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“God, yes, Sevastyan! I don’t need gentle. I need you. All of you right now. If you don’t do something about the heat burning me up inside right now, I’m going to lose it.”
“Your ours. Do you hear me? No other man will ever touch you. Do you hear what I am saying?”
“Can you handle being mine? It goes both ways.”
“It would kill me to touch another woman. It’s you. Only you.”
A spike of arousal jolted through her when he dragged the thick head of his shaft over the slick slit of her entrance to nudge against the swollen bud of her clit again.
“Oh,” she cried out from the sudden burst of sensations arrowing through her.
Strong hands held her close, safe.
He held her body against him, his hands holding her wide as he slowly rocked his hips, teasing her by repeatedly rubbing the head of his cock over her throbbing nub.
She moaned, burying her hands into his wet hair as powerful greed drove her heels into his backside.
“Sevastyan, stop teasing me. I need you.” Her groaned command came out husky.
“Say it again. Tell me what you want.”
The heat of his cock seared her tender flesh as his words slid over her senses like a softly spoken command, and it sent a thrill over her entire body.
She took his face in her palms, his short beard harsh against her flesh. He infuriated her, calmed her, made her feel special and wanted. “You. I want you. Deep in me, marking my body. Taking me hard and fast or slow and gentle. Whatever you need from me. Take it. I want to feel your silky hard length in my mouth, I want to feel your tongue on my clit, and I want you to make me come so hard I’ll never forget the way you made me feel when I leave here.”
Something akin to fear flashed across his expression and thick, roped muscle bunched beneath her hands. She hadn’t meant to say those words; they’d slipped out due to her old thoughts. But to see the sheer possessive side of him flare to life caused her whole body to tremble.
He slashed his gaze to hers. “You’re not going anywhere—now get ready,” he commanded. He eased her feet to the warm tiles of the shower and lowered to his knees, lifting a leg over a broad, well-defined, muscled shoulder. She couldn’t take her eyes off of how every movement made his tattoos shift and bulge.
Thirst and lust drove them both.
With two fingers he parted her flesh. His sharp gaze caught the moment the pink, throbbing tip of her clit peaked out, and he growled in appreciation.
She hesitated a moment, holding her breath.
“So fucking beautiful. I should take pictures and send them to the men. Tease them with all this juicy pussy I have for myself.” He leaned forward and flicked the tip of his tongue against her bud, causing her to shudder. “Spill your juices over my tongue.”
She cried out, arching into his hands and mouth from the sudden attack against her clit when he sucked the tender flesh between his lips. He clamped his hands on her hips, holding her in place as he stroked her velvety folds with the thickness of his tongue. Nibbling, licking, sucking until he had her panting so hard he pulled a wail of pleasure from her that made her knees weak.
Rhia sank her hands into his hair and held him closer to her center.
“Come for me. Give me what I want,” he said against her most tender of spots.
His voice was dark, ragged, and on the verge of losing control, too.
She clawed at his shoulders, panting for air. “My God, Sevastyan,” she cried in awe. “Don’t stop!”
She gasped and she got the sense he took great pride in making her feel such deep pleasure. “My turn,” she begged as he rose to his feet.
Gently, she took his hardness in her hands and slowly wrapped her fingers around his thick, heavy cock. His head fell back and he groaned, but his hands clamped down on her elbows that kept her from sinking to her knees.
“Later.” He moved to where his broad shoulders blocked the water and he had her pinned against the shower wall again so fast she didn’t have time to protest.
She gasped when he circled the opening of her sensitive flesh, positioning the thick head of his arousal at her entrance. She moaned when the blunt head pushed her folds open and her slick channel widened to accept his girth. His back arched, causing her to moan with the brilliant euphoria filling her as he breached her entrance.
His face tightened with raw, stark need.
He held her gaze as he slowly sank into her, stretching her tight, velvety walls. “Sevastyan,” she breathed heavily, pulling him to her, needing to feel his body with her own.
