and nibbled, dragging the tips of his fangs across the mounds in a tantalizing threat. She threw her head back against the door and silently begged him to do it.
Oh, shit, she was so far down the rabbit hole with him. And, God help her, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She carded her fingers into his hair, loving the thick silkiness of it, and embraced him as he sucked her nipple through the thin satin of her bra.
He gripped the back of her left wrist and pulled it to his mouth. “This is what I must…” He trailed off and laved his tongue against the red marks on her arm.
She moaned as his saliva tingled against the cuts and abrasions. It didn’t hurt. Just the opposite. It brought such maddeningly beautiful relief. The sensation ricocheted through her and had her writhing against him. He hummed something that sounded like satisfied approval and slid a thick muscled thigh tight between her legs. She cried out at the glorious friction and couldn’t help but rock her hips against him.
He cut his gaze to hers as he licked her forearm with his healing saliva. His eyes were a blazing blue. She could fall into those eyes and be so happy there… The thought brought another with it, and suspicion sent her heart slamming against her breastbone: he was the cause of her angst. Somehow, needing to find Nikolai, protect him, be with him was the source of the restlessness and confusion plaguing her all these long months. She’d left the service of the Proffered, and soul deep her body had known that decision put her on the wrong path.
The truth of her revelation spiraled through her body and settled itself in every cell. Combined with his tongue, his thigh, his eyes, those little sounds of masculine appreciation—it was all too much. “Oh, God, Nikolai. You have to…” She shook her head, unable to control her breathing, or her body. “You have to stop, or I—”
“Not yet.” He pulled his leg away.
She whimpered and flexed off the bars.
The corner of his mouth curled up as he healed her with one last long, languid stroke of his tongue.
“No, no. I have to. Please.” She squirmed and ground her belly against his cock. Despite her general inexperience, her body acted on its own instinct, seemingly knowing what, or whom, would bring her the relief and release she nearly screamed for.
“You have to what, angel?”
She hesitated for a few short, quick heartbeats. “I have to…” The word on the tip of her tongue, she clenched her thighs together, burning for the friction he’d given to her moments before. “Oh, God.”
“You have to come, yes?” he whispered against her ear. Kate nodded, her stomach flip-flopping at his tone, full of sin and satisfaction. One hand fell to her jeans, tugged at the zipper, ripped the denim open. “I want to wear you on my skin,” he said.
Gently but firmly, he slid his fingers under the band of her panties.
The rough pads of his fingertips slid into the soft hair at the top of her mound, and Kate moaned and grabbed the closest bar with her free hand to keep from falling. He kicked at the inside of her shoe. “Open.”
Pressed against the iron bars of her dungeon cell, Kate spread her legs. Nikolai’s fingers dipped into the slick folds of her pussy, rubbing, flicking, pressing tight circles that stole her breath. He lingered a kiss to the healed skin over her radial artery, then dropped her arm and brought his mouth back to hers. The movement of his lips was deep, reverent, just the beginning of something she knew she’d never forget. She grabbed a bar with her newly healed hand and just let herself feel the incredible ecstasy he drew from her body.
Forehead resting against hers, he pushed one finger inside her and met her gaze. She gasped, his finger so much bigger than her own, which until this moment had been the sum total of her experience.
“Come on me, Katya. I want to feel it. I want to see it.”
“Nikolai,” she whimpered, holding his gaze. His finger simultaneously
Oh, shit, she was so far down the rabbit hole with him. And, God help her, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She carded her fingers into his hair, loving the thick silkiness of it, and embraced him as he sucked her nipple through the thin satin of her bra.
He gripped the back of her left wrist and pulled it to his mouth. “This is what I must…” He trailed off and laved his tongue against the red marks on her arm.
She moaned as his saliva tingled against the cuts and abrasions. It didn’t hurt. Just the opposite. It brought such maddeningly beautiful relief. The sensation ricocheted through her and had her writhing against him. He hummed something that sounded like satisfied approval and slid a thick muscled thigh tight between her legs. She cried out at the glorious friction and couldn’t help but rock her hips against him.
He cut his gaze to hers as he licked her forearm with his healing saliva. His eyes were a blazing blue. She could fall into those eyes and be so happy there… The thought brought another with it, and suspicion sent her heart slamming against her breastbone: he was the cause of her angst. Somehow, needing to find Nikolai, protect him, be with him was the source of the restlessness and confusion plaguing her all these long months. She’d left the service of the Proffered, and soul deep her body had known that decision put her on the wrong path.
The truth of her revelation spiraled through her body and settled itself in every cell. Combined with his tongue, his thigh, his eyes, those little sounds of masculine appreciation—it was all too much. “Oh, God, Nikolai. You have to…” She shook her head, unable to control her breathing, or her body. “You have to stop, or I—”
“Not yet.” He pulled his leg away.
She whimpered and flexed off the bars.
The corner of his mouth curled up as he healed her with one last long, languid stroke of his tongue.
“No, no. I have to. Please.” She squirmed and ground her belly against his cock. Despite her general inexperience, her body acted on its own instinct, seemingly knowing what, or whom, would bring her the relief and release she nearly screamed for.
“You have to what, angel?”
She hesitated for a few short, quick heartbeats. “I have to…” The word on the tip of her tongue, she clenched her thighs together, burning for the friction he’d given to her moments before. “Oh, God.”
“You have to come, yes?” he whispered against her ear. Kate nodded, her stomach flip-flopping at his tone, full of sin and satisfaction. One hand fell to her jeans, tugged at the zipper, ripped the denim open. “I want to wear you on my skin,” he said.
Gently but firmly, he slid his fingers under the band of her panties.
The rough pads of his fingertips slid into the soft hair at the top of her mound, and Kate moaned and grabbed the closest bar with her free hand to keep from falling. He kicked at the inside of her shoe. “Open.”
Pressed against the iron bars of her dungeon cell, Kate spread her legs. Nikolai’s fingers dipped into the slick folds of her pussy, rubbing, flicking, pressing tight circles that stole her breath. He lingered a kiss to the healed skin over her radial artery, then dropped her arm and brought his mouth back to hers. The movement of his lips was deep, reverent, just the beginning of something she knew she’d never forget. She grabbed a bar with her newly healed hand and just let herself feel the incredible ecstasy he drew from her body.
Forehead resting against hers, he pushed one finger inside her and met her gaze. She gasped, his finger so much bigger than her own, which until this moment had been the sum total of her experience.
“Come on me, Katya. I want to feel it. I want to see it.”
“Nikolai,” she whimpered, holding his gaze. His finger simultaneously
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