Page 36 of Claim Me
His words alone, lines of poetry created from the intense hunger had prompted so many fantasies, tickling my mind with possibilities. Right or wrong, I needed to feel alive sinceeverything around me felt dead and gone. I was suffocating in sorrow, incapable of separating good from bad.
But what did it honestly matter?
My mind was still foggy, the images difficult to determine if real or the explicit fantasy, but they were full of vivid detail.
I craved everything about him.
His strength.
His resolve.
His warmth.
His touch.
And I needed his lips capturing mine as before, pulling me away from the nightmare and madness threatening to suffocate me.
He continued stroking my face, his eyes lighting up like the embers igniting my system.
“Marissa,” he breathed, his husky voice soothing, inviting. And comforting.
His scent was intoxicating: dark embers of smoky wood and spices, with a hint of the forest. It was powerful, just like the man who’d interrupted my life, becoming master of the house.
Now I wanted him to master my body, taking what he desired, claiming what rightfully belonged to him.
I pressed my hand against his chest as I’d done before, fisting his shirt even as I stared at the still damp blood. My fingers would stain, but the rush of longing would permanently remain within my soul.
Damn anyone who dared preach this was wrong, judging our needs, railing that we would go straight to hell. I no longer cared.
He slipped his hand to my neck, his long fingers squeezing possessively. As he lowered his head, he whispered something in Russian, but I could hear the words clearly. Maybe because our connection was so strong.
When his lips touched mine, I lost myself in the man, clinging to him as if he was the only lifeline that would ever matter. I didn’t understand what was happening or why my family had been targeted, but I knew in the back of my mind Kazimir would keep his promise to protect me.
How strange.
How crazy.
How… amazing.
He stiffened, every muscle in his carved body tensing, and I could feel the raggedness of his beating heart as well as the burning need that we’d both experienced since first meeting.
And I felt how much he wanted me, his cock thick and hard, throbbing as it pressed between my legs.
As he captured my mouth, instantly thrusting his tongue inside, I rose onto my tiptoes, ignoring the nagging feeling I was committing a sin. His touch alone added fuel to the fire and I rolled one hand up and over his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his thick locks tangled in my fingers.
He yanked me against him, his actions becoming rough and unruly. Just like I’d imagined him being. His touch alone seared my skin and my heart thudded as my pulse skyrocketed.
I knew there was risk in what we were doing. I’d seen the harsh look of guilt in the eyes of a man I doubted experienced it very often. It was as if I was forbidden fruit. Now that he knew the identity of his object of desire, he’d tried to shut down the deep yearning, but it had been too late.
The kiss was surreal, his tongue dominating mine in a perfect dance that I never wanted to end. Music was my heart, yet he was the master of the strings adding the chorus to the music I’d started writing.
For him.
It had flowed within me. Notes. Chords. Deep and resonating. I’d awakened to find him missing, terrified to find a guard standing on my doorstep, his presence menacing yet telling. I was in danger. Kazimir crushed his weight against mine and rubbed his hand down my back. When he cupped my buttocks, I was reminded of the spanking from earlier.
And somehow, for some insane reason, I wanted him to take full control of me. He growled into the kiss at the same time a ragged moan rushed up from my throat. I could feel the vibrations skimming through me, a soft echo reminding me he was all male.
His muscles were solid, so carved I was quivering. I needed to feel him, to have his naked body pressed against mine. The way he kissed me, completely unhinged and without any guilt was as if the world had shattered around us. There was no one else alive but the two of us.
