I’ve never wanted to be.
He bends and kisses my stomach, then lower.
My eyes widen. “Yaromir.”
He looks up at me from between my thighs.
Then his mouth is on me.
I cry out. There’s no way to stay quiet. Not when his tongue moves over my clit, hot and firm and terrifyingly sure. My hands fist in the sheets. My legs try to close, but his shoulders keep them open.
The first slow lick makes me tremble.
The second makes my hips lift.
The third makes me forget every thought except his mouth.
He eats me like he owns the hunger and I’m the one who has to answer for it. His tongue circles my clit, then drags lower through the wetness, then back up again. I’m panting now, helplessly, sounds spilling out of me no matter how hard I bite my lip.
“Don’t,” he says against me.
The vibration of his voice makes me jerk.
He lifts his head just enough to look at me. “Do you like it? Do you like my tongue inside you?”
My back arches in answer, my eyes almost rolling into the back of my head.
Then he goes back down.
I sob his name. The pleasure builds so fast, my body doesn’t understand how to take it. I’m hot everywhere, shaking everywhere, my breasts rising and falling with every broken breath. One of his hands slides up and cups my breast again, his thumb teasing my nipple while his mouth works between my thighs.
My fingers grab his hair. He groans against me, and the sound pushes me closer.
“Yaromir, I?—”
He sucks my clit. Hard.
The orgasm hits so violently I almost don’t understand it at first.
My whole body locks. Then it breaks open.
I cry out, hips lifting against his mouth, thighs shaking around his head as pleasure tears through me in waves. I have no control over the sounds I make. No control over the way I pull at his hair, the way I grind helplessly into his mouth, the way I keep saying his name like it’s the only word I know.
He doesn’t stop until I’m trembling too hard to take more.
Then he lifts his head.
His mouth is wet from me. His eyes are dark and merciless. I lie there ruined, nightdress pushed up, tits bare, legs open, chest heaving. He wipes his mouth with his thumb and looks at me like he has just proven something to both of us.
I can barely speak.
He climbs over me, bracing one hand beside my head. His cock presses hard against my thigh through his trousers, and my body reacts again despite the fact that I’m still shaking.
He feels it.
His eyes narrow. “Now,” he says, voice rough, “you know what your body does for me.”
I stare up at him, breathless, furious, humiliated, wanting more.
