Chapter 18 #2
Everything in my body goes numb, but only for a second before sensation rages back, fully electrified. He moves one hand behind me, holding me in place as his teeth rake over me.
I squeal when he bites down.
“Rurik!” It hurts, blissfully so.
When he releases me, he flashes a knowing grin.
“Take your pants off, Mira,” he orders.
It’s not the way he says it that makes me jump off his knee and obey; it’s the dark clouds swirling in his eyes. The way his left eyebrow lifts just enough to show he means business without all the chest thumping.
“Stand here.” He spreads his legs open further, putting me in between them.
His hands are warm against my skin when he rests them on my hips. Pulling me forward, he shuffles me as close as I can get to him without falling into his lap.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he orders roughly, his mouth hovering only a breath away from my breast.
I obey, just this once, because he’s had a rough night.
He takes one nipple between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make me whimper. He doesn’t stop there. Making his way across my chest, he places little bites every few inches.
Some are hard enough to make me jolt, but his grip on my hips keeps me in place. His fingers dig enough into my flesh to signal I’m not going anywhere.
When he’s done, small bite marks cover my chest. He inspects his work with a proud grin.
If he knew what was happening between my legs, his ego would skyrocket to the moon.
“Beautiful.” He licks one of the marks that’s deeper than the others.
He slips his hand between my thighs, dragging his nails along the sensitive flesh there until he reaches my pussy. I groan as his fingers glide through my folds.
“So wet for me.” He flicks his tongue over my nipple as he slides two fingers into me.
When he pulls them back out, he locks eyes with me as he brings them to his mouth.
He stands from the chair so abruptly; I have to take a step back to keep from getting knocked over. His hands are in my hair, fisting me at the scalp, while his mouth crashes over mine.
It’s intense, and sudden, and so fucking hot I can barely catch my breath. I can taste myself on his tongue. My scent clings to his lips.
The jangle of a belt buckle sends a firestorm through my body.
He shoves his pants down and wraps his arm around my waist at the same time. I’m swept into his lap, straddling his thighs.
“You’re going to ride me.” He grabs my face, squeezing my cheeks as he lines up his dark eyes with mine. “Hard, baby, ride me hard.”
He’s fisting his cock. A small bead of moisture rests just at the tip. I lick my lips.
“Not this time,” he says because the man is a clairvoyant when it comes to my thoughts. “Soon. So fucking soon, I want those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock. But right now, I need to be inside you.”
I move forward, positioning myself over his thick, long cock. Stumbling a bit, I grab hold of his shoulders to steady myself.
He grunts in pain.
“Shit! I’m sorry.” I jerk my hand off the wound I’ve just squeezed and start to move off his lap.
He digs his fingers into my hip.
“Don’t fucking move,” he grounds out.
When he opens his eyes, he’s laser focused on me. Gripping my hips, he pushes me down onto his cock. We both moan as my body stretches around him until I’m almost fully seated on his lap.
“Fuck, baby.” He kisses my chin. “Ride me.”
“Your shoulder.” I hesitate which earns me a hard slap to my ass.
“Don’t worry about that. A little pain won’t kill me.” His eyes light up as he smacks my ass again .
It’s slow at first, my movements stilted and testing. Every bit of me feels every inch of him as he stretches me.
“Harder, baby.” He nips at my shoulder. “Harder.”
He bucks his hips up, thrusting fully into me and sucking the breath from my lungs in the process.
Together we move. He bucks while I ride. The chair creaks, but the sound is lost in our moans. He bites and nips and licks every bit of me he can reach while I ride him.
It’s like we’ve been plugged into the electric grid. We’re all energy. Clawing at each other, kissing, and moaning.
“Mine.” He growls in my ear, as he bucks up harder. “Say it, Mira. Tell me you’re mine.”
“Yours, Rurik. All yours.”
“Good girl,” he kisses me just as the damn breaks.
My orgasm is sudden and intense, ripping through my body like a tornado through an open field. He takes my screams of pleasure into his mouth as he thrusts upward into me, chasing after his own storm.
Breaking the kiss, he throws his head back, grabs both of my hips and slams me down on his cock as he unleashes his own roar of release.
Time freezes. The only sound in the room is our harsh breathing. I fall forward, resting my head on his uninjured shoulder, trying to suck up as much air as I can.
He pets my back, his fingertips feather light as he trails them over my heated skin.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask him, pulling back enough to get a look at the stitches.
He laughs. “I’m fine. My doctor did a good job.”
He helps me up, off his lap, snatching up our clothes from the floor before I can get to them.
“Rurik.” I try to pull my pants from the bundle, but he smirks and walks away.
I’m left watching him walk through the dining area toward the stairs, completely naked. His ass is a thing of beauty. All muscle, like he’s some sort of professional athlete in his spare time.
Once he’s up the stairs and out of sight, he shouts, “Are you coming?”