I pull my fingers from her. The gasp she lets out sounds pained, almost animal.
I flip her around, her face to me now. For a second, I justlook.
She’s beautiful in a way that pisses me off. Too soft for this world, for me. And still, she looks up at me with her wide doe eyes, completely trusting. She wants to see what happens next. Craves it like nothing else.
I drag off what’s left of her clothes, then push her thighs apart.
Her body tenses, but she doesn’t pull away. I lower myself until my mouth hovers just above her. The scent of her hits me. Sweet, irresistible. It does something ugly to my control.
I kiss the inside of her thigh. Sima’s breath catches. Her hands fist in the sheets. “Petyr… !”
I want to lose myself in that sound. Inher.
She twists hard above me. Her legs close around my neck. If I wasn’t as strong as I am, I wouldn’t be able to breathe through the chokehold.
I lower my head, kiss her thigh again, slower, then move closer until I can feel her heat against my lips. I breathe her in. The scent of her makes me dizzy. I press another kiss just where she needs it most.
Her fingers curl in the sheets. I stay there and taste her softly, tease her. Draw out every small noise that spills from her mouth until she can barely whisper my name.
Then I bury my face between her thighs and start sucking at her clit.
She twists hard above me, a desperate, uncontrolled movement that locks her thighs around my shoulders. Her body shudders. Every sound that comes out of her is raw, needy.
I drag my mouth higher, slower, until she’s shaking against my tongue.
The taste of her drives me mad. I pull her closer, holding her still while I keep working her relentlessly. The rest of the world disappears until all I can hear is her gasping my name and the rhythm of her heartbeat under my palms.
When she finally comes apart, I stay there and lick her through it. I breathe her in, feel her pulse flutter against my mouth, let her squeeze me in as much as she wants. I can take it. Can take anything she gives me.
Then, once she’s still again, I lift my head and meet her eyes.
I ease back on my knees. Her legs are still over my shoulders. My breathing is rough, uneven.
I look down at her flushed body, still wracked by the aftershocks. Her hair’s a mess across the sheets. Her lips are parted, eyes half-shut.
Not yet. I’m not done with you yet.
I grab her hips and pull her closer. “Last chance to back out,lisichka.”
She blinks up at me with hooded eyes. The desire buried there is unmistakable. “I’ve missed you,” she whispers. “So much.”
I know what she means. What she’s begging me to do.
But she doesn’t need to beg. Because if I’m not inside her in the next five seconds, I’ll go crazy.
The first push through her folds makes me swear under my breath. It’s been too long since I’ve felt her like this. Tight, wet, the pull deeper with every inch.
The sound that leaves her mouth when I breach her is soft and broken. I watch her face as I move, the way her expression shifts from want to need.
She gasps and arches up. Her hands slide over my shoulders. Her nails dig into my skin. I groan, low and hard. The sound comes straight from my chest.
“Petyr,” she whispers, breathless. I can barely hear it, but it hits me right in the gut.
I meet her gaze. My rhythm slows for just a second. Her eyes catch mine, wide and open. It almost fucking undoes me.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say, voice rough. I slam my hips forward again. She cries out, gripping tighter. “You’ll make me lose it.”
“Maybe I want to,” she breathes.
