Page 37 of Savage Pakhan

He sits on the edge of the bed and circles my wrist with his fingers. He brings my fingers to his mouth and sucks them deep.

I hold my breath, stunned at how bold he’s being. He hums, slowly easing my fingers free. I can’t breathe. I can’t believe he just did that.

“I’ve always wanted to know what you’ve tasted like.”

I just thought of this. Is this the dream? I pinch my side to make sure and the pain too real. I’m brought back down to earth.

“And? Am I… do I taste okay?” Fire blazes in my cheeks from the question.

He licks his lips and leans forward until I can feel his breath on my lips. “I want more.” Without breaking eye contact, he takes my hand and lowers it under the covers, telling me he wants his seconds now.

I insert a finger, pumping in and out, and whimper.

His nostrils flare.

“Don’t stop,” he orders, his words breathless.

His fingers clutch around the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white. His cock is hard, trying to stand straight but the weight of it pulls it down. My eyes flicker down, my mouth watering wanting a taste, but I’m too nervous to make the first move.

“Eyes on me. Up here. Look at me.”

I listen, dragging my gaze up his body until I’m locked into an emerald stare.

“I’m not going to touch you. You aren’t going to touch me. We’re going to make sure you’re comfortable first. I want you to trust me with your body, Mia. Since you haven’t been able to trust anyone with it yet. I know you aren’t ready. That’s okay. There’s no rush. Tonight is about me having the chance to even be near you when you’re…” His throat bobs when he swallows. “…Touching yourself to me. I want to watch the woman who wants me so bad, she cries out my name. I want to hear it again.”

“What if I’m ready?” The uncertainty in that question has him smirk.

“You aren’t or you wouldn’t have asked.” He reaches for my face, his thumb brushing over my lips. “When you’re ready, I’m going to kiss your lips until they are imprinted on mine. I’m going to take care of your body, treat it as the temple, the church that it is, and worship it every morning and night.”

“Alek,” I moan, adding another finger.

“You like that? You like dirty talk, Mia?” He skims his finger over my collarbone, and the simple touch is enough to have another orgasm threaten to send me into a coma.

I take his hand and have him grip the blanket. Giving him a pleading look, he slowly pulls the comforter away to reveal my body. The cool air hits me and does nothing for the heat simmering under my skin.

“Mia,” he growls, gaping at me with parted lips and approval sparkling in his eyes. “Fuck, Lyubimaya. You are stunning. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” His accent adds an underlying danger as if he’s a predator and I’m the prey. “Such a shame you haven’t been appreciated like you should.” His finger slides down my chest and I tense, nervous he’ll want more.

I want more. I want so much more, but he’s right. Not right now.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to do more than this. I promise.” The rough pads of his fingers glide across my chest. “Your skin reminds me of cashmere. So soft. So flawless,” he praises me.

I’ve never been praised before.

My heart surges in my chest. A glee of warmth possesses my body. My mouth opens as a silent scream gets caught in my throat.

“Look at me when you come. I never want to miss a moment of your pleasure.”

I do as he says, our gazes trapped, my hand moving faster. I’m soaked, the sounds wet and sinful.

“I can’t wait to be the one to make you come. I can’t wait to feel your body tighten around me.”

I gasp once, twice, and a massive wave of pleasure tenses me. I rock my hips, hoping to prolong it, fucking my fingers in and out hoping it will bring another orgasm. My hips raise, seeking more than my fingers can give me.

His fingers trail down my arms, the soft tickling sensations adding to the aftershocks that have me whine. He doesn’t stop appreciating me. Alek continues to explore, grazing my neck, the fast pulse beating wildly. He moves to my jaw, my cheek, then brushing his fingers through my hair.

Alek leans down, kissing my cheek, and whispers, “Don’t you dare think I’ve forgotten.”

I’m too spent to ask him what he means. Instead, I pull my brows together in confusion. He smirks, grabbing my wrist from between my legs, and gently brings my fingers to his mouth. He kisses my palm, my fingers shining against the dim bathroom light.