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Ilias twisted away from the door with me wrapped around his body. His steps weren’t hurried, and as we ventured away from the bed. I pulled his head back in question. He shook my hand off his head and continued walking until my back was pressed onto the built-in bookcase.
Wood shelves dug on my back, but it didn’t matter, not when the sting created a sweet pain with his touch on me. Ilias shuffled my body and placed his knee between my legs to keep my feet from touching the floor. With one swift move of his hands, my shirt was thrown to the side.
His eyes watched my chest hungrily. His head dipped to my neck, and his tongue and lips took each nipple into his mouth. I rocked on his knee to ease the ache but came up short as it wasn’t enough.
I wanted more.
As if he’d read my thoughts, Ilias’s arms bulged with strength as he lifted me, pulling my leggings down and freeing my bottom. With a swipe of his hand, the books were gone and replaced by my ass.
Too far gone to care about the sturdiness of the shelf, I let him place my body as he wished. And with my ass halfway sitting, he removed the rest of my clothes.
He parted my legs, and placed his hand over my chest to hold me from falling as his head lowered.
He didn’t waste time. Ilias’s mouth took my pussy in hunger.
His tongue was restless and his mouth devoured, making it impossible to catch my breath as I panted through the assault. Each time he sucked, the closer I got to my release. The wild pleasure he brought was something I didn’t want to end. But it also made me greedy. My hands held his head as mine rolled backward. It was bliss, and my body was ready to let go. Ilias’s fingers rubbed, and with his mouth on me, his fingers dipped inside me. They stretched, and curled, and quickly, I let go.
“Ili—” I whimpered, fisting his hair in ecstasy.
“I know, kroshka,” he rasped between my legs.
My body squirmed with sensitivity. I couldn’t take it anymore. No matter how much I pushed, Ilias didn’t stop until his tongue trapped my tremors. I continued taking breaths to calm my racing heart, and when I looked down, his eyes were on my bouncing chest. Ilias’s lips were swollen, and his eyes were wild as he rose from below.
High from release, I stared at the man that had rendered me speechless. Any small imperfections were overlooked by his eyes, and any past or future events were swiped to the side with just the thought of us.
As long as I could have this man’s eyes on me for as long as death allowed, I would do anything to keep them. The bullet between us would soon be brought to light, leaving nothing to stand in our way.
Ilias held my head, his eyes boring inside of me. “Fucking gorgeous.” His thumb ran over my lips before he stole another taste. “Now, I need to fuck you until my name spills breathlessly from those swollen lips.”
His lips lifted at the corners as he watched the way his words affected me. Ilias let my legs fall to the ground, they faltered but his strong hands held me until the shakes subsided.
The sound of his belt buckle, the zipper of his pants, and the flop of his jeans falling urged fire through my body. My gaze watched, captivated by his build. And when he removed the last piece of clothing and stood inches from my touch, I smiled.
Always managing to surprise me, Ilias flipped my body around. Books were now my sight, but he still held my undivided attention as both hands took my hips away from the bookcase and out toward him.
I bit my lip with each second that stretched as it did my impatience and greed.
His touch wasn’t gentle, and my skin crawled when his hand ran from my curled ass and up my spine, taunting me from what was to come. I wiggled desperately, trying to find some comfort to the building ache between my legs.
His hand tangled my hair, lowering to the nape of my neck. With the other hand on my hip, my cheek pressed against the shelf, and I couldn’t contain the whimper of imagining how we looked in such a position.
I didn’t get to recover from the first orgasm before Ilias had me begging for more.
To have not his mouth on me, or fingers inside me, but to have him deep inside.
To be one.
“Bozhe moy, kroshka.” Ilias’s Russian tongue was my breaking point.
“Novak, please!”
“Please, what?” he baited.
Damn him for making me so needy, so needy to have me say it out loud, and to always ask to elaborate.
But I wasn’t shy, not with him. Not while I was bare and ready for my partner to take me. If this wasn’t the time to voice out my body’s wants, when? And he knew it.
“Stop talking, and take me alr—ahh!” my eyes closed shut, while I tried to hold on to anything, but all I had was the seam of the shelf when he buried himself deep inside of me.
