Then I kiss her, slow, deep, aching. I taste her, hands cupping her face, and she wraps her arms around my neck, folding into me as if she was made to fit.
Leanna lies beneath me, her skin glowing in the candlelight, her lips parted, hair a halo of dark waves against the linen, framing her flushed cheeks. The only sounds are the soft crackle of the fire and the shallow, needy cadence of her breathing, each inhale thick with anticipation.
She’s mine now in every way that matters.
“I’m going to worship you tonight,” I whisper. “Every inch.”
“Spread your legs for me,malishka,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “Let me see what’s mine.”
Her breath catches, but she obeys, opening for me with a trust that knots something brutal and tender in my chest. My hand slides down the velvety of her thigh, and I watch the shiver that follows my touch.
When I slip my fingers between her slick heat, she gasps, already so wet, ready, and aching.
“You’re already trembling,” I whisper, kissing and sucking her hard nipples, “So easy to adore.”
My fingers curl, slow and teasing, stroking deep until her hips lift off the bed. I add pressure with my thumb, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves, and her moan cracks the silence like a gunshot.
“Nik—oh, my God?—”
“Not quite the deity you were expecting?” I grin darkly. “Keep saying my name like that, and I’ll believe it.”
She laughs, broken and breathless, until her words dissolve into another moan, hips bucking under the pace I set, slow, then deep, then cruelly light.
Her hand fists the sheets. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you fall apart.”
It doesn't take long. She comes with a cry, legs clenching around my wrist, her body arching like a bow. I keep my fingers inside her, coaxing every last wave until she’s panting, chest rising and falling into a daze.
I slide down her body, lips following the trail of her release, tasting her like something holy. When I bury my face between her thighs, her hips jerk, she’s still sensitive, still fluttering, but that only makes her wilder.
“Oh God,”
“No,malishka,” I growl, voice muffled against her. “It’s still me.”
Her thighs clamp around my head as I suck and lick, slow and relentless. My hands grip her hips, anchoring her as she writhes under the onslaught. When she shatters again, sobbing myname, I don’t let up. I ride the wave with her, licking her through the tremors until she’s gasping, begging, boneless.
When I finally lift my head, her eyes are glazed with pleasure, lashes wet. Her lips move, but no sound comes out.
I kiss her thighs, her navel, her chest… then hover over her, caging her in.
“Still breathing?” I murmur, brushing hair from her flushed face.
“Barely.”
“Good. Now hold on to me.”
I guide my cock to her entrance, thick and stiff and aching to be inside her. Her body is soft, welcoming, but tight, so tight as I press in, inch by inch.
“Fuck,” I groan, burying my face against her throat. “You’re so fucking tight and perfect.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Then take all of me.”
And I do.
I thrust deep, slow at first, savoring the stretch, the heat, the way she gasps my name like a prayer. Then harder. Deeper. The rhythm builds as our bodies crash together in a dance older than sin.
“Leanna…” My voice breaks as I lose myself inside her. “You feel like heaven and hell all at once.”
