She nods, biting her lip to tease me.
I pull out of her carefully, turning her to face me. Expecting her to need a breath, a pause?—
But she doesn’t miss a beat. Her mouth is on mine. She’s claiming me, and I’m letting her take what she needs from me.
“Again?” I ask against her lips.
“Please, sir,” she breathes, batting her lashes.
Like I’d ever say no to that.
I lift her into my arms. She clings to me instinctively, legs wrapping tight around me. I drop to my knees and lay her back on the mat behind me, positioning her with ease. Her ass lifted, her legs sliding over my shoulders like she was made for this. Like she was made for me and me alone.
“Show me how far you can spread your legs, lastochka,” I tease, eyes dark.
I’ve seen her do the splits. I’ve seen how far she can push herself.
Her lashes flutter. She keeps her legs straight, toes pointed, and spreads them as far back as they’ll go with that dancer control that drives me fucking insane.
“Wow,” I breathe, because it’s all I can manage.
Dipping my head, I drag my tongue along her slowly, tasting her properly this time. Taking my time, taking care.
My hands grip her ass, holding her open, anchoring her as I lap at her with soft strokes, circling where she’s already sensitive, already on the cusp of breaking for me.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice just pure hunger. “Let me clean you up.”
And then I devour her like a man starved. My mouth stays on her, dragging her higher with every stroke until her breath turns broken, her hands fisting on the mat.
She tries to lower her legs, her body begging for mercy.
But I don’t let her. “Don’t you dare move your legs until you come, baby,” I warn. “Not until you give it to me.”
Her breath catches, a helpless little sound slips out of her, and she holds.
She fights for it.
She shakes harder, and it drives me fucking crazy, her body coming undone in my hands as I keep her right there on the edge, teasing and taking and worshipping until she’s so close she can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel.
She found part of herself today. And she doesn’t even realize…
Just how whole she makes me.
CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
Lily
Song- Rain, Sleep Token
Three Weeks Later…
“Drago! What are you up to?” I call out, laughing as the sound of waves crashes somewhere ahead of us. The air is warm and salty, the sun beaming down on my skin like a blessing I don’t know how to deserve yet.
I can’t see a thing because Drago’s huge hands are covering my eyes again.
He even blindfolded me on the drive here like I was some kind of hostage—a very well looked-after hostage. I feel safe enough now that we’ve practiced blindfolding, using a safe word in the bedroom. So now, I can actually wear one for this surprise without being completely triggered.
“A few more steps, lastochka,” he murmurs in my ear, his voice so close it sends a shiver down my spine.
