It’s filthy, yet perfect, and I crave more.
When two fingers enter me with a deep thrust, I cry out, my eyes closing until his voice rumbles.
“Net. Open your eyes.”Thrust.“I want you to see who’s fucking you.”
His gaze immediately locks on mine, like he’s drinking in the sight of me losing control. His thumb circles tight over myclit while he pummels harder, deeper, the tension in his jaw betraying just how much he wants this too. His tongue slips out to wet his lower lip, like he’s starving for a taste.
The pace quickens. My breaths shorten. Every nerve ending sharpens.
Don’t close your eyes. If you do, he’ll stop. He’ll make you beg.
And I’m already teetering on the edge. One more second and I’ll fall apart.
My hands grip his biceps, fingers digging into the thick muscle, and the strength of him makes it all worse. Or better. I can’t tell the difference anymore.
His mouth finds my throat, hot and possessive, trailing lower with kisses that turn my skin to fire. Down to the curve of my collarbone. Then lower.
Until he starts to drop to his knees.
Panic lances through the haze.
“Wha-what are you doing?” I whisper, grabbing his arm.
Because I know what he’s about to do. And there’s no way in hell I’m letting him do that here. Not where someone could see.
Not where I might like it.
But Aleksei just smirks and sinks to his knees, ignoring my hesitation. And the sight of a man like him on his knees formeis a kind of power I’ve never experienced.
He slowly gathers my dress, the fabric whispering up my thighs until it’s bunched at my hips. When he throws one of my legs over his shoulder, his gaze burns into mine just as his mouth seals over my core.
“Oh God,” I choke out, fingers diving into his hair as his tongue strokes across my clit.
Light and teasing at first, then deeper, more demanding. Every muscle tightens. Every breath stolen.
He devours me like a man starved, groaning into me, tasting me, while I struggle to stay standing, my legs turning weak and useless.
The tempo shifts. Slow. Fast. A wicked rhythm that drags me closer to the edge only to yank me back again. His tongue slides deep, his growl vibrating through every nerve ending as his fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes me see stars.
It’s too much. It’s not enough.
Need barrels through me like a train I can’t stop.
“Come on now,” he rasps against me, words thick with need. “Let them hear you. Let them see who this body belongs to.”
No, no. I don’t belong to him. I never will.
Oh God!
His mouth returns, merciless now, driving me straight toward the edge, until I’m shaking, boneless, on the verge of coming apart entirely.
But then he stops.
I blink down at him, chest heaving. “Are…are you kidding me?”
If he leaves me like this, I swear to God, I’ll?—
But before I can finish the thought, he rises from the floor, towering over me like he owns the air around me. His hand lifts to my cheek, palm warm, steady, grounding me in the chaos he just created.
