His hand splays across my lower back, steadying me. “Let me take care of you, Clara. Just for tonight.”
I lean back against him, letting his warmth seep into my skin. But there’s tension in his frame that wasn’t there before, a rigidity to his shoulders that speaks of carefully controlled anger. Something’s wrong. The tenderness in his touch doesn’t match the storm I can see brewing behind his eyes.
“Who…?” I hesitate, then turn to face him fully. “Who’s here?”
His jaw tightens, and for a moment, I think he won’t answer. Then his fingers brush my cheek.
“Ludis.”
“Ludis, your brother?”
“Yes. I thought he should know about the… truth.” The defeat in his voice makes my chest ache.
“What’s wrong?”
“He’s angry. Full of hate. And now…” His voice catches. “His daughter Marina was taken.”
“Daughter?” The word comes out as a whisper.
“Long story,” he says, tension radiating through every line of his body.
I turn in his arms, ignoring the twinge in my ribs. My hands find his face, thumbs brushing along his jawline.
“Listen to me,” I whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. “He’s your brother. Your blood. And trust me…” My voice catches as Jake’s face flashes through my mind. “If I had a chance to see my brother again, even if he hated me, I’d move heaven and earth to make it right.”
Something breaks in his expression. His mouth finds mine, tender at first, then hungry. His fingers find the drawstring of my silk pants, tugging until they pool at my feet.
His mouth hovers just above mine, his breath hot against my lips. “The things you do to me,solnishko,” he growls, his voicerough with need. “Making me want to forget about everything except how perfect you feel in my arms.”
I reach up to touch his face, but he catches my wrist, pressing a kiss to my palm that makes my knees weak. His other hand slides down my bare back, pulling me closer until there’s nothing between us.
“Ludis can wait,” he murmurs against my skin. “Right now, I need to show you exactly what you mean to me.”
62
Clara
The last thing I register before his mouth claims mine is the dangerous gleam in his eyes - the look of a man who's about to make me forget my own name.
I gasp into his mouth, my breath quickening as his hands trail hungrily over my curves. My fingers find his abs, tracing them as his rock-hard cock strains against his sweatpants, begging for my touch. He reaches behind me, his arm a warm, possessive band around my waist, the door's lock clicking shut with a muted finality.
I tease his neck with my lips, my tongue tracing the rapid beat of his pulse.
"Clara," he rumbles, his voice a low, primal sound that sends a shiver of anticipation through me. His cock twitches in my grasp, straining against his pants. He pulls them off, revealing his length, full and hard, in my hand.
My fingers tangle in the soft curls at his base, his warm skin sending sparks of pleasure up my arm. I caress him slowly, my strokes teasing, my breath warm against his throbbing cock.
"Fuck, you’re so wet, so ready for me." he grunts, his fingers sliding against my wetness, teasing my slick folds.
He circles my clit with a tenderness that makes my knees weak, my breath hitching as I gasp his name.
"Leonid," I moan, my hands gripping the counter for support. "Don't stop."
His fingers pick up speed, driving me wild, my body arching in a silent plea for more. I gasp and shudder.
His mouth claims mine, his kiss hungry and demanding, every touch a testament to his need. My body melts into his, every resistance fading as my core clenches around his fingers, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.
"Shh," he whispers against my skin, his finger fucking me deeper, his thumb finding my clit and circling in a relentless rhythm. "Don’t want to wake the kid,devochka.”
