“Come to bed with me,” she says.
9
RAINA
Sergei’s jaw tightens beneath my fingertips, the scrape of fresh stubble a raw contrast to the soft heat of his mouth hovering close without quite touching. Wind gusts in from the balcony, tossing loose strands of my hair across my cheeks, yet his dark gaze holds me still, intense enough to make the whole skyline blur. He leans in finally, lips brushing mine in a slow, deliberate test. I part for him, taste salt, taste the faint leftover sweetness of Nadia’s morning pancakes. A low, throaty sound from him vibrates against my tongue, and he deepens the kiss until the city below us falls away.
He breaks it on a ragged inhale against my mouth. “Inside,” he says, that gravel voice barely above a whisper. He laces our fingers and pulls me through the sliding door, shutting the night out with a purposeful click. Nadia’s door sits quiet down the hall. Vera stands guard in the shadows, giving us a single, knowing nod as we pass. The bedroom swallows us in gold light, dark silk sheets stretched taut over the massive bed, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the jagged skyline and the river glinting like dull steel. No guards, no clutter, only the muted hum of the city and the hush between us.
He backs me against the door, heat crowding in, six-four of solid menace and control. His hands bracket my face, thumbs tracing slow arcs that almost soothe until he breathes my name so softly it’s barely a sound. Raina. Then he crushes his mouth to mine again, and the hunger burns brighter. His tongue dives deep, exploring with a possessive glide that drags a muffled moan from my throat. I clutch his shirt, feel his heartbeat thundering under my palms. He pulls back an inch, eyes searching me. “You’re shaking.”
“It’s everything,” I whisper, breath catching. “Today. You.” The truth slips out raw, unedited.
His mouth curves, fingers sliding under my sweater hem. “Arms up.” The command rumbles low from his chest.
I obey. Cool air skates up my stomach, ribs, breasts as he peels the sweater off and tosses it aside. One deft motion, and my bra falls. His palms cup me, thumbs circling my nipples until they stiffen under his touch.
“Christ,” he mutters against my skin, voice gone rough and reverent. He dips his head, lips closing over one nipple, tongue flicking slow, controlled, until his teeth graze the tip and pleasure shoots straight through me. My head falls back against the door. “Sergei,” escapes as a hushed plea.
He shifts to the other breast, lavishing the same thorough attention while the first gets squeezed and kneaded, slick with his mouth. Heat pools between my thighs, and I clamp them together, a futile attempt to cling to composure. He drops one hand, drags my leggings and panties down in a single impatient jerk. I step free, naked except for socks I kick off, and his stare devours me. He strips fast—shirt gone, scars crossing his ribs like quiet confessions, muscles rolling under tight skin. Hispants fall, and his cock springs free, thick and heavy, the head shining.
He palms himself once, eyes never leaving me. “Bed?”
“Door,” I say, voice hoarse. I hook my fingers around his waist and yank him closer. “I want to feel it.”
His grin darkens. “You will.” He lifts me by my ass, pins me against that door again, my legs locking around his waist, ankles crossed behind him. His cock slides along my slick folds, painting himself with slow, teasing nudges that have my breath shivering. “Wet for me already,” he growls in my ear.
“Always,” I whisper.
He pushes inside inch by slow inch, stretching me open with focused patience. Halfway, he stops, his forehead resting against mine. “Look at me.” I do. His gaze holds me steady while he presses deeper until his balls are snug against my ass. He stays there. “Perfect fit,” he breathes. “Like you were built for my cock.”
I clench just to break that control, and he hisses. “Move,” I demand, breathless. He obeys, starting with gentle rolls that caress every inch of me, our bodies grinding together with quiet creaks from the door behind us. He catches my mouth again, tongues tangling in a deep kiss that tastes like hunger and promise. Heat builds low and tight, my clit brushing his base with every stroke.
I break the kiss, panting against his cheek. “Harder.”
His eyes flare. “Say it again.”
“Harder. Deeper.” My voice shakes as I bite back a louder sound.
“Fuck, I love that.” He thrusts harder, snapping his hips, barreling straight into that spot that makes sparks burst behind my eyes. My nails dig into his shoulders. “You’re close,” he murmurs, breath hot against my ear.
“Yes.” I barely get it out, my voice strangled.
“Stay quiet.” His thumb finds my clit, grinding tight circles. The orgasm slams through me, a silent scream trapped against his neck while my body convulses around him. He holds me through it, murmuring ragged praise against my skin. “That’s it. Milk me. Keep that pretty mouth shut.”
He slows only enough to let the aftershocks fade, then sets me down carefully. My knees wobble. He steadies me. “Bed now.” No argument allowed. He guides me across the room, the silk sheets cool beneath my barely grounded body as he kneels between my thighs. His gaze devours me, eyes darker than the skyline behind him.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, more to himself than me. Fingers spread me open. He dips his head and drags his tongue along my slit in one long, possessive stroke.
My hands fist the sheets. “Sergei,” slips out as a hiss.
He hums a low sound, mouth sealing around my clit, tongue flicking relentless pulses that make my hips jerk. I try to keep quiet, biting my lip, but the steady drag of his fingers pushing inside me—curling, finding that spot—tears a muffled cry from my throat. He pins my hips down hard, keeps eating me like a starving man. “Tastes like sin,” he mutters against me before sucking harder.
“Gonna come,” I whisper, voice trembling.
He doesn’t let up. “Give it here.” The second climax crashes into me, thighs clamping around his head, hands yanking his hair. He holds tight, riding every wave until the tremors slow. He comes up with a victorious grin, mouth slick with me. “Still want control?”
I nod, ragged. He lies back, arms spread, cock thick and pulsing against his stomach. I straddle him, sink down slow, savor every inch spreading me open again. He exhales through his teeth, fingers digging into my hips. “Eyes on me.”
