electricity. Not while my body becomes completely consumed by the never-ending hunger for more.
Our breaths mingle as our lips collide, sending my mind spiraling. At the same time, Roman delves deeper, giving me everything we’ve been denying ourselves.
The room shrinks as our sounds fill it, along with the overwhelming heat and passion.
I grip him like my life depends on it, letting his body guide me closer, and before I know it, the coiling tension pulls tighter and tighter within me, and I’m not willing to hold back.
As the kiss breaks and he focuses on driving his hips into me, I arch away from the bed, feeling my thighs start to tremble.
Immediately, he catches on, lowering a hand to the apex of my thighs. He rubs against me deftly, offering me far too many sensations to focus on at once.
“That’s it…you’re right on the brink,” Roman murmurs against my lips, nipping at my lower one. “Let go for me.”
The combination of his strokes, the tracing of his thumb, and the heat behind his words is too much for me to handle, and it all makes me snap.
At once, my entire body tenses while I clench around him, and I see nothing but stars and the crest of oblivion. My nails dig into his back, and with a broken cry, I come undone.
Like a catalyst, the pressure of my inner walls around him sends Roman toppling all the same, and he drops his face to my neck, groaning as his thrusts falter. He tenses, hits that high point, then gives way to the bliss right alongside my own.
His warmth surrounds me while he rides it out, arms bracing himself on either side of me.
Completely boneless, I sit in that afterglow, struggling to focus on anything other than his presence and the high he just offered me on a silver platter.
“Beautiful…” Roman murmurs, gathering himself enough to move to my side and pull me closer, tucking me against his body.
He’s all hot skin and muscle, and everything about it makes me feel surprisingly safe.
Even if my breaths have started to even out again, I can’t find the words to say. I can’t possibly express the heights I just reached.
Instead, I focus on his warmth and the fulfillment that will surely stick with me for a long time to come.
I don’t care about the potential consequences…not when it felt so good.
Chapter 15 - Roman
Even with a sense of relief surrounding me, I expected the tension to be completely gone. I thought having sex with Victoria would mostly get it out of my system and help me concentrate on other matters, but it seems I was completely off base.
It’s been two days since I had her, and that craving hasn’t gone away…in fact, I’m willing to admit it has only gotten worse.
I know what it’s like to hear her moan my name, to feel the way her skin heats up when she starts giving herself over to me. I’ve felt the dig of her nails in my back, and I’ve seen how gorgeous she looks when she comes undone for me.
Everything about it was far more hypnotizing than I imagined it would be, but with those memories fresh in my mind, I want it again.
I want her, and I want that release. I want what only she can give me now.
