Page 16 of Harvest Maze

While keeping the pressure between my legs, he reached up with his other hand and trailed his fingertips up my ribs. Then around my side. I panted in a frenzy of anticipation until he splayed his touch around my breast.

“Kráska,” he groaned then covered one aching nipple with his mouth.

The heat was delicious.

He sucked hard.

My whole body shuddered.

He lifted his head, taking my breast with him. He pulled it between his teeth until they scraped the nipple. Then I was free of him, but only for a moment. He kept moving back so he could tug my pajama pants off.

Once they were free, he was on me. He hooked my knee over his shoulder, pressed his touch against my bare skin, and set a slow, torturous pace.

I swallowed the cry and rolled my hips into his touch. His thumb found my clit as his tongue brushed over my other breast.

My head fell back, and I gasped for breath.

Demyan’s mouth closed over me, sucking and biting, while his fingers explored with a relentless rhythm. I thrashed, clutching at the cushion, the ache inside me intensifying until I wanted to cry out, to beg, except all I could manage were wordless pleas.

“You make me break my rules,” he growled against my skin.

My voice sounded broken. “I do?”

He nodded. “You’re irresistible.”

My body lit like a flame at his praise.

Demyan never let up. His hand was strong, sure, two fingers sliding with skill I’d never felt before, the third pressing with a sinful exactitude that made my mind blank out in shock. My thighs tried to clamp together, but he held them open, kneeling over me like a conqueror, keeping me exposed and trembling. Every breath felt like it was scraped from my lungs.

His teeth scored my breast. “Harder!”

I realized I was holding his arms. My grip was on his biceps, but at his command, I dug my nails into his flesh, scoring and marking. He pressed harder with his thumb, curled his fingers just so, and the world detonated. I bit the inside of my lip to ground myself, but that didn’t stop the cry from ripping from me.

“That’s it, give it to me,” he ordered. “Your body is mine.”

His….

I came hard.

Pleasure coiled tightly before releasing in an explosion. I forgot where I was. Who I was. All I knew was this man. I felt his weight, his heat, and the grip of his hand not letting me go. He decided when I was done, and that wasn’t until every pulse receded into an aftershock that left me limp in his arms. I was wrung dry on the couch, boneless and shivering. I couldn’t even reach for him, but I didn’t have to. He gathered me gently, as if I was something precious, and tucked me against his chest. My feet drew up on the cushions as his hands smoothed up and down my back.

“Fuck, Ivry,” he whispered into my hair, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. “I knew you would drive me crazy.”

I half-laughed, half-sobbed into the curve of his neck. He held me so tight I thought I might bruise, but I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Was that okay?” he asked.

How could he ask that?

It was perfect! It was more than just the physical. There was some connection there as well. It shivered between us. It made me trust him!

But…there was one flaw in the moment.

Demyan was still clothed. Completely, maddeningly clothed! While I lay mostly naked and trembling beneath him.

I met his gaze, struggling to fill my lungs. The way he watched me, blue eyes dark and wild, didn’t help.

“I loved it,” I promised. “That was exactly what I needed.”