“You’re awfully sure of yourself, Russian.”
She was damn near comatose and still managed to throw verbal barbs.He’d be impressed if she wasn’t so fucking vexing.Something welled up inside him, a wildness he had kept locked down since as long as he could remember.Control was essential in his world, and there wasnothing controlled about the thing that took hold of him.He let go of Keira’s wrists and dragged her sweater over her head, leaving her naked.
She roused enough to twist to look at him.“What are you doing?”
There was no space for words, but words rose all the same.“I am not a fucking toy for you to pick up and discard at will.”He dumped her onto the seat next to him and was already moving before she’d stopped sputtering, kneeling on the floorboard between her thighs.“You make me fuckingpsikh.”
Her pussy was pink and swollen from her orgasm, the wetness there gleaming in invitation.She shook, her hands going to the seat cushion.“Russian, you’re scaring me.”
Scaring her.
That wasn’t the goal.That had never been the goal, no matter how aggravating he found her disobedience.He reined himself in enough to grit out, “I’m going to taste you now.”
“Ummm.”Keira shifted, as if she wasn’t sure what her play should be.Damn her for always thinking when she stole that ability from him.
Dmitri captured her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.“I am going to taste you now, Keira.I’m going to lick your aching clit, and I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come.And then I’m going to do it again, and again, until I’m satisfied.”
“Untilyou’resatisfied.”She shot a look down at his cock before tipping her chin back up.
“Da.”Rein it in, Romanov.He forced himself to take a breath, and then another, trying to think past the scent of her arousal.“Unless you do not want me to.”
Keira blinked.“Is that a trick question?”
“Nyet.”
She hesitated.“I don’t want to have sex.”
“Yes, you do.”He continued before she could protest.“But you have not given permission, and so we will not.”He would keep control enough to hold back from that.He wouldn’t risk breaching that trust.If he did, there would be no going back, and any chance they had of a future would die a terrible death.
Keira gave him a single heart-stopping grin.“In that case, tongue fuck away.”She leaned forward until her lips brushed his with each word.“This pussy is yours for the duration of the trip.”
Dmitri guided her back to the seat and slid down until he was exactly where he needed to be.This woman was infuriating and beautiful and broken and so damn calculating.He wanted her as wild as he felt.
He wanted her wilder than he was.
But there was no room in his head for calculation in the current situation.There was only Keira and him and the lust that drugged the air between them.He descended to kiss her just below her belly button, and then lower on the top of her shaved mons.He used his thumbs to part her folds and licked her up her center, her cry assuaging some of his fury.Whether he was furious at her or himself was up for debate, but he wasn’t regaining any semblance of control until he was satisfied with her pleasure.
Until she had no thought but of him and what he could give her.
Her taste.Fucking hell, her taste.He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling the sensitive bud between his lips and tongue, gauging her response.She went so taut, he had to hold her hips down to keep her from dislodging him.
Keira blinked wild hazel eyes at him.“Romanov, that thing you just did…”
He barely lifted his mouth enough to say, “You liked it.”
“I loved it.Don’t stop.”She reached her arms up to wrap around the headrest, baring her body to him completely.He doubted she recognized the significance of the movement—the implied trust—buthedid.
Dmitri didn’t stop.
He gave himself over to the feel of her against his mouth and the taste of her on his tongue in a way he hadn’t given himself over to anything in living memory.She was hot and wet and shaking and it was because ofhim.
His wife.
His Keira.
His and yet not his at all.
He hitched her legs higher and wider, opening her to him so he could do exactly as he’d promised.He thrust his tongue into her, relishing her cries even as he relished the act itself.His.
