Pavel (Guardians In Love #2)
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 12th, 2016
Eve's entire existence and the secret power she harbors is forever changed when she meets the incredibly gorgeous Russian, Pavel Volkov, one night after he single-handedly saves her from being attacked. Claiming he's part of an elite group of Guardians that police the Light and Dark, Pavel takes her into his protection. The playboy warlock-faerie helps Eve unlock the secrets of her past, training the hidden power within as they attempt to keep her from the Dark that seeks to capture her. But with nothing short of disdain for the man claiming to be her protector, can Eve discover the truth behind who she really is? Will she be able to learn how to use her powers efficiently? And more importantly, will she be able to deflect the relentless advances of her so-called protector?
“Am I going to have to start locking my door to keep you out?” I asked with a secretive smile distorting the venom in my words. Pavel brushed his lips across my forehead, breathing my scent in from the top of my head as he squeezed his hold on me. “Only if you want me to break it down, you feisty minx.” Sighing, I allowed myself to give in this once and loosely wrapped my arms around his strong waist, sensing the sudden tension of hardening muscle with my slightly uncharacteristic action. “Guess not. I sort of like that door.”
“Must give into me then, I’m afraid. I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll take down that damn door without so much as an apology.” His boyish smiled tore down all of my remaining fight as he chuckled at his own joke. “What was I thinking, letting the big bad wolf into my room?” I teased, fingers daring along the deep grooves in his back. Pavel’s gorgeous eyes were luminescent in the soft glow of moonlight. “That you were wishing and praying this big bad wolf would eat you right up.” His eyebrows waggled at me, and I couldn’t stop the burst of giggles that dislodged from my throat with his childish antics. “I’m thinking you’re a right perv is more like.” My hands skimmed across sleek muscle in his shoulders, barely able to do little more than attempt to feel just how strong he was. “More than happy to oblige you, printsessa.” Pavel’s lips slipped from their place on my hair and feathered across my cheek before he was dipping lower and pressing a hot kiss to my neck and shoulder. My breath hitched as he nibbled the flesh he found there, deriving electric sparks of pleasure and causing my fingers to curl into his powerful back. His hand brushed away the soft fabric of my night shirt, further exposing my shoulder as his mouth followed the line of it to the curve, pressing a tender kiss there before venturing lower still. Pushing me onto my back, Pavel hovered over me, holding down my wrists to the mattress as he straddled my form. “I want you, lubov moya. More than I’ve ever wanted someone before. I want to hear your moans of pleasure as I worship your body. I need you so badly, it causes me pain.”
I could hardly breathe, let alone think, with his attention and the surrounding steam clouding my thoughts as I slid my fingers through his wet tresses with nothing short of a desire to keep him forever there, teasing my body with his expert, undeniably arousing ministrations. His talented hands and tongue made my voice and breathing grow staggered and uncontrollable as he pressed into my open legs, teasing me there with relentlessly pleasurable fingers. My head knocked back into stone as a low, needy moan tore from my throat when I felt the hot pulse of him, of the undeniable desire he had for me, between my legs.
“Do you know what your voice does to me? It makes this control I’m desperate to keep slip away. It makes me want to drive so hard into you that you're left with nothing but my name on your lips,” Pavel’s voice assaulted me with a deep octave that caused my trembling body to respond in vigor, my hips gyrating in small circles as if seeking to encourage his words. “Pavel,” I pleaded, his name a prayer on my lips. Pavel was practically growling into my shoulder as my hips undulated wantonly against him. I’d have been mortified if I was in the state of mind suitable for thought, but all I was able to think in that moment was I desperately needed for him to end my torture. To feel him so intimately again that my body and mind went numb. “You feisty minx,” he rumbled affectionately, leading my hips down onto his hardened length and thrusting up to sheathe himself fully inside of me. My cry filled the room like an echo as the pleasure ripped through me. Very little pain accompanied each thrust of his hips this time, making it difficult for me to say more than his name in my attempt of conveying the building pressure in my core. It felt much quicker this time as I shuddered with the hot wash of ecstasy as I fell over the edge of my orgasm and dropped laxly against the stone I was pressed up against. Pavel kissed my lips, groaning into my mouth as his hips finally met mine in a hard thrust that filled me with a slow spreading warmth through my lower half. And like the night before, I felt that small space inside of me, the void I had never been aware was truly there, to lessen until it was nothing but a memory.
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