And no one ever will. Because now that I’ve had a taste of this woman, there’s no way I’ll ever let her go.
Anika is mine, and I’ll cut out anyone’s eyes if they even dare to look at her the wrong way.
As I shift my weight to align our bodies once more, she seems adorably embarrassed by her confession.
And as I settle on top of her, my forearms braced on either side of her so I don’t crush her beneath my weight, I’m overcome by the desire to understand her.
“You’ve really never come before?” I murmur, studying her striking features with awed bafflement.
“No. Pyotr didn’t… I mean, he never… um, used his tongue… down there.” Anika’s blush returns in full force, and she turns her face away as she stops trying to explain.
Dear god, she’s irresistible when she’s vulnerable—maybe even more so than when she’s being defiant.
It makes me want to dig deeper.
Trapping her chin between my finger and thumb, I gently turn it so she has to look at me again.
“Well then, that was his loss,” I breathe, “because I’ve never tasted anything so sweet.”
My eyes flick down to her lips, and the urge to claim them overwhelms me.
The light brush we shared at the conclusion of our ceremony wasn’t nearly enough.
But somehow, that feels even more intimate than what I just did to her, and I don’t want to cross some unspoken line that brings her defenses back.
Even if she’s given me permission todo with her as I please.
“God, I want to kiss you,” I rasp.
“What’s stopping you?” she breathes, her blue eyes wide and innocent with confusion.
I shake my head, unable to put words to the feeling I have.
Slowly, I lean in, gauging each micro expression that flashes across Anika’s face as her breath catches, her lips parting invitingly.
Each inch between us feels like an agonizing distance, and when I finally press my lips to hers, an explosion of sparks ignite between us, blasting through my chest like fireworks.
Anika gasps, breathily, and I just can’t help myself.
Delving my tongue between her lips, I taste her deeply.
A groan vibrates deep inside my chest at just how sinfully delicious she is, and when her delicate fingers wrap around my arms, pressing into my biceps, I can feel the yearning in her touch.
“Can you taste your sweet pussy,topolina?” I tease. “I think you’ve just become my new favorite dessert.”
Without waiting for a response, I claim her lips once more, kissing her deeply as my desire for her nears eruptive.
Anika releases the softest whimper, her tongue tangling with mine, and I’ve never wanted so desperately to have a woman respond to my touch.
Shifting my weight to lean on one forearm, I bring my other hand up to lightly rest against her pulse at the base of her throat.
“Your heart is racing,” I observe.
Anika’s head gives a jerky nod, her expression inscrutable, and when I let my hand slide lower, following her sensual curves, she releases a shuddering breath.
Lavishing her lips with attention, I continue to kiss her as I slowly work my way down to the peak of her thighs, the soft bare flesh of her of her folds.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, my fingertips brushing across the slick skin.
