Page 90 of Untamed Beast
“Enjoying yourself?”
His husky voice is dark pleasure rumbling straight to my center. I want to know if he’s enjoyed this too, if spanking me turned him on, but the blindfold makes that impossible.
His palms glide over the glowing skin of my ass to my waist. Without warning, he flips me around.
The counter-top stings against my red-hot flesh and I let out a whimper.
“Sore,zolotse?”
I nod my head and his hand wraps in my hair again. I feel his lips brush against my neck.
“But still so turned on that you’re leaving a puddle on the counter-top.”
His hand slides down over my hip.With one rough finger, he traces over my slick opening.
I whimper, buck my hips, try to get closer to his hand, but he pulls it away.
“What do you want, Natalia?”
I let out a whine as his thumb traces over my clit with infuriatingly light pressure.
Another desperate noise escapes from my chest as he tastes one nipple, then the other, with a hot glide of his tongue. His lips come to the full flesh of my breast and suck, hard.
“Use your words.”
His lips trace back up over my chest, sucking at the skin over my collarbone, my earlobe, my shoulder. The hot, wet friction of his mouth on my skin confuses my thoughts. I’m so distracted, my hands tangling in his hair as he kisses me all over, that I almost forget what it is I’m asking for.
“Your cock, Leks,” I gasp, finally. “Please, please.”
I try to kiss him, to pull him closer, but he flips me over instead, so that I’m bent forward.
The hand wrapped in my ponytail tugs my head back so he can murmur in my ear.
“You love missionary, don’t you? Well, tonight is about teaching you a lesson.”
Then Leks leads me away from the kitchen counter. I canfeel his bulge rub against me with every single step. I need him.
He releases my hair. His belt clunks open.
Then his bulge presses against me and I realize that I’m so wet that my thighs are already damp.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “I think you liked your punishment.”
His thickness presses at my entrance with sudden force. I need support.
My hands find cool, hard glass in front of me.
The window.
We’re right in front of the window from the loft to the rest of the port.
My breasts flatten against the glass with his first thrust into me from behind.
I’m so full that my breathing gets shallow. His hands tighten on my shoulders so that I take every inch.
God, I needed this.
My nipples scrape against the cool glass as he pushes inside me again. A mixture of panic and arousal rushes into my bloodstream as I process what’s happening.
