was truly stunning in every way, his muscles chiseled from years of hard work, his skin scarred from brutal injuries.
His breathing became more ragged, his muscles tensing from my touch. Every cell in my body was on fire, the need for him attacking every synapse. I wanted his touch. I craved his strong hold and passionate kisses. I longed to have his cock buried deep inside.
As I brushed my finger over his shoulder, he reached for my hand, squeezing then bringing my fingers to his lips. Ever so gingerly he rubbed them back and forth, whispering beautiful words in Russian.
“Moya sladkaya detka.”
My sweet baby.
I wanted that to be true. Leaning closer, I rose onto my tiptoes, dragging my tongue across his jaw. The three-day stubble had given him sexy shadows, his look rough and tumble. When he lifted my chin, I could see pain in his eyes, another wave of regret. He lowered his head, taking his time to press kisses against my skin.
“Mmm…” I clung to him, trying not to lose my balance. The combination of his hot breath and wet tongue gave me a series of shivers. I was trembling but excited, every ember ignited.
He was so gentle, allowing me another chance to catch of a glimpse of the other man, the one he’d protected from everyone. He was haunted, demons trailing behind him at every turn. If only things could be different.
A growl erupted from the depth of his being, the sound permeating the entire space. I knew he would devour me. I closed my eyes, crawling my hands up and down his chest, the feel of his muscles against my fingertips amazing. I could spend hours exploring his body, enjoying nothing more than the simple caress.
Crowding closer, he rubbed his hips back and forth, the instant friction forcing a moan from my throat. God help me but I wanted this man. He’d awakened everything inside of me. All the desires. All the need. He’d allowed the woman I’d pushed aside to break free of her chains.
“I want you,” he said in a husky whisper before sliding his tongue to my earlobe, nipping and sucking. “I broke my promise to you, Chloe. That will never happen again.”
Shuddering, I slipped my hand to his cock, rolling the tip of my finger around in circle after circle. His shaft throbbed, filling my hand. He was so large that my pussy continued to ache from the night before. But I wanted more. Maybe I was a fool, but I believed he was mortified at his earlier behavior. I just wanted a few minutes of forgetting about the danger.
To feel his touch.
To experience his kisses.
To enjoy another round of passion.
When he leaned back, he shook his head ever so slowly. “You’re such a tease.”
“Maybe.”
“You know what happens to bad little girls who tease me.”
“Why don’t you show me.”
Sighing, he brushed his hand down my arm, intertwining our fingers. “I care about you, Chloe. I have for months.”
“You have, huh? Why didn’t you tell me?”
I loved his laugh, the gravelly sound adding to the vibrations dancing all throughout my body.
“Because fucking your student is taboo.”
“Oh,” I whispered. “But oh-so delicious?”
“Absolutely.” Issuing another guttural sound, he captured my mouth, his hunger increasing every second. He slid his tongue inside, the man becoming a dominating force.
As the kiss became a passionate roar, I slipped my arms around his neck, pulling him against me. There was nothing like the way his body molded into mine. It was as if we’d been made for each other. The thought brought a wave of lust as well as another moment of sadness.
The brutal Russian drank his fill of me, controlling my tongue as he explored the dark recesses of my mouth. I could kiss him for hours, the softness of his lips in direct contradiction to his always increasing thirst.
He slipped his hand around the back of my neck, keeping his hold light, caressing my skin. I refused to bristle. His touch was meant as a soft caress, allowing me to see he could be gentle. Somewhere inside, I knew he could never hurt me again. I’d seen it in his eyes. I’d felt it in his actions. He was just as much under my spell as I was his, our electricity off the charts.
As the moment of passion continued, he eased my legs open and crawled his hand to my bottom, cupping and squeezing.
I was surprised when he pulled away, but I should have known what he