She squeezed her knees together, just to be contrary, moaning when he grabbed one leg, forcing it to the side. Forcing her to expose herself to him.
She let her other knee fall.
Her nipples were painfully hard inside her bra, while her pussy was bare and exposed. More bare than normal because she’d shaved this morning after Iacob, Maxim, and Grigoris left on the kidnapping mission.
“Bare pussy,” Eric mused. “Is that for me?”
“No,” she lied.
Eric slapped her sex.
Nikolett jerked, shocked by the sudden sting. She raised her head, staring at him.
Eric grinned at her, the expression wholly wicked.
“I’d tell you not to lie to me, but where would the fun be in that?”
He held her gaze as he stroked the skin he’d just spanked. Her breath was fitful, and her eyelids fluttered as two big fingers parted her labia. Spreading her open. Exposing her clit to the cool air.
And when he gently pinched her clit, she gave up, eyes sliding closed on a moan, head falling back.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed.
“Eric, please.”
“I’m not sure I’m going to let you come yet.”
“Let me?” She’d meant the words to be a challenge, but they came out pleading.
“Nikki love, maybe you didn’t understand what it means that now you’re mine.”
Hot, damp breath wafted over her clit a second before the firm pressure of his lips closed around her.
Nikolett’s hips arched up, one hand fisting the duvet as the other wound tight in his hair.
He sucked on her clit, hard enough she yelped, trying to shift away. The sensation was too acute for how ready she was.
Eric hooked his free arm around one of her folded legs. She expected him to grab her wrist, to stop her from using her hold on his hair to try and control the contact. Instead, he splayed his hand on her belly, apparently willing to let her rip out his hair.
He sucked her clit again, holding it with his teeth—an almost bite that kept her in place as he flicked it with his tongue.
Nikolett screamed, back arched, as sensation shot through her, neither pleasure nor pain but both. Was this an orgasm? She couldn’t tell. It was something powerful and unknown.
It felt less like pleasure and more like he’d stripped her down to her nerve endings—her most raw and vulnerable self—and was now showing her exactly how much she belonged to him.
He did it again, this time pressing down on her belly as he flicked her clit with his tongue. The added pressure had pleasure spiking through her.
Oh, yes. If he kept doing that, with the pressure?—
Eric surged up, leaning over her.
An old thread of doubt and worry bloomed to life. He was going to pull back. He wasn’t going to?—
He kissed her forehead. “Stop frowning, Nikki. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Eric, I—” She stammered to a stop, self-preservation begging her not to say or do anything to make herself any more vulnerable than she already was.
“I’m not leaving you.” His face was right above hers, until all she could really see were his blue, blue eyes.
