I gasp as his mouth replaces his fingers, kissing and licking me. My eyes flutter shut as waves of pleasure roll through me, intensifying with each stroke of his tongue.
Dominik doesn’t devour me. He takes his time, slowly and deliberately drawing every ounce of pleasure out of me like he never wants it to end. His fingertips sink into my waist and thighs, holding me down exactly where he wants me as I come apart for him.
As soon as the tremors stop, I slide my fingers into his hair and gently tug. “Please.”
He already knows what I’m begging for.
Dom drags his tongue over my center one more time as if savoring me before crawling up my body. He leans down and kisses me while I push his boxer briefs down his hips. He takes them off the rest of the way and settles perfectly between my thighs, his cock nudging my entrance.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer until he sinks inside of me. My lips part against his in a soft moan, my nails pressing into his upper back.
Dom kisses his way along my jaw as he steadily rocks in and out of me, making me take every inch of him with each thrust.
All I feel is bliss as our bodies connect in that perfect way. I crave his touch. The weight of his body on mine. The heat of his bare skin.
I need it all.
Dom slides one hand under my head, his fingers disappearing into my hair. He captures my lips in a deep kiss, his pace increasing as I claw at his back needily.
When he hits the perfect spot, I forget how to do anything. How to kiss. How to move. How to breathe.
Dominik maintains that pace and angle, driving me closer and closer to the edge until I’m suspended in euphoria, moaning into his mouth.
He draws out the sensations with a few more thrusts before he sadly pulls out. Dom finishes in his stroking hand, spilling over my stomach, leaving him breathless. He then presses gentle kisses all over my face, ending on my lips as they curl into a tired smile.
“So fucking beautiful and amazing,” he says to me. “Let me get a washcloth to clean you up.”
When he returns, and we both get cleaned up, I cuddle up to his side, my head resting on his chest as our legs tangle together under the blanket.
I’m sated and comfortable, but I can’t help but feel like something is missing.
I shift a little against Dom, my mind wandering down the hallway to where Gavriil’s sleeping alone. I don’t want him to be lonely, but I don’t want to leave Dom either.
So, I wait until sometime after midnight, once Dominik has fallen asleep, before I slip out of his arms. I throw on a robe, cinching it at the waist before I make my way down the hallway.
The bedroom door is open. And inside, Gavriil stands at one of the tall windows, bathed in moonlight in just a pair ofsweatpants. He glances over immediately, like he already knew I’d come.
Without a word, I cross over to him, letting the magnetic pull between us take over. There’s no need to fight it any longer.
Not when I’ve made what I want clear.
I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips against his, my body leaning against his bare chest. Bandages no longer adorn his hip, shoulder, or side.
I’m relieved that both of them healed so quickly.
As if ready to prove as much, Gavriil spins me around so I’m facing the window. My palms shoot out, catching myself on the cool glass. Reaching around my waist, he undoes the tie on my robe, then tugs it down my shoulders and off, leaving me completely bare before him.
“Gorgeous,” he remarks with a slap to my bare bottom. Placing a kiss on my cheek, he adds, “I’m glad to see you,printsessa. I can’t wait to make you come for me again.”
“I’ve missed you. And this,” I tell him as both of his big hands cup my breasts. He groans as he rubs himself against my bottom, already growing long and hard in his pants. Gavriil’s lips leave a trail down my neck as one of his palms slides down my stomach.
“You smell like him. I bet you would taste like him too, wouldn’t you?” he asks against my ear as he sinks his fingers into me.
“N-no…maybe,” I stammer as I try to form the words. “He didn’t…”
“He didn’t come inside you?” Gavriil asks. I shake my head in response. “Good,” he says as he drops to his knees behind me. He guides my hips back, bending me forward, then grasps both my ass cheeks, parting them for his tongue.
“Oh my God!” I exclaim as he licks me from my puckered hole to my clit. Gavrill shoves his tongue inside me and groans as he swirls it around.
