Page 102 of Scarred Ruin

As his fingers dug into my neck and his thumb kept my chin lifted, he slowly wrapped his other hand around both my wrists. He was even more possessive than usual.

The thrust of his shaft deep inside brought a series of moans pushing past my lips. If it was possible, his expression had darkened further. I could see straight into his soul, marveling at the man possessed.

Every thrust was brutal, a taking of my body while capturing a little piece of my heart. The admittance wasn’t as difficult as I’d believed earlier, merely a shift to something much deeper than we’d shared before.

I squeezed my knees while the intense heat in my core only increased. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and the way he was rolling his thumb across my chin created a wild sweep of tingles.

The man was relentless, fucking me long and hard. With every rough stroke, I was pushed closer to sheer ecstasy. And I could tell by the gleam in his eyes he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

My heart skipped several beats as the pleasure continued to intensify. He rolled onto the balls of his feet and in the slight shift of the angle, I was immediately tossed into sweet rapture.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I closed my eyes and he finally spoke, his command not to be ignored.

“Look at me, Isabel. Don’t take your eyes off mine. This is what you do to me. You make me fucking crazy.”

The thrill of hearing the power I had over him was incredible, freeing in ways that I’d never be able to explain. As the orgasm swept through my system, I was driven into the most incredible heights. Stars flashed in front of my eyes and the way my pussy clenched around his thick cock pulled him in even deeper.

When I started to come down from the intense high, he slowed his actions while pulling me away from the wall. There was no question about where he was going or what he was doing. He was taking me to my bed to christen a space no one else would ever share again.

“You know I was warned about you,” I breathed.

“Yeah? By whom?”

“A chick.” When he narrowed his eyes, I flung my arm over his shoulder so I could tangle and tug his unruly hair. “Dr. Platt. She seems to know you and your family very well.”

For a few seconds, his eyes clouded over. “She’s brilliant. What did she say?”

“That you’re ruthless and unforgiving.” He’d slowed his steps in taking me to the bedroom. Why was it that he seemed tenser? His cock continued to throb deep inside and I sensed he was having difficulty holding onto his control.

“I am. What’s new.” It was as if every aspect of his personality had changed, the true man underneath the different layers of power finally exposed. This man was much more vulnerable, although he’d deny what he’d call an accusation in a heartbeat.

“Nothing. Except she has the utmost respect for you. Her warning was saying that what we’re sharing is all or nothing and that I needed to decide once and for all which it would be.”

He’d just entered my room and hearing the doctor’s statement caught him completely off guard. “Russkiy muzhchina nikogda ne otstupit.”

I slipped my fingers under his hair, running the tips along his scalp. “No fair.”

“Haven’t I told you before that nothing with me is fair? I said Russian men will never back down.”

“I don’t believe you.” We were at the edge of my bed, the oppressive heat shared spiraling out of control. “If I told you to leave, would you?”

There was a flicker of despondency in his eyes, which meant he’d already given thought to the question more than once. “I would.”

The ache in my heart increased just in hearing his words. “I believe you.”

“Then what did you decide, my guardian angel? Should I stay or go?”

I looked into his eyes as I’d done a thousand times before and the noise of the world simply ceased to exist. There was no before him, and suddenly, I couldn’t fathom an after. The intense state of emotions wasn’t a sudden flash of lightning, but rather the deep, settling calm of coming home. In the steady, familiar midnight blue of his irises, ‘forever’ stopped being a terrifying concept and became the only logical place left to stand.

The rush of need and knowing scared the hell out of me.

“Fuck me, Maxsim, and never let me go.”

With absolute control, he eased onto the bed, settling me under him. There were no hurried actions, no desperate need to fulfill my wish. Just a beautiful highlight of passion that knew no bounds and was capable of handling any fury.

He pressed his palms on the comforter and remained aloft, refusing to pull his eyes away. This was a special moment and one we’d remember.

The first time he’d make love to me. The world could wait.