“Then prove it.”
That’s all it takes.
Wasting no time, I cut through that final bit of space and claim her lips so entirely, I know we’ll both be feeling the ghost of that contact for days.
Chapter 22 - Katya
Sergey pulls a breathless moan from my lips the moment his hand slips beneath my waistband, and his fingers brush against me.
Sparks shoot through me while my legs tremble, and my grip on the island behind me tightens.
His lips latch onto my neck, leaving rough kisses in his wake. His teeth graze my skin, then he sucks at my pulse point, muffling a satisfied sound against me.
Melting into the contact, letting the sensations wash over me, I don’t pull his hand out of my underwear, and I sure as hell don’t push him away. Instead, I bite back the whimpers that try to escape me while he rolls the pad of his finger against my clit.
Maybe I should force him to stop. Perhaps I should be running as far away from him and the trouble that follows him, but I can’t.
I don’t want to. Especially not while he has my body reacting so easily, coaxing my arousal to take over.
Something in me doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he can push through my defenses and make me weak for him. I don’t want that fact to go to his head.
But at the same time, I don’t have it in me to care.
I know how it feels to have Sergey’s complete attention, and to receive the otherworldly pleasure he has to offer. I’d be lying if I claimed not to want it again.
My breath catches as he slips a finger inside me, hips jolting forward at the feeling as he earns himself a strangled sound for it.
“This doesn’t seem like a truce,” I murmur, lashes faltering while he nips at my neck.
“It’s my kind of truce,” he returns, kissing along my jaw, then hovering his lips above mine. The corners pull into a subtle smirk. He takes his time, adding another finger before slowly gliding them both within me. “…and punishment for being so tempting.”
I swallow back a moan, trying to hold my own despite how good his touch feels. “You say that like I did it on purpose.”
“Maybe you did,’ he hums, taking my bottom lip between his teeth hungrily. He releases it, gently kissing me afterwards. “Or maybe it’s just that effortless for you.”
I shudder from his ministrations, feeling myself growing more and more impatient.
“Maybe I should be punishing you for nearly getting us killed tonight.”
Reaching up, I grab the buttons on his shirt and quickly work to get them undone, exposing his chest to me. Even through the fog in my head, I take in the muscled planes of his body, along with the few tattoos he has.
Sergey’s eyes darken from my insistence and my words, but a touch of satisfaction gleams through. “I’d love to see you try.”
Before he can be too triumphant about the upper hand he has over me, I reach for his belt, pulling it undone, then popping the clasp open.
He tenses slightly, seemingly not expecting me to turn the tables. But I slip my hand between his black briefs and his trousers, feeling how achingly hard he is already. He grunts atthe contact, and the closing of his eyes betrays how affected he is.
“Christ…” Sergey mumbles, trying to push through the pleasure by focusing on his fingers idly pumping inside me. His thumb swipes over my sensitive bud, making my hips twitch. “You just can’t ever surrender, can you?”
“No,” I return softly, leaning in to press my lips against his neck this time. “Not when it comes to you.”
He groans the second I slip my fingers beneath the band of his briefs, gliding along his erect shaft. His forehead drops against my shoulder while I tease him, keeping my touch light enough to leave him wanting more.
“You’re cruel,” he mumbles, quieting his pleasured sounds while he just barely grinds against my hand.
“I never claimed to be anything else.”
Sounding frustrated, Sergey allows the mutual teasing to continue a moment longer before he huffs out a breath, removing his hand and pulling mine out before turning me around.
