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His other hand finds my hip, and in a flash, he pulls me off my chair and into his arms as he kisses me passionately. Tongue stroking between my teeth, he claims my mouth, the crisp taste of wine mingling with his deliciously masculine flavor.
Resting my palms lightly on his marble-cut chest, I melt against him. How any woman could resist this, I don’t know, but I’ll take what I can get because Maks might be the single most impressive specimen I’ll ever have the opportunity to be with. I refuse to feel guilty or ashamed of having fun with him. Zoe’s right. I need to let loose and enjoy myself every now and again.
His large hands roam over my body, up my back to unclasp my bra with a flick of his fingers, then down to grope my butt. Heat floods the peak of my thighs as he turns me on in an instant, and I gasp when his fingers travel down my thighs to lift the hem of my dress.
“Maks,” I object, embarrassment crawling up my neck and pooling in my cheeks as I think about the guards I spotted in the living room. “Your men.”
He pauses in his advances long enough to glance where they used to be, but when I follow his gaze, I find that we’re entirely alone.
“My men know their jobs well, and that includes knowing when it’s time to leave,” he murmurs. Then his eyes shift back to mine, and amusement dances in their silver depths. “Now, where were we?”
“I think you were about to lay me out on your counter and have your way with me,” I breathe, my heart fluttering.
Maks hums appreciatively. “I like the way you think.” Then his hands travel the rest of the way up my thighs to grasp the waistline of my panties.
He pulls them down slowly this time, his eyes watching my face as the fabric whispers between my thighs, raising goosebumps along the way. My eyelids droop as a lusty shiver runs down my spine. When he drops the lacy lingerie, I step out of it.
Strong hands grip my waist a moment later, and Maks stands, lifting and depositing me on the smooth surface of the island countertop in one fluid motion. I gasp at the sudden bite of cold granite against the backs of my thighs, but before I can protest, he grabs me by the backs of my knees and pulls me roughly against his hips.
With my thighs snugly wrapped around his waist, I perch at the edge of the countertop, waiting with bated breath for what he’ll do next.
“I could eat you up,krasivaya,” he warns, the threat sounding all too appealing.
As he leans in to devour my lips, one arm snakes around the small of my back to hold me close. The other reaches between us to untie my dress once more. It falls open, and I shrug quickly out of it, eager to feel the warm, bare skin of his chest that he didn’t bother to cover up after our first round of sex.
Next goes my bra as I toss it impatiently aside, and then Maks’s bulging arms enclose my exposed torso, pulling me firmly against his chest as he kisses the breath from my lungs.
I can’t remember a time when I craved someone as deeply as I do this beast of a man before me. He brings out a side of me that I never knew existed. I never want this to end.
Filled with a wild daring, I reach between us to work my fingers beneath the waistband of his perfectly fitted joggers and wrap my fingers around the iron rod of his cock. He groans, the sound haunting as his erection twitches in my grasp.
The sense of empowerment that floods my chest leaves me aching for more.
“I need you,” I plead on a breath.
Maks digs into the pocket of his sweats and pulls out another foil wrapper. Tearing into it with his teeth, he pulls out the rubber in one smooth move, and this time, I take the liberty of shoving his sweats down over his hips as he rolls the condom on.
Then he hooks my left knee over his forearm and lines up with my entrance.
I’m still so wet from our first round of sex and the multiple orgasms he gave me that he slides inside me with ease. When he claims me this time, it’s rough and demanding and sinfully pleasurable.
He fills me as if he can’t hold back, can’t restrain himself enough to be gentle. And I love it.
This desperate passion sets my skin ablaze and awakens a throbbing ache that leaves me begging for more.
“You like it rough?” he growls, thrusting inside me hard and fast, his hands greedy in the exploration of my body.
“Yes!” I mewl, trembling with the intensity of my rapidly building release.
“God, I can’t tell if you’re sent from heaven or a demon come to satisfy all my wicked ways.”
The torturous ecstasy in his rasping voice lights a fire inside me, and somehow, being called a demon feels like a greater compliment than I ever could have imagined. I know just what he means. Maks could be the devil, here to tempt me with the most delicious of mortal sins, and I would gladly give him my soul for this kind of pleasure.
“Make me come, Maks. I want to come,” I plead, hovering so close to the brink that I feel I might explode if he doesn’t give me what I need.
Releasing my knee, Maks reaches between us to press the pad of his thumb to my clit, and it only takes the slightest pressure to send me toppling into oblivion. Arching back over his arm, I grasp his broad shoulders as I let the heavenly bliss consume me.
Black dots dance across the backs of my eyelids as relief floods into my fingers and toes. As I slowly come down from my high, Maks scoops me up off the counter and carries me into the living room. I cling to him weakly, my forehead resting in the crook of his neck as I breathe heavily, my limbs still tingling and numb.
