My body is reacting in ways I’m not prepared for, everything pulling tighter and tighter, until it all snaps.
“Kirill!” I cry out as the orgasm tears through me in waves.
My head falls back as it hits harder than anything I’ve ever felt, leaving me shaking as I try to come down from it.
He grunts. “I will never get the sound of you saying my name like that out of my head.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, still riding the aftershock while he leans in, his mouth dropping to my neck, kissing a slow path down to my collarbone. My hands find him, fingers sliding into his hair, holding on while the scent of his woodsy cologne fills my lungs, making my head go light because it’s him—all of him—close enough to ruin every rational thought I’ve ever had.
His lips start to descend, fingers catching the strap of my dress, and my nerves flicker. But the moment his devouring eyes pin me in place, it all melts away.
He draws the material down until my breasts are exposed to the cool air, and the way he looks at me makes me feel stripped right down to my very soul. Then he lowers himself, settling on his knees in front of me, his gaze still fixed on mine as he looks up.
“Wha-what are you doing?” I barely get the words out while a lazy smirk appears, his palm lifting one leg until it’s hooked around his shoulder.
“Fucking you with my tongue.” The promise in his tone makes my stomach clench.
He leans in and presses a kiss along my bikini line, slow enough to feel like he’s teasing me on purpose. He kisses me again, closer now, until my fingers slide into his thick hair and hold on.
When the tip of his tongue slides into my wet slit, I jolt, body bowing, head falling back.
“I can’t…I…”
I’m beyond sensitive. The very idea of coming again doesn’t seem possible.
“Mm.” He grips my hips and pushes me into him, inhaling me, tasting me, owning my every thought. “You will give me what I want, and what I want is to feel your cunt tighten around my tongue while you come, solnishko.”
I jolt when he tastes me, and as he draws me into his mouth, flicking my clit, my vision blurs with the rising pleasure until everything else fades away. My hands stay on him, holding on to the solid muscles of his arms while my pulse starts to trip over itself and my thoughts dissolve into pure sensation. There’s nothing left but the way he keeps me right on the edge, the pressure that builds and builds, the ache twisting tighter inside me until I’m shaking for it.
He devours me like I’m the only thing that can fix whatever hunger lives in him, and I want to be the one who does.
His pace quickens, his chestnut eyes locked on mine as though he’s waiting for the exact second I break. His fingers slide inside me, the sensation turning sharp and overwhelming, and when his teeth graze my clit, that’s all it takes.
“Kirill!” His name breaks out of me as I shatter, coming undone so hard I can’t hold myself together.
I can’t seem to move or think. It’s like I’m floating somewhere above myself, watching it happen from a distance while my body keeps pulsing and trembling.
He laps me up, greedy for all of it, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. When he’s done, he rises, pushing his body into me, right before he kisses the corner of my mouth.
“What a good girl.” His lips feather over mine. “Thank you for that.” The words are gruff, sending another rush of heat through me.
Wait, shouldn’t I be thanking him?
My head spins. My heart pounds. My entire body is lit from the inside out, like I’m riding some impossible high I never want to come down from. He pulls back just enough to peer at me, tugging fabric into place until everything is where it should be while I’m still shuddering.
I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I did it withhim.
Reality starts creeping back in, nerves stirring low in my stomach, but one thing doesn’t change: nothing has ever felt like this before, and no man has ever had the chance to get this close to me.
He brings his hand up, the same fingers that had me shaking, and drags them across my lips. “Open.”
I do, closing my mouth around them, and the sound he makes is pure approval. His gaze stays fixed on me like he doesn’t want to miss any of it, and the hunger in his expression doesn’t fade.
He releases a rough breath, his body pinning me further, and as he does, his hardness presses into my stomach. A part of me wants to help him with that, but the words die in my throat. I wouldn’t even know what to do.
“Are you alright?” He cradles my cheek.
I nod. “That was…”
