“Yes.” She’s breathless and unsure, but sounds very confident. It turns me insane.
She climbs over me, her knees settling on either side of my hips. The feeling of her bare skin against mine, the friction of her soft thighs against my rougher ones, is an exquisite torture. She hovers over me, her hair falling like a silken curtain around us, creating a private world where only the scent of our shared heat exists.
“Then take me,” I growl, my hands coming up to grip her waist, my thumbs digging into the soft flare of her hips to steady her—or perhaps to steady myself. “Show me exactly how you want me. Show me how much of a ruin you want to make of me.”
I watch her through hooded eyes, my pulse drumming a heavy, frantic rhythm in my throat. The contrast is staggering:the innocent girl I swore to protect is now the woman haunting my every waking thought, looking down at me with a hunger that matches my own.
I reach up, one hand tangling in her hair to pull her face down toward mine. “If you do this,” I warn, my voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly depth, “there’s no going back. I’ll never let you leave this bed until you’ve had your fill of me.”
Raelyn looks down at me, her eyes clouded with a dark, defiant heat that makes my blood boil in the best possible way. A slow, playful smirk touches her lips—a look I’ve never seen on her before—and it’s more intoxicating than any drink I’ve ever had.
“Then it’s a good thing I have a very large appetite, Konstantin,” she whispers, her voice surprisingly steady, despite the way her body trembles against mine. “I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
The boldness of it hits me like a physical blow. Before I can even process the shift, she leans down, her lips finding the pulse point at my throat. She doesn’t just kiss me; she nips, her small, sharp teeth grazing the skin in a way that makes a low, primal growl vibrate through my chest.
She continues her descent, her hands sliding down my arms to pin my wrists to the bed, mirroring what I did to her only moments ago. I let her. I’m a slave to her touch as she kisses a path down the center of my chest, her tongue tracing the lines of my tattoos as if she’s trying to read the ink with her mouth.
When she reaches my nipples, she doesn’t hesitate. She captures one between her lips, swirling her tongue over the peak before sucking it deep into her mouth.
“F-fuck, Raelyn,” I choke out, my back arching off the mattress as a bolt of pure electricity shoots straight to my groin.
I growl again, a deep, guttural sound of warning and want. My hands twitch against the sheets, every instinctscreaming at me to flip her over and take control, but the sight of her hair draped over my skin, her mouth worshipping me with such unexpected ferocity, keeps me pinned to the spot. She’s claiming me, inch by agonizing inch, and I’m realizing that as much as I own her, I am becoming completely, dangerously hers.
I watch her, my vision blurring at the edges, as she continues her slow, torturous descent. She moves with a newfound confidence that is absolutely lethal, her tongue tracing the line of my abdominal muscles, lingering in the dip of my hip bones. Every time her hair brushes against my skin, it feels like a live wire.
“Raelyn,” I groan, the word sounding like a prayer and a curse.
She doesn’t stop. She reaches the waistband of my boxers—the last barrier—and hooks her thumbs into the fabric. She looks up at me once more, her gaze hooded and dark with a budding carnal knowledge that makes me feel like I’m the one being hunted. With a slow, steady pull, she strips the fabric away, discarding it as if it’s nothing, until I am completely exposed to her.
She leans in, her breath hot against my skin, and then she fulfills her promise.
The first touch of her tongue is a shock—a wet, searing contrast to the cool air of the room. I let out a jagged, broken sound, my fingers tangling in the sheets until I can hear the fabric beginning to strain. She’s tentative for only a heartbeat before her natural curiosity takes over, her mouth exploring me with a soft, wet heat that has me seeing stars.
“God, you’re…you’re going to kill me,” I say, my hips bucking instinctively toward her.
She’s so delicate, yet the way she takes me—the way she tastes me with such honest, greedy intent—is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever experienced. I watch her head move against me,the sight of her innocence meeting my corruption in the most visceral way possible. My heart is thundering against my ribs, a wild animal trying to escape its cage, as I realize I’ve never been more vulnerable or more powerful than I am in this moment, at the mercy of her mouth.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice a jagged, broken rasp that barely sounds like my own. I reach down, my fingers tangling deep into her silken hair, not to pull her away, but to guide her. “Raise your head, Raelyn. I want to see you take me. I want to see my cock disappearing into that pretty mouth of yours.”
She obeys instantly, her eyes wide and shimmering with a mixture of dark heat and newfound boldness. She lifts her chin, her gaze locking onto mine as she leans back in. The sight is absolute, unmitigated destruction.
Seeing the contrast of her pale, delicate face against the raw, dark reality of my body—watching her lips stretch and part to accommodate me while she keeps her eyes fixed on mine—nearly stops my heart. It’s the most carnal, possessive thing I’ve ever witnessed. She takes me deeper, her throat working, her eyes never wavering from the storm-gray of mine.
“Fuck,” I choke out, my head slamming back against the pillow as a violent shudder wracks my frame. “That’s it…right there. You’re destroying me, little bird.”
The visual is too much. The way she looks at me—with a combination of absolute surrender and a silent, fierce claim—is a lethal weapon. Every wet, rhythmic slide of her mouth is a physical blow to my resolve. I’m a man who prides himself on control, on being the one who dictates the terms, but as I watch her worship me, I realize I’m completely undone.
I can feel the pressure coiling in my gut, the white-hot heat of a climax that threatens to shatter me before I’ve even had the chance to be inside her. My grip in her hair tightens, myknuckles turning white, as I fight the urge to just lose it right then and there.
“Are you going to swallow every drop of my cum for me?” I growl, my voice sounding like grinding stone. “Are you going to take it all,moya dusha?”
She bobs her head, a low, vibration-filled hum echoing from her throat as she takes me deeper. The sound—that primal, submissive acknowledgment—nearly makes me combust right there. My hips jerk off the bed, my entire body vibrating with the effort not to just explode.
“You have to swallow everything,” I command, my fingers tightening in her hair, anchoring her. “Every single drop. Don’t you dare let a bit of it go to waste. You’re going to drink me down until you’re full of me.”
She nods, her eyes dark and glazed with a total, terrifying devotion.
I can’t take it anymore. I need to be the one moving, the one dominating the space between us. In one fluid, violent motion, I grip her waist and flip us over, pinning her beneath me. Her hair fans out like a halo against the dark sheets, her chest heaving as she looks up at me, breathless and expectant.