This was what Sofia needed more than anything. Torrid passion that stole her thoughts and overwhelmed her senses. To feel wanted. Needed. To feel completely in sync with this man, who seemed to know exactly where her body yearned to be touched.
He stalled them at the foot of the bed, where he cupped the back of her neck and used his other hand to lock her hips to his. She was tall, only a few inches shorter than him, so they were perfectly matched as he tenderly ravaged her mouth until she was combing frantic fingers through his hair.
Then his mouth went to her throat and they began to sweep clothing away.
There were things she ought to be saying. All the reasons were still there for why this shouldn’t happen, but it had been too long since she’d felt sensual and excited and alive. She had missed him so much and poured that emotion over him, streaking her hands across the fine hairs on his chest, running her touch to the tense muscles in his abdomen, peeling open his trousers to caress him in a way that had his breath rasping in his throat.
She went to her knees, dragging his pants and briefs to his ankles, then clasped his erection in her fist and began to pleasure him with her lips and tongue.
His guttural groan was everything, making her smile around the salty heat that filled her mouth. His hand cupped her cheek, knocking her glasses askew. He took them off, and she didn’t know where they went but didn’t care. She was determined to give him this.
“Stop,” he growled. “I won’t last.”
“I don’t want you to.”
He swore and pulled her to her feet as he kicked out of his pants. He sat on the edge of the bed in only his socks and open shirt and dragged her to him. He hitched her skirt up to her waist so she could straddle his thighs.
She had one moment of recalling that they were backsliding into a place they’d sworn to avoid, but his hands were palming her bottom through the lace of her panties.
“Give me your nipple,” he said in that primitive voice, and she obeyed, pulling down the cup of her bra then bracing her arms on his shoulders.
She abandoned herself to him then. No one else had ever made her feel consumed by fire. Lightning shot from where he rolled his tongue against her nipple to detonate in wet heat between her thighs.
She bucked in his lap, seeking pressure against the ache that was becoming unbearable.
He obligingly slipped two fingers under the lace, moaning his gratification as he found her slippery and welcoming. She hugged his head, rocking against his touch, whispering a plea.
Because she was weak. So weak.
He drew the fabric aside and the blunt velvety tip of him probed.
With a shaken sigh, she let her weight settle her onto his thick intrusion.
For these few minutes, they were one. This ferocious, consuming hunger wasn’t just in her. They both suffered it.
She looked into his glazed eyes as she began to rise and sink, taking him in a luxurious rhythm while he stroked her thighs beneath her skirt, guiding her. Encouraging her to take her fill of him.
Her flesh was so greedy, she was peaking in moments, breath shattering while she sobbed in loss because she didn’t want it to be over yet.
“Laszlo,” she gasped with anguish, caught in the crosshairs of joy and sorrow.
“Let it happen, Solntse.”
She had no choice. She was falling apart while he held her in his strong arms and watched her, giving small thrusts of his hips to increase her pleasure as she rode the powerful waves of her orgasm.
After long moments, when she was still trying to catch her breath, he carefully withdrew, still hard. He set her on her back on the mattress and leaned over her with a feral smile as he drew her underwear down and off, then tossed it away.
“Let’s do it properly now, shall we?” He went to his knees beside the bed, draped her thighs over his shoulders and bent to the business of arousing her all over again.
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