“I want your mouth on me. I want your tongue…right…there.” I point to my aching clit without breaking eye contact.
The moment the words tumble out of my mouth, his hands clamp around my thighs.
Kirill yanks me down until I’m right where he wants me and then buries his face, inhaling audibly through his nose and parting my lips with his tongue.
He lashes my clit with relentless swipes, ending each one with a strong suck. Need coils in me, sending shockwaves up my body.
It’s not gentle.
Or slow.
He’s daring me, challenging me, testing to see how much I can take.
My mind can’t decide who’s really in command as I submit to the hot, deliberate pressure of his mouth on my pussy.
Searching for anything steady as he plays me like a fiddle, I clutch at the carved headboard behind his head. My thighs tremble, but he holds me firm, his grip simultaneously bruising and worshipful.
His tongue is pure sin as he maps the exact coordinates of my pleasure, each flick, each slow drag calculated to drive me out of my mind.
Tension builds as ragged gasps spill from my mouth, little desperate noises that would embarrass me if I had any self-consciousness left.
For a fleeting moment, I realize this time is different.
He’s done this to me before, sure, but never with me on top, and never in a way that leaves me exposed and untouchable, the goddess at the altar and the sacrifice all at once.
I’m the one who gets to peer down and watch his face and the feral devotion in his eyes each time he glances up through those impossibly dark lashes.
Kirill changed to give me this, and the head-spinning, heart-fluttering power he offers terrifies me.
Warmth blooms in my chest. The sensation hovers somewhere betweenlustandlove, and I don’t know how to handle the weight of it.
I feel like too much for my own body, as if I might ignite and explode at any moment.
I’m climbing so fast that the edges of my vision blur with the force.
He can tell. Of course he can. He switches tactics, slows down, tortures me with featherlight licks and then hard, hungry kisses.
In the lightning rod of my body, every nerve ending pleads for mercy.
He gives none.
He prolongs my pleasure, savoring my helplessness, until I’m panting and shuddering, all my thoughts giving way to mindless begging.
Just as I near the precipice, babbling and weeping with the need to shatter, he stops.
Chapter 28
Jordan
Stunned by the sudden cessation of pleasure, I whimper, my hands digging into the headboard viciously enough to leave marks. I glare down to find his bright, bottomless, and wickedly amused gaze fixed on mine.
I can’t exist without him.
The stupid thought fills my head with fuzz.
He licks his lips and raises an eyebrow, as if daring me to complain. “Is that how you want it?”
My whole body trembles as I abandon any semblance of pride. “Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Ever.”
