“Oleg—”
“I would very much like to see you wearing it for the first time in private,” he murmured.
She felt the heat begin again. “Let me guess, you want me to wearjustthe crown, don’t you?”
“Don’t be silly.” He smiled. “There are other jewels in the set.”
“Mm-hmm.”
His smile grew. “But they would look best against your skin.”
“Of course.” She started to unbutton her neat silk blouse, not even trying to hold back her own smile.
She was as hungry as he was.
Tatyana dropped her blouse to the floor as Oleg watched her with greedy eyes.
“So these jewels…” She unzipped her trousers and let the fine wool slide to the floor. “Are they also for the wedding?”
“They are forme.” His eyes were fixed on the silk at the joining of her thighs. “The crown is for the rest of them, but everything else is for me.”
Tatyana freed her breasts from the lace bra she’d worn under her blouse, leaving her in nothing but a tiny triangle of white silk.
If she had been human, she would have felt the cold, but the goose bumps on her skin were purely provoked by Oleg’s energy, which was wrapping around her body and teasing the fine hairs on her skin, a wash of sensation that had her closing her eyes in pleasure.
Oleg was still at ease, leaning against a mirrored pillar in the treasury and holding the crown. “The rosewood cabinet behind you.”
She turned and felt a spike of satisfaction when she heard the low groan as Oleg took in her barely clad bottom. “This one?”
“It’s in the bottom drawer.”
She bent down slowly, shifting her hips and sliding her panties down her legs to provoke him more. “This one?” She kicked the last of her undergarments to the side and opened the drawer to find an array of jeweled daggers. She looked to the side. “Unless there is a new kink we need to discuss, this is not the correct drawer.”
“No, but I greatly appreciate that you made the effort.”
Tatyana stood and saw the rise in Oleg’s trousers.
She shook her head and laughed a little bit. “Which drawer?”
“The top.” He pursed his lips, trying to hide his smile. “Top drawer. On the right.”
She slid the drawer open and saw a beautiful piece of jewelry made of gold chain with glittering yellow stones that winked in the lamplight.
If it hadn’t had been laid out, she wouldn’t have understood what she was looking at, but the moment she saw it, she understood why Oleg wanted to see it on her.
Alone.
She lifted the gold chains, turned to her lover, and fixed the first one around her neck. “Like this?”
Oleg nodded.
“What next?”
He set the crown down and walked over to her. “Are you asking for my help?”
“I do not want to tangle the chains.” She was teasing him, but the gold links were as fine as thread in some places, so there was an element of truth.
He walked over, unfastening his trousers and sliding his zipper down. He ran his hand up the length of his erection, making Tatyana’s mouth water.
