My mouth drops open, the heat burning my cheeks.
“Well, go on—” I don’t even finish the sentence before his mouth crashes into mine, his hands tangled in my hair.
It’s the type of kiss that steals your soul. Desperate and delicious.
“I’m supposed to be protecting you,” he pants against my lips. “Not fucking you senseless.”
I smile against his lips, trying to catch my breath. “I’d say this still counts as looking after me. I have needs only you can tend to.”
His hand tightens around my waist, pulling me flush to him, his eyes searching my face for hesitation he won’t find.
“Is this what you need from me?” he murmurs. “You want me to make you feel good?”
I nod. I want that. But I also want everything from him.
His hand slides up my bare thigh as he presses me into the door, lifting my leg. I can feel how hard he’s getting through his boxers, and my body responds instantly.
“I want to make you feel good too,” I whisper.
“Only after I’ve worshipped you, lastochka,” he says softly. “Will you be a good girl and let me do that?”
My throat tightens, not with fear, but with something dangerously close to surrender. “I thought you’d be rough,” I admit quietly. “Dominant. Take what you want.”
He chuckles and kisses me again. “You’ll learn my tastes at your pace. Just like I’ll learn yours. Tonight isn’t about taking, it’s about you. I get off on your pleasure, Lily. That’s who I am… for you.”
My breath leaves me in a rush. “I’m not fragile. I do have sex.” I pause, biting my lip. “Okay, not often, but I still do.”
I’ll leave out the part that it always makes me feel dirty afterwards. That I get no real pleasure out of it.
He winces briefly, then steadies. “I know. But this requires trust. When the time comes, I’ll push your boundaries. I’ll give you everything you want. And I’ll punish you when you need it.”
Fuck.
“Are you real?” I ask quietly.
He brushes his thumb along my cheek. “I’m no Prince. I’m the villain in a lot of stories. Just not yours.”
I rock my hips into him, and he groans. I know I’m soaked for him, and I know he can feel that against his boxers.
“I’m not going to last five minutes,” he murmurs.
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Neither am I.”
He lifts me effortlessly, my legs locking around his waist as he devours my mouth, hands firm on my back, holding me exactly where he wants me.
“You’re perfect,” he mutters.
I grin against his lips as his teeth catch my bottom lip, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel like I’m waiting to be wanted.
I already am.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Drago
Our lips are locked as we fumble into the bedroom. I flick on the light and carry her toward the bed. I need to see all of her.
“Drago,” she moans against my mouth.
