Page 65 of The Pakhan's Secret Baby

He sighs, pulls me tighter against his chest.

"We had so much in common, but I got distracted and busy, and then... well..."

"You were pretty old," I say absently, which causes him to chuckle. When he quiets, I say, "But I loved everything about you that night. I couldn’t believe you knew so much about art and the masters. And it felt like some fairytale. I was just a poor college student, and you were this wealthy man..." I turn toward him, wrapping my arms around him in a strange show of affection that feels right.

"But you left." He sounds cold, as if my ghosting him actually hurt him. I didn't realize he was capable of emotions.

"You have that tattoo all over your chest, and what was I supposed to do? That's scary shit."

His hand strums my back and I curl into him deeper. It's like we're finally taking down walls to be vulnerable, and I like it. I may not enjoy what this man is or his methods, but the passionate man I met almost three years ago is still in there.

"I'm old, huh?"

"Mmmm," I hum, suddenly feeling his body responding to me being so close.

"When I saw those Gusev men putting you in their car, all I could think of was slaughtering them...."

His confession is attractive to me. Maybe I'm just an idiot, but feeling safe is the one thing I need right now, and his strength makes me want to melt into him.

"So Batya was right?" My heart sinks a little as I realize maybe I've judged my father a little harshly, but he did deserve that.

"I would kill for you, Emory. Don't ever mistake that."

I lift my chin to attempt to look him in the eye, but his lips brush over mine. His hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I open my mouth and our tongues meet. His other hand slides under my t-shirt, groping my breast and squeezing.

I shift against him, tracing the muscles on his chest before Rashid breaks the kiss briefly to tug my t-shirt upward. I raise my arms so he can pull it off and his mouth returns to mine immediately, deeper now. The kiss is warm and sensual, causing me to grind my hips against him in consent.

He rolls on top of me, and one hand moves down, cupping me between the legs and rubbing through the fabric. I moan softly into his mouth, lifting my hips as I reach down and push his boxers lower, freeing him. My hand wraps around his length and strokes slowly.

Rashid groans, shoving my panties aside and pushing his fingers inside me. He kisses me harder, groping my thigh and waist while I pull his boxers completely off.

He keeps his fingers buried deep as he shifts lower, trailing hot kisses down my stomach. With his free hand he hooks into the waistband of my panties and yanks them down my legs. I lift my hips, letting him strip them away completely before he discards them. The cool air hits my wet skin, but only for a momentbefore his shoulders settle between my thighs, spreading me open wider.

When his hot breath ghosts over my exposed skin, it sends a shiver up my spine; then his tongue drags slowly along my folds in one long, heated stroke. My breath hitches as he licks again, savoring me as if he has all the time in the world.

A rush of heat floods through my core and I clutch the sheets, twisting the fabric between my fingers while his tongue circles my clit with precise, teasing pressure. It's so incredible the way he makes me feel as he sucks, alternating between broad, wet licks and focused attention that makes my hips buck against his mouth. Soft moans escape me as pleasure sparks with every pass.

He slips two fingers back inside me, curling them in that perfect way while his mouth continues its relentless work on my clit. The dual sensation overwhelms me, making my back arch off the mattress. I bury my fingers in his hair, gripping tightly as the intensity builds. It's so fast and powerful I couldn't slow it if I tried, and when he growls, the vibration makes it more intense.

My thighs quiver around his head as tension coils in my belly until I can barely breathe. The pleasure crests in a blinding peak that causes my body to jerk upward. I come hard against his tongue, shuddering with sharp waves that leave me gasping and trembling until I'm twitching and limp.

He keeps licking softly through the aftershocks, drawing every last pulse from me. Only then does he press one final kiss to the inside of my thigh and begin working his way back up my body, trailing slow kisses along my stomach and chest until his mouth finds mine again. I taste myself on his tongue as he settles between my legs, where his cock presses against my entrance.I wrap my legs around his waist without thinking, pulling him closer.

He positions himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging against my slick folds, still sensitive from my release. I feel every inch as he pushes forward slowly, stretching me open and sinking deep until I feel him grind into my back wall.

“Oh God,” I breathe, clutching his shoulders. “So deep..."

He groans against my neck and begins to move, rocking his hips and thrusting into me. “You’re so tight,” he growls. Each thrust grows stronger, driving into me with increasing force until the bed creaks and I arch into him, digging my heels into the backs of his thighs so he'll go deeper.

“Deeper,” I gasp, nails digging into his back. “Please.”

His pace quickens, hips snapping forward harder, and angles himself to hit that perfect spot with every stroke, sending waves of heat through my core. Sweat slicks my body, but I want more. My hips grind with him, finding the rhythm he's set and matching it so every drag of his dick along my g-spot creates more friction.

“You feel incredible,” he says between thrusts. "God I want to do this all night."

I moan loudly, back bowing off the mattress as pleasure coils tighter. His thumb finds my clit, circling in time with his movements, and the action only positions my pelvis for him to grind deeper. The sensation pushes me closer to the edge, and my walls start fluttering around his thick length. The pressure behind this dam is about to burst, and I’m going to lose control. I feel frantic and uninhibited.

“I’m close,” I whimper, gripping him harder. “Don’t stop.”