“What…what did you say?” I ask him.
Gavriil’s eyes flicker up to mine, a darker blue than normal. “That you’re gorgeous in white lace.”
My face warms. He’s said far dirtier things to me, but this is a genuine compliment. “Did you pick out this outfit?”
“I gave Ulyana free rein this time,” Gavriil replies as his hands roam up my bare thighs. “She did well.”
I was surprised but happy to see Ulyana again. It was nice to have one friendly face around.
“What would you have chosen? Another corset?” I ask him.
The side of his mouth turns up as his thumb grazes the middle section of my panties between my thighs, making heat burn within me. “You didn’t like the dress I chose last time?”
I actually did, but I don’t want to pump up his ego even more.
“Not really.”
“You should watch your pride, Alina.”
My eyes nearly roll out of my head as I scoff. “You want to talk about pride? Instead of apologizing to your own brother, you’re between my thighs right now. You can’t hide from your responsibilities forever, Gavriil.”
“No, but I’ll enjoy hiding here for now,” he says.
Desire pools low in my stomach as he leans down to press a teasing kiss against the thin fabric of my panties. Dominik flashes through my mind. I’m a little angry at him for putting me in this position, for encouraging me to manipulate Gavriil, so I plan to enjoy myself just this once. The moment Gavriil tugs my panties to the side and presses his mouth flush against my core, every thought escapes my mind anyway.
“Oh, God,” I breathe out before clamping my hand down over my mouth.
Gavriil is quick to pull my hand away and pin it against the top of his desk before returning his head between my thighs. His tongue flutters rapidly as he feasts on me, making me writhe helplessly beneath his mouth. My nails scrape against the wood as he drags his tongue over my clit, using the perfect amount of pressure to make my back arch.
Gavriil groans against me, and the sound somehow makes me throb even more. He hooks his arms around my thighs, pulling them farther apart and anchoring me in place so that I can’t squirm away.
My hand flies into his hair, tugging on it, holding him still when he hits that perfect spot, controlling him for once.
This powerful, intimidating man is devouring me ruthlessly on his desk like he can’t get enough, as if he’s thought about burying his face between my thighs for a long time.
My eyes flutter shut as a wave of bliss washes over me.
“Oh! Oh God,Gavriil!” I exclaim as he drags two fingers through my wetness before pushing them deep inside of me under his flicking tongue.
The pressure colliding with the friction makes my mind hazy, sheer pleasure flooding my senses. He would be so easy to resist if he was terrible at this or if his gorgeous blue eyes weren’t staring up at me hazy with need.
But that’s not the case. I try my best to resist him and fail repeatedly.
Gavriil hooks his fingers upward and starts rocking them in and out, pushing against a spot that makes my walls tighten. He groans again as his eyes fall shut, becoming consumed by me and my taste.
I race toward an orgasm at what feels like the speed of light, forcing his face tighter against my body as the coil in my stomach twists tighter and tighter. “Please, Gavriil…please…I’m so close.”
I’m babbling at this point, reduced to a desperate mess, and I can tell by the way that he doubles down that he loves it. He wants me to beg and moan and splinter to pieces for him while screaming his name, and only his name.
And he gets his wish.
Pleasure zips up my spine and then through the rest of my body, making me cry out his name again and arch off the desk.
Gavriil doesn’t stop. He draws out my orgasm for as long as he can with little licks. When I start shuddering from how sensitive I am, he finally pauses.
“That was…”
I don’t have time to catch my breath and finish my sentence before Gavriil’s tongue slides through my wet folds down to my entrance. With his eyes on mine, he slips his two fingers free, licks them clean, then resumes working them in and out of me.
