The Innocent Behind The Scandal - Abby Green Page 0,37

before a rushing pleasure exploded outwards and upwards, washing everything she’d ever known away and replacing it with a pure kind of satisfaction she’d never felt before.

She wasn’t aware of collapsing against him. She was only aware that he was laying her down on a soft surface and resting over her on both hands.

‘Okay?’

She could barely nod. Her whole body was suffused with pleasure. She could feel her inner muscles still pulsating in the aftermath.

She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Maks took off the rest of his clothes, revealing a body that was densely packed with muscles. He had a boxer’s body. Immensely strong, but graceful.

Her eyes drifted down and widened when she took in the most potent part of him. Long and thick. Hard. She could see moisture beading the head and her mouth watered at the thought of running her tongue along his shaft, tasting that moisture.

Somewhere else, where her brain was functioning, she wondered who she had become. She had thought there was something wrong with her after—

Maks came down alongside her. ‘What are you thinking?’

Zoe’s face flamed at her outrageous fantasy. Her hair had come loose. ‘Nothing important.’

He put a hand on her belly. ‘You’re incredibly responsive. You seem surprised... You didn’t—’

She cut him off. ‘No, not with him.’ She wanted to get him out of her head. She turned towards him. ‘Kiss me, Maks.’

He pulled her close, and as he did so he reached for her underwear, pulling it down and off completely. Now they were both naked. His mouth covered hers and she fell into the deep, drugging pleasure of it.

Maks’s hand went between her legs again and, emboldened, Zoe explored his body. Tracing his pectorals, the small disc-like nipples, the ridges of muscle that led down to a flat lower belly, and further...to the pulsing heat of him. Strong but vulnerable. Silk over steel.

She wrapped her hand around him, moving it experimentally, up and down. She felt the moisture against her palm and pressed her thumb there, spreading it over his head.

He reared back, putting his hand over hers.

Instantly she felt gauche. ‘What is it?’

He looked tortured. Stark. ‘Later we can play...you can torture me all you want. Right now... I need to be inside you.’

Her inner muscles clenched at his words, as if her body was already ahead of her. She took her hand away and lay back, watching as he reached for protection and rolled the latex along his length, sheathing all that silk and steel. For a second she lamented that barrier, and bit her lip.

He came over her, nudging her thighs apart with his. He was all sinew and hard lines and those silver eyes... ‘Zoe, I meant what I said. If you want to stop—’

‘I won’t.’ She reached up, overcome with a dangerous rush of tenderness for his consideration.

Maks notched the head of his erection against her. She could feel how slippery she was, and might have been embarrassed—but it was too late for that.

Zoe held her breath as Maks slowly joined his body with hers. She could see the strain on his face. ‘I’m okay. Keep going.’

In one cataclysmic movement Maks thrust deeper, and Zoe sucked in a shocked breath at the sudden sharp pain.

Maks stopped. ‘Zoe...?’

She felt impaled, as if she couldn’t breathe. The force of Maks’s body deep inside hers was so alien and yet...utterly right. She moved to try and escape the sharpness and it subsided. She breathed out on a shuddery breath. ‘I’m okay...honestly.’

Maks moved again, pulling back before seating himself deep again. He did this over and over, letting Zoe’s body get accustomed to his.

At one point he said, ‘You’re so tight...are you sure I’m not hurting you?’

She shook her head, a feeling of awe and wonder moving through her as she felt flutters of sensation eclipsing the sense of discomfort. Tension was spiralling inside her, adding to a hunger that made her move restlessly under Maks. There was no pain now, only a delicious sensation of building pleasure, deep at her core.

Maks’s movements became harder, faster. He reached under her and tipped up her hips, and she gasped when he touched her so deep inside she saw stars. She was overcome with a primal need that only this man could fulfil. She was almost sobbing, begging him for something she knew only he could give her, and that was when he reached between them and touched her, just where his own body was moving powerfully in and out.

That was all it