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His guttural sounds flowed through my ears, stirring the darkest reaches of my heart and soul. Just the way the rough pads of his fingers tingled my skin kept me fully aroused. As he shifted to my other nipple, he pinched the first one between his thumb and forefinger, immediate anguish sizzling every nerve ending.
“Oh. Oh…” My body was swaying, even in his firm hold, my mind a blurry mess of images and fantasies I’d never thought would come true. Was our meeting some tragic luck or divine intervention? Did it really matter at this point? As he sucked on my tender bud, I kept my eyes closed, whimpering more than I had before.
He bit down, pulling the tender tissue between his teeth, the heated wash of his mouth driving me crazy. I struggled to wrap my hand around his cock, finally able to stroke the tip. He tensed almost immediately, then gently eased me to the bed, nestling my head on the pillow.
The way he hovered over me was possessive, the limited light unable to hide the way he was looking intently into my eyes. It was as if he was searching my soul, perhaps looking for his own.
“What was the beautiful song?” he asked in the same husky voice, the sound keeping me on the amazing edge.
“Just something I wrote, a sudden inspiration.”
“For your brother?” He’d lifted his head, his eyes darting back and forth across mine.
“No, for you.”
“Why?” He was genuinely surprised.
“Because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted and nothing I thought I could have.” The admittance shocked and terrified me.
Yet it was the truth.
The look on his face changed, softening in a way I never expected.
He was no longer just my protector.
He was about to become my lover.
CHAPTER 12
Marissa
Kazimir took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before easing me onto my back on the bed. As he hovered over me, he shook his head and I was certain he was doing nothing more than tucking me into bed like he’d done before, walking away before we made a mistake.
That didn’t happen.
Instead, he flexed his fingers, placing the tips against my face. With the gentleness of a maestro, he pulled his hand down ever so slowly, all while our eyes locked together, our breath chiming to the same beat. He continued trailing the same path, taking his time to shatter my last resolve with his gentle touch.
I longed to reach for him, to pull him down and beg him to fuck me. Something told me that wouldn’t be allowed. The man was used to absolute control. I dared not blink as I studied his expressions, every inflection and every nuance allowing me to learn a little more about him.
He was a ladies’ man, a playboy. That much I’d managed to capture from looking at the internet. Yet I sensed he’d never been happy, at least in love.
The picture with my brother had allowed me to see another side of him. He’d been happier then. Just like Charlie.
Maybe there was an incredible side to Kazimir that he’d never allowed anyone to see.
Even if the little voice inside my head reminded me he’d just murdered someone in cold blood. Maybe worse than the reality of what he’d done was the realization I wasn’t certain I cared. An eye for an eye. Maybe I wasn’t the good person I’d believed myself to be after all.
“Kazimir,” I whispered when he rolled his finger around my belly button. I was suddenly tense all over, my lack of experience and the craziness of the day creating a wave of fear.
“Shush,” he stated in his commanding tone. “Don’t talk. Just enjoy.”
The few words sent another rush of excitement into me and the second he nipped my chin, I arched my back, opening my legs as a blatant invitation. He pulled back, his nostrils flaring as he lowered his head, allowing his eyes to trail all the way down to my smooth pussy. As he started to pepper kisses across my shoulder, I twisted back and forth on the sheets. Just the way he was taking his time continuing his exploration, darting his tongue across my skin was driving me crazy. The need only continued to build, pushing the limits of pleasure, guiding me straight into the beginnings of rapture.
When he reached my stomach, I fisted my hands, another wave of embarrassment stifling my breath.
“Relax, my beautiful virtuoso. No one will ever hurt you again. I’m going to give you a taste of your fantasy.” The husky tone of his voice was soothing, but when he passed his hand across my naked pussy, I jerked up from the bed, my breathing shallow.
He crawled between my legs, lifting and spreading them wide. There was no rush, no push to get me to do anything, just an amazing closeness as he rubbed his hands on my inner thighs. His caress was soft, tingly, and amazing. I closed my eyes as he blew across my wetness, muttering something under his breath that I couldn’t understand.
