He would never be so cruel. Running his hand down the length of her dress, he stopped at the hem. “Can I take this off?”
“Yes,” she breathed without a moment’s hesitation.
He helped her out of her garment, tossing it behind them. Her bra followed, leaving her in a pair of red lace panties that had his cock standing at full attention once more.
He’d been right that first day, when he’d called her a goddess. She was clearly made by the gods, designed especially for him.
If he were a poet, he’d fill rooms with notebooks, marvelling at her beauty. If he were an artist, he’d paint her every day. If he were a musician, he’d compose an infinite number of sonnets in her name. He was none of those things, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate her.
“Fuck, River. You are absolutely magnificent,” he groaned.
He couldn’t keep his hands off her any longer. He bent, capturing her rosy nipple in his mouth and rolling her other breast through his hand.
River arched into his touch and moaned. The sound waseverything, and Nikhail’s soul rejoiced at the fact that she was making it for him. He licked her nipples and played with her breasts until she was a moaning, whimpering, needy mess beneath him. Only then did he kiss his way down her stomach, memorizing each moan, each inhale, and each gasp.
He reached her center and ran his knuckles over her soaked panties.
“Can I take these off?” His voice was a rasp.
“Yes,” she breathed, wriggling beneath him.
He tugged off her underwear, leaving her bare before him. Exquisite. That’s what she was. Beyond compare, he had never seen such a beautiful woman.
Nikhail reverently ran a hand through her wet folds.
“Gods, little storm, is this for me?” His fingers were glistening. When she nodded, he groaned and licked his fingers clean. Nothing had ever tasted so good.
He propped her legs over his shoulders, spreading her folds and admiring the view.
“Please,” she moaned, shifting closer to him. “I need you.”
How could he deny her? How could he leave her wanting? He’d sooner deny himself pleasure a million times over than refuse to give her what she needed.
Like a man starved, Nikhail dipped his head andate. He lost himself in River. The sounds that came from her as he sucked her clit into his mouth were the best ones he’d ever heard, and they were seared into his mind.
When she writhed against him, begging for more, he smiled against her center and doubled his efforts to make her come. When she tangled her hands in his hair, moving him exactly where she wanted him, he slipped a finger inside hersoaked core.
She was so fucking tight. He groaned against her, adding another finger and moving them in acome-heremotion.
“Nik…” His name was a babbled mess from her lips, and he’d been wrong before becausethatwas the best sound he’d ever heard.
The stream of words that came from her became increasingly loud and incoherent as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Making her fall apart became his sole focus in life.
If River would let him, he would never leave, forever worshipping at the altar between her legs. There was nothing else he wanted, nothing that would ever come close to this.
And when he added a third finger and moved them just so, when she screamed his name and her walls fluttered as she came around him, he realized that no matter what happened next, this night would live in his mind for the rest of his life.
Nikhail would never forget the way River collapsed on the bed, panting. Never forget the way she tried to squirm away from him when he returned his lips to her center. Never forget the cries that tore from her throat as he pulled another orgasm out of her.
Only then did he press a kiss to her inner thigh and slip away to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth with warm water. He cleaned her, careful not to jostle her too much, before turning off the lights and climbing into bed behind her. She sighed, the swell of her perfect ass pressing against him as he held her close.
“Sleep, River,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “I’ve got you.”
A phone was ringing nearby,and Nikhail was filled with the urge to find whoever was on the other end of the line and kill them.
Didn’t they know his goddess was trying to sleep? She was the little spoon to his big one, her body perfectly curled against his, and she needed her rest after last night. Who dared to try and disturb her?
Opening his eyes as the obnoxious ringing continued, Nikhail extricated himself from River as best he could. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were shut as she slumbered, her brown hair spread across the pillow. He’d combed his fingers through it last night as she’d fallen asleep in his arms.