My muscles strained, stretching to accept his huge girth. I was shocked at the number of vibrations tickling every inch of my body. This wasn’t just about heightened electricity, but about a connection that no one could have foreseen.
I closed my eyes, allowing a single moan. He squeezed his fingers once again and it was all about the claim.
The need.
The increasing hunger.
We both felt it. There was no denying the desire raging through us.
He took a deep breath while holding his shaft inside. When he pulled out, a whimper escaped. The warmth of his body surrounding me was incredible. He drove into me again, holding his cock inside before fisting my hair instead of my neck. I could feel his control slipping.
When he started fucking me, driving into me with brutal strokes, I did what I could to meet every one of them. Arching my back. Pushing against him.
The sounds we made were animalistic. The throes of passion had never felt this good, the sound of his body slamming against mine perfect in every way.
Sasha used my hair like a leash, holding me in place as if I would dare want to go anywhere else. Every sensation was heightened, my breath stolen and he wouldn’t stop. The rhythm was perfect and the ache building deep inside was only driving me into a frenzy.
He finally covered my body with his, slowing the tempo while curling our fingers together. We rocked, minutes ticking by, beads of sweat from his forehead falling on the table. There was something incredible about the way he was taking me. All of me.
I was swept up in the moment, my muscles tense. The rocking became friction. The lust became something else. And soon my body reacted just as it had done before.
A powerful orgasm swept through me, tickling my toes and sliding up my legs. Every muscle was tense, my core exploding at a thousand degrees and still he kept fucking me. Harder. Faster.
We were crazed and manic, every sound he made a guttural growl that I adored.
“Yes. Yes. Oh…” I wasn’t certain I even spoke the words as bliss turned into utter rapture. There wasn’t a single nerve ending that wasn’t seared
Just when I thought he would finally let go, satisfying himself as he’d done with me, he pulled out all the way. The loss was instant and he heard my moans of complaint. That’s when he gathered me into his arms, cradling me as if I was fragile.
And he took long strides from the room.
CHAPTER 6
Sasha
Sweet and innocent.
That’s exactly what Lainey Rose was.
And I’d never done sweet and innocent in my life. Not once. Even as a teenager, I’d gone after the bad girls. Maybe because my father had warned me against them. He’d said they were conniving wenches who were only after money.
It had taken me years later to accept he was right. At least sometimes. Yet, I’d found myself unable to enjoy spending time with prim and proper girls who had a penchant for the bad boy.
Until the day I’d met my wife. She’d been the picture of structured perfection. Sweet demeanor. Eager to defend anyone who needed it. She was the kind of girl to foster puppy dogs and take food to the homeless.
See where that had gotten her. She’d married the bad boy.
She’d paid the price.
That was the Dmitriyev curse.
That’s why just being here with Lainey was so out of character for me and potentially dangerous for her. My brotherand cousins had found the loves of their lives, all in beautiful and very caring women who’d completed their lives. They were still alive.
For now.
They’d laughed and told me the curse was broken and I should find a new life. I simply wasn’t a gambling man. That’s why I was so fascinated that I’d broken my own rules. Hell, I’d smashed them to crumbles. She was here. In my life.
In my bed.
