My gaze drops to the straining fabric of his boxers. To the thick outline that seems even more obscene up close. My tongue darts out, wetting my lower lip before I can stop it.
"There she is," he murmurs. "My hungry little queen."
Heat floods my cheeks. Between my thighs. Everywhere.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband. Drags the fabric down. The boxers drop to his ankles, and I forget how to breathe.
That's not going to fit.
He's thick. Impossibly thick, with a slight curve that makes my internal muscles clench. A vein runs along the underside, pulsing visibly. The head is already leaking.
"Vittoria." His voice is gravel. "Eyes up here."
I drag my gaze to his face.
"You look scared, solnyshko."
"I'm doing math," I manage. "The geometry doesn't work."
He laughs. He moves to my left side. His hand comes up, stroking through my hair.
"Such a smart mouth," he says. "Let's see what else it can do."
His fingers tighten in my hair. Not painful. Just enough to make my scalp tingle.
"You're going to take me in that pretty mouth." His voice drops to a growl. "And you're going to love every second of it."
Yes. God, yes.
"Open."
I part my lips.
He guides himself forward, the head pressing against my tongue. Salt and musk flood my senses. I close my eyes, letting the taste of him overwhelm everything else.
"Wider."
I stretch my jaw, and he pushes deeper. The weight of him fills my mouth, heavy and hot. My tongue traces the underside, finding that thick vein, and he hisses through his teeth.
"Fuck." His grip tightens in my hair. "Just like that."
I hollow my cheeks and suck. Hard.
The sound he makes shoots straight between my legs. A groan torn from somewhere deep in his chest.
I want more.
I take him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat. My eyes water. I don't care. His hips jerk forward, and I moan around him, the vibration making his whole body shudder.
"Look at you." His voice is ragged now. Barely controlled. "Taking me so well. Like you were made for this."
I pull back, tongue swirling around the head, then plunge forward again. His thighs tremble against my shoulder. The mighty Bratva heir, shaking because of my mouth.
Power.This is power.
"More," I demand, pulling off just enough to speak. "Give me more."
"Careful what you ask for."
