His hand slips under my panties.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers gliding between my wet folds. “So wet and so hot, already.”
The panties come off. I barely register the moment.
“I blame you, Yuri.”
“Guilty as charged, but I need to do something about it.”
I almost laugh as I pull back to look at him. By the gods, he’s gorgeous. His shoulders are broad, his chest is massive.
His arms look like he could snap me in half like a twig, vigorous veins traveling along his forearms. His nipples are hard, visible through a thin layer of dark curls.
And still, he looks at me like I’m the dangerous one.
My fingertips tingle as I brush over them.
His middle finger circles my swollen clit until my breath breaks.
The tension quickly becomes unbearable, and I kiss him again.
He massages my breast, tighter and tighter while he teases my tender nub over and over. The pattern is repetitive and driving me insane.
“I could do this all day and still not get enough of you,” he groans, his eyes darkening as they meet mine once more.
“Don’t stop,” I beg him.
“Why would I?”
He presses the bottom of his palm against my clit and drives two fingers inside me.
I hold my breath.
“I need to feel you, Astrid.”
“Oh, Yuri…”
He finger-fucks me into oblivion, and I lose all sense of time and space as an orgasm ravages me to the core.
I come hard, quivering and gasping for air as he goes deeper and faster.
I hear the slickness of his fingers squeezing me dry, my core unwinding as the pressure comes off in waves.
Ripples across a lake, just as the storm hits.
He kisses me, my moans muffled to keep this affair to ourselves.
I ride the feeling until the haze lifts from my eyes and see him again.
Dark and tall and menacing and oh, so hungry.
“I have to taste you,” Yuri declares.
“Yuri…,” I sigh, then giggle as he kisses me one more time before he lifts me off the floor and has me sitting on the counter’s edge.
I feel as light as a feather in his arms.
In his embrace, my weight is not something to apologize for.
