I honestly never would’ve pegged him for being such a generous lover. But that’s the only way to describe him in bed.
I exhale shakily as his teasing works me up. My hand finds his shoulder, gently urging him lower.
Gavriil eases his way down my body, his lips leaving a trail all the way to my hipbones.
I almost whine in impatience, but I remember what happens after this is over. I want it to last as long as it possibly can.
Gavriil finally lays down on his stomach, guiding my legs over his shoulders before sliding his hands under my bottom.
He tilts my hips up to feast on me as my eyes flutter shut in bliss.
I grip fistfuls of his hair, tugging harder with every stroke of his talented tongue.
Gavriil pushes it inside of me, his nose brushing my clit as he loses himself between my thighs. When I cry out, he groans against me, the vibrations traveling through me to make me arch under him even more urgently.
I lose my breath when his two fingers replace his tongue. They sink inside of me at the same time he starts sucking on my clit. “Gavriil!”
He hooks his fingers upward, massaging the spot deep inside of me that makes my thighs clamp down on either side of his head. He grips one thigh with his free hand, prying it to the side so that he can continue his ministrations.
I writhe under him as the coil in my stomach winds tighter and tighter. The lash of his tongue feels so amazing that it makes my head spin. How is heso goodat this?
I don’t really want to think about it right now, but I suddenly understand why the women in his cage were so quick to surrender to him.
Gavriil thrusts his fingers deeper and faster, my wetness coating them all the way down to his knuckles. He doesn’t stop, not even when my orgasm crackles through me like lightning. Not when I shake uncontrollably.
He only stops when I drag him up my body by his hair so that I can kiss him again. He groans as I taste myself on his tongue and rub myself on the bulge of his pants. Why is he still wearing his pants?
“Was that the goodbye you wanted from me,printsessa?” he asks against my lips.
I shake my head. “No.” I already know this will make leaving him even harder. But if this is goodbye, then I want it burned into me. “I want you inside of me.”
Gavriil goes still for a moment before he moans my name and whispers Russian words in my ear, turning me on even more. “You should go…”
“Please, Gavriil,” I beg as I slide my hand over his erection through his pants, feeling how hard he is just from tasting me. “Don’t you want me, too?”
Gavriil swallows hard as I stroke him, his breath hitching. “Yes. God, yes, I want you.”
I can’t help but smile a little at how fast he answers in a rush before I give him the same order he once gave me. “Take off your clothes for me, Gavriil.”
He draws away from me and stands next to the bed, his hands quickly undoing his pants and stripping them off with the rest of his clothes until he’s completely bare.
When my gaze snag on his scars, his fingers trace along the two faint lines on his abdomen. “Yes, these came from my father. I’m not that easy to kill, though.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell him honestly.
“Don’t be. The way you feel about Archer is how I feel about him,” he says. “But that’s enough talk about ghosts. We’re short on time as it is.”
He steps closer to the bed, prepared to slip back between my thighs. Before he has the chance, I go to my knees in front of him instead.
He pauses as he gazes down at me. “Printsessa…”
My hands roam up his abs, over the raised lines of his old wounds as our eyes lock. When he tenses under my hands, I slow down my motions. I have a feeling that he’s not used to letting people touch him like this.
My hands move lower until my fingers brush along the base of his erection before wrapping around it, earning a faint groan from him that I feel between my thighs. My eyes stay on his as I stroke him, my free hand resting on his hip.
Gavriil’s eyes become half-lidded, their shade becoming a darker tint as he watches my hand move. “That feels so…fucking…good.”
I want to make him feel even better. I want to taste him again.
