I don’t know what the hell she’d have to be embarrassed about. I’ve touched and sucked and licked every inch of this beautiful body. I saw her in the shower this morning. She has to know how she makes me feel, that I find her maddeningly irresistible.
Surely I should try to make undressing sexy. I should be slow and deliberate. I should make her pant with want. But I cannot. I shed my tuxedo as quickly as I could.
“Too much fucking clothing,” I growl.
Leanna laughs, a sparkling giggle of a sound that Idefinitelywant to hear more often.
“Come here,” I growl, my hand at the small of her back, dragging her tight against me. Her breath hitches. I can feel every curve, every heartbeat pressed to my chest. “You feel that?” My lips graze her ear, my breath hot on her skin. “That’s what you do to me.”
“Nik—” she whispers, her voice trembling.
“Say my name again,” I breathe, sliding my hand up the curve of her neck, tilting her chin so I can see those lips, parted and waiting. “I want to hear it when I kiss you.”
“Nik…”
The sound wrecks me. I crash my mouth against her throat, tasting her salt, heat, and need, then find her lips. The kiss is deep, hungry, a claiming I’ve been holding back far too long.
“You drive me insane,” I whisper against her mouth, my voice rough and low. “Every inch of you… mine.”
She exhales, trembling. “Then take me.”
I smile against her skin, my control hanging by a thread. “Careful what you ask for,malishka.” My hand slips down her hip, fingers gripping hard. “Because once I start…” I bite her lower lip, gentle but punishing. “…I don’t stop.”
The other hand drifts down, claiming the curve of her ass before sliding between her thighs. She’s already drenched, and the sound that tears from my chest is pure hunger. It’s not enough; I need a better angle, more contact, more of everything.
So I pull back. She makes a slight, desperate noise, her pout sinful enough to wreck me, her frustration only feeding mine.
The grin I give her is wild, unfiltered.
“All these weeks,” I rasp, dropping to my knees, hands pushing her legs apart, “I’ve been missing your face when you fall apart for me.”
“I’m not…Oh,”
Whatever protest she meant dies on her lips the second I bury myself between her thighs. This feels like home. Her taste, her scent, it undoes me.
I spread her open and dive in, starving for her. Tongue, teeth, fingers, working in a ruthless rhythm until she’s crying out, clutching my hair, grinding herself against my mouth like she can’t get close enough.
Her release rips through her, raw and uncontrollable, and it almost finishes me right there. She sounds wrecked, undone,lost in the pleasure I give her, which makes me ache to come just from the taste of her.
My cock is ready, painfully hard.
I want to sink into her.
I want to fill her.
Iwant.
I don’t stop until I’ve devoured every last shudder, swallowed every tremor she gives me. Only then do I move my hands, wet with her desire, gripping her ass hard enough to bruise.
Her hair is a wild, perfect mess of waves that frames her face like a crown. She’s a goddess, a siren, and a mistake I want anyway.
The air between us is heavy. We both know the line we’re about to cross can’t be uncrossed. But for now, we pretend. Pretend we’re just Nik and Ana, back at Ahren. Pretend we’re safe to want like this.
“Ana,” I whisper, and it comes out like a prayer. Like I’m begging. For what, I don’t even know.
I press kisses along the inside of her thighs, soft at first, then sharper, purposeful. My mouth sucks and bites, leaving marks Iwantvisible, a claim written on her skin.
She sags against me, moaning at the pain and pleasure.
