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Our breaths hitch at the same time when my arse presses against his—bloody hell.

He’s hard. He’s hard and is pressed against me. He grunts slightly before attempting to take a step back but I follow and almost rub myself against him.

He stills, his fingers splaying all over my torso.

“Elara?” He asks, clearing his throat but I don’t bother with a reply, too busy drowning myself in the warmth that spreads all over me upon the contact.

“Sergei.” I hiss when he tries to take another step away from me.

“What are you doing, Elara?” His horse voice further turns me on, forcing me to clench my thighs.

“I don’t know.” I reply honestly.

“I’m going to step away and you’re going to hold still.” He orders and I find myself shaking my head. The unfamiliar desperation making me brazen.

My stomach flutters when his fingers press firmly into my skin as if wanting to pull me closer. I start to turn but his grip on me renders me immobile.

“Elara, do not fucking move.” His words are forced out through his jaw, tight and clipped, physically restraining them from breaking apart.

And for the love of God, I don’t listen and move.

I press myself harder against his hard cock, searching for friction when his hand leaves my torso and presses flat against the glass window.

“Do you want to fucking test me, woman?” He growls in my ear and steps closer. My chest touches the glass in front of me but he doesn’t seem to care, and moves closer.

“Do I?” I quip hurriedly.

“I’ll fucking take you, Elara.” He warns. “And I’ll take you like an animal.” He catches both my wrists in one hand, holding them steady while his other hand leaves the glass.

His fingers hovering over my cheek, ever so slowly, sensually, before he wraps them around my neck.

I lean my head back, resting it on his shoulder to steady myself. What am I doing?

His tongue darts out as he licks my cheek and my eyes widen. I attempt to move but remember that I’m completely at his mercy.

He wedges his knee between my legs parting them and I gasp when his thigh sits firmly between my legs, almost… touching.

“When I say do not test me, I mean it.” He turns me around, his hand still on my throat while the other roams all over my body, while his knee finds it’s place back between my thighs, only this time, he’s closer.

I all but grind, letting the raw need take over as his hand moves, going up and up, touching my breasts in the most sensual way, I feel a current travel through my body.

His touch is feather-like, his movements intentional avoiding all the rashes as if has an image of them engraved in his brain.

“Sergei.” I almost moan, biting my lips to kill another embarrassing mewl.

My hands lift, landing on his chest to pull him closer when I should be pushing him away.

His gaze is stuck on my lips, slightly parted, hunger evident in his eyes as he gawks at me.

“The things I’ll do to you.” His tongue darts out, leaving a hot trail of his saliva from my neck to my cheek and I let out a small giggle.

I’m dumbfounded, almost as stunned as him. He takes a step back to look at me, really look at me, none of us expecting a happy sound from me.

“Fucking hell.” He grunts. “Did you just laugh?” And I see the exact moment his restraint snaps as he slams his lips on mine and the world just stops existing.

Hunger is all I see when my hands grab his hair to pull him as close as humanly possible.

My body bends backwards and he tags along following me. His one hand on my neck and other in my hair, pressing me flush against his chest.