Page 70 of Scarred Ruin

It was as if he was tasting me for the first time, longing to explore every centimeter of darkness.

I was floored by how every inch of me was tingling, prickles dancing across my skin and not only from the heavy breeze. Unable to resist, I rubbed the flats of my hands down his chest, kneading his muscles.

The light moan I made matched his deep growl, the sound keeping me feeling as if I’d been awakened from a deep sleep.

Within seconds, the kiss became rougher, more powerful, his control over me increasing. Tossed aside was the worry about what we were doing and whether it was wrong.

I just didn’t care.

Using both thumbs, as he broke the sweet moment of intimacy, he lifted my chin. I cinched my eyes shut as he dragged his tongue down my neck only to suckle the area over my pulse. Was he telling me he had my life in his hands?

When he finally released his hold, he backed away by a couple of steps. And still never blinking, he started to remove his clothes.

So I did the same, feeling more vulnerable than before even though being with him inside his house was completely safe.

At least from anyone daring to invade his protected space. I did wonder what I’d think later. Would I be fearful I wouldn’t stand protected from the man himself?

We matched each other, one piece of clothing each. And when we were finally standing unclothed in the stream of moonlight, he took a deep breath. As soon as he exhaled, he whispered a string of words in Russian.

This time, I didn’t care what he’d said. I only knew the meaning was one I wasn’t ready to hear. He advanced again, slipping his hand under my hair and holding the back of my neck while walking us onto the deck.

The moment we were outside, I heard a distant rumble of thunder. How fitting for what we were sharing.

And what we’d become.

Maxsim was unlike any other man I’d met let alone shared any intimacy with. He was strong and ruthless, taking yet giving all while paying close attention to my needs.

He was standing only a couple of inches away, enough space to trail his finger down my throat to the cleft between my breasts. While his eyes followed his movement, he lifted them every few seconds to ensure I was content.

How could I not be with a man who’d taken the time to learn about my every unbridled desire? The exploration continued for several seconds, but someone like the sensual Russian had no understanding of patience.

His actions becoming rougher, he shoved my hands away, offering a commanding look as he did. With his upper lip curling, he cupped both my breasts. His hunger was increasing. I could tell that by the heavy scent of musk floating between us.

As soon as his lips were wrapped around my nipple, my pussy began to throb, the muscles clenching. Every part of me ached for him, close to feeling desperation.

He moved to my other breast, sucking on my aching bud and I was backed against the railing. The breeze continued to intensify and the scent of sea spray mixing with his intoxicating aftershave was exhilarating.

I swung my arms across the railing as he dragged his tongue down my stomach while dropping to his knees. If this wasn’t the perfect representation of being free, I didn’t know what could be. He nudged my legs apart while rolling the tip of his tongue around my belly button.

My skin was alive with sensations, my pulse already increased.

The touch of his fingers and the wash of hot air cascading across my pussy was incredible. Seconds later, he slipped one arm under my leg, lifting then bending my knee. The first swipe of his tongue across my clit and every muscle tensed.

I wondered if his soldiers were close. Could they see our act of carnal sin or had they been trained to look the other way? I bit back a nervous laugh, easing my head back so I could keep a watchful eye on the sky. Soon, the wisp of moonlight was shadowed by rolling clouds, creating a perfectly ominous backdrop.

Yet the moment remained sensual, filthy in a way that was exciting.

And freeing.

As before, he took his time. Every swipe of his tongue was meaningful. He was obviously enjoying the moment as much as I was. Yet he was very much in control. I was his prisoner for tonight, but something inside me screamed that he would make good on his promise never to let me go.

The pleasure was intense, increasing with every drag of his tongue. When he toyed with my clit with a single finger, I wrapped my arm around his head. Just being able to tangle my fingers in his thick hair was a delight, more joyful than something so simple should be.

A flash of lightning caught my attention. Still in the distance. While dancing across the expanse of ocean, the crisscrossing neon was a perfect addition to the moment.

We were two such different people driven together by fate.

There was a tale of romance somewhere in the darkness surrounding the events.