resistance the moment Gregori’s lips touched hers, groaning her surrender as she returned the scorching heat of his kiss.
Nothing else existed but the two of them and this moment in time, mouths hungry for each other, her hands moving beneath his jacket as she restlessly caressed the lean length of his back, impatient with the clothing that separated her from touching all that muscled heat.
She groaned as Gregori broke the kiss to taste the length of her arched throat, only for that groan to become a gasp, half surprise and half arousal as Gregori gripped the two sides of her shirt and ripped the material apart, buttons flying about them haphazardly.
There was none of the cold and controlled Gregori in this wild and out-of-control man, his eyes the color of a moonless night as he gazed hungrily down at the heavy fullness of her breasts cupped in white lace.
That dark gaze moved back up to her flushed face. “I’m going to rip your panties off now and fuck you up against this door,” he growled in warning even as he began pushing her skirt up her thighs.
He was unrecognizable as being the man who had dismissed her so coldly this morning. Gaia couldn’t understand why she had ever thought his eyes were a cold matte black: at the moment they were deep wells of dark fire—hot, searing, and utterly possessive.
His hand was a hot caress against her flesh as he grasped the top of her panties and ripped them away as if they were tissue paper rather than lace. “Sweet fucking hell!” he groaned as he looked down hungrily at the fiery red curls he had exposed. “Maybe I’ll just feast on you here for a while before fucking you!”
Gaia was too mesmerized by this man’s unbridled passion, and by her own response to it, to do more than whimper as Gregori fell to his knees in front of her, unashamedly breathing in her scent as his fingers parted her curls and completely exposed the swollen nub of her clitoris.
“You’re beautiful!” he groaned before his mouth claimed her, tasted her, tongue caressing that ripe, sensitivity berry even as one of his hands now moved between her parted thighs. “Your pussy is so fucking wet, Gaia,” he murmured in appreciation as his fingers stroked her there. “Undo your bra for me and let me look at those pretty nipples.”
Her hands moved instinctively to do as he instructed. She felt as if she were locked in another reality, one where the suave and sophisticated, utterly controlled Gregori Markovic became someone else entirely. A man who spoke dirty and made love in the same way, giving no quarter, wanting it all and determined to take it.
In the same way Gaia ached to give it to him.
“Move the lace aside—God, yes!” He straightened until his face was on level with her bared breasts, holding her gaze with his as his tongue snaked out and licked and rasped moistly over one exposed nipple before moving to suckle its twin.
Gaia gasped sharply as he drew her in deeply, just short of pain. He growled his approval as there was another hot flow of her juices against his fingers. He lightly caressed her clit and swollen labia, causing her back to arch as she silently pleaded for deeper contact.
“Beg me, Gaia,” he encouraged throatily. “Beg me, damn you!”
“I—” She rolled the back of her head from side to side against the door. “No!”
His eyes darkened as his mouth closed over the whole of her nipple and the surrounding areola, suckling hard and deep, drawing hungrily, relentlessly on that sensitive peak until Gaia began to groan with each heavy drag on her swollen flesh.
“Gregori! God yes , Gregori…!” Gaia was so aroused she wasn’t sure if she was pleading for her release or for more, only to groan long and deeply as she finally—finally—felt two of his fingers thrust up inside her dripping channel.
She felt as if she was going out of her mind with pleasure as Gregori added another finger, stretching her as he thrust into her again and again,
Nothing else existed but the two of them and this moment in time, mouths hungry for each other, her hands moving beneath his jacket as she restlessly caressed the lean length of his back, impatient with the clothing that separated her from touching all that muscled heat.
She groaned as Gregori broke the kiss to taste the length of her arched throat, only for that groan to become a gasp, half surprise and half arousal as Gregori gripped the two sides of her shirt and ripped the material apart, buttons flying about them haphazardly.
There was none of the cold and controlled Gregori in this wild and out-of-control man, his eyes the color of a moonless night as he gazed hungrily down at the heavy fullness of her breasts cupped in white lace.
That dark gaze moved back up to her flushed face. “I’m going to rip your panties off now and fuck you up against this door,” he growled in warning even as he began pushing her skirt up her thighs.
He was unrecognizable as being the man who had dismissed her so coldly this morning. Gaia couldn’t understand why she had ever thought his eyes were a cold matte black: at the moment they were deep wells of dark fire—hot, searing, and utterly possessive.
His hand was a hot caress against her flesh as he grasped the top of her panties and ripped them away as if they were tissue paper rather than lace. “Sweet fucking hell!” he groaned as he looked down hungrily at the fiery red curls he had exposed. “Maybe I’ll just feast on you here for a while before fucking you!”
Gaia was too mesmerized by this man’s unbridled passion, and by her own response to it, to do more than whimper as Gregori fell to his knees in front of her, unashamedly breathing in her scent as his fingers parted her curls and completely exposed the swollen nub of her clitoris.
“You’re beautiful!” he groaned before his mouth claimed her, tasted her, tongue caressing that ripe, sensitivity berry even as one of his hands now moved between her parted thighs. “Your pussy is so fucking wet, Gaia,” he murmured in appreciation as his fingers stroked her there. “Undo your bra for me and let me look at those pretty nipples.”
Her hands moved instinctively to do as he instructed. She felt as if she were locked in another reality, one where the suave and sophisticated, utterly controlled Gregori Markovic became someone else entirely. A man who spoke dirty and made love in the same way, giving no quarter, wanting it all and determined to take it.
In the same way Gaia ached to give it to him.
“Move the lace aside—God, yes!” He straightened until his face was on level with her bared breasts, holding her gaze with his as his tongue snaked out and licked and rasped moistly over one exposed nipple before moving to suckle its twin.
Gaia gasped sharply as he drew her in deeply, just short of pain. He growled his approval as there was another hot flow of her juices against his fingers. He lightly caressed her clit and swollen labia, causing her back to arch as she silently pleaded for deeper contact.
“Beg me, Gaia,” he encouraged throatily. “Beg me, damn you!”
“I—” She rolled the back of her head from side to side against the door. “No!”
His eyes darkened as his mouth closed over the whole of her nipple and the surrounding areola, suckling hard and deep, drawing hungrily, relentlessly on that sensitive peak until Gaia began to groan with each heavy drag on her swollen flesh.
“Gregori! God yes , Gregori…!” Gaia was so aroused she wasn’t sure if she was pleading for her release or for more, only to groan long and deeply as she finally—finally—felt two of his fingers thrust up inside her dripping channel.
She felt as if she was going out of her mind with pleasure as Gregori added another finger, stretching her as he thrust into her again and again,
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