Page 278 of Merciless Daddy

I could not think after that.

Her mouth wrapped around me with a slow, deliberate patience that made my hands grip the mattress hard enough to hurt. Her tongue moved over me. Her hand kept time beneath her mouth. Every breath she took touched me.

I watched her until I could not.

Then I watched her anyway.

My control began to fracture. I felt it in my hips, in the rough sound caught behind my teeth, in the way my name became a prayer in her mouth.

“Wait,” I managed.

Yelena looked up.

Her mouth was swollen. Her eyes bright.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“I am close.”

Her smile became wicked.

“I know.”

She stroked me once more. Twice.

Then she took her hand away.

I stared at her.

Yelena sat back on her heels, looking unbearably pleased with herself.

“You stopped.”

“I did.”

She laughed, climbed into my lap, and kissed me before I could make a proper objection.

“You make me wait sometimes,” she whispered.

“That is not—”

“I know. This is not discipline.” Her nose brushed mine. “I just wanted to know you could give me this too.”

I touched her cheek.

“You have it.”

Her expression changed. The play remained, but tenderness moved beneath it.

I turned us gently, laying her back against the sheets.

“May I?”

“Yes.”