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I slide away and take him again. My fingers dig into the muscles of his thighs as he flexes. His hips shift forward slightly, pulsing as he groans.
There can’t be any better feeling than the one I get bringing this powerful man to the brink.
My dress is pooled around my legs. Without taking him out of my mouth, I work the material down my body so I’m in nothing but my panties.
“Beautiful.” Yakov is looking down at me. He curves his hand around my cheek and lower, palming my throat. “Fucking beautiful.”
He thrusts faster and faster into my mouth. I’d be more than happy to let him finish like this. I want to drive him right over the edge.
But Yakov pops out of my mouth suddenly. He scoops me under the arms and stands me up. For some reason, I’m the one with shaky legs.
“One day, I’m going to finish in that pretty mouth of yours.” He kisses me deep, dipping me back, his tongue sweeping into my mouth until I’m panting. Then he backs me towards the bed. “But tonight, I need your mouth free so I can hear you moan when I fuck you to within an inch of your life.”
My body is practically vibrating with need. Every place we aren’t touching aches.
A smile curves across his mouth before it disappears between my legs.
I’m already swollen and pulsing. Every press of his tongue is like a jolt of electricity up my spine. I buck and writhe under his mouth until he bands a strong arm over my hips. “Take it like a good girl, Luna.”
He holds me down and licks me in long, decadent strokes. The electricity settles. Instead, it’s a fire growing in my belly. He circles my clit with his mouth, lapping the swollen bud until the heat is too big for my body.
I curl my fingers through his silky hair and grind my hips against his mouth. “No,” I moan, tugging on his hair. “I want to feel you. I can’t—I need you inside of me.”
He circles his thumb over my aching center and smiles. “I will be. But you have to earn it. Now, be my obedient little princess and make a mess of my face first.”
He devours me, his tongue driving deep inside of me until, sure enough, I don’t have a choice. I explode. I arch off the bed and fist the comforter. My body twists as he laps me up, groaning along with me.
When he’s done, Yakov kisses his way up my body to my mouth. Like he ordered me to do, I’ve made a complete and total mess of his face. His lips and jaw are slicked with my juices, shining in the light. I’d be embarrassed—but then his tongue flickers out and licks his lips clean and instead, I melt into a puddle of need.
I scramble for his cock, but he lifts himself just out of reach. “You’re trying to make me rush,” he accuses.
“You’re the one who said we have time. That means we can do this now and later. As many times as we want.”
Yakov drops his forehead to mine. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”
“Then show me.”
His eyes flare just before he lowers his hips and parts me with a slow, persistent push.
I scrape my nails down his back and take him. He fills me and fills me until I’m positive I can’t take anymore. Then he slips deeper.
“I fucking dream about being right here, buried inside of you.”
I haven’t allowed myself to hope for more where Yakov is concerned. But when he says things like that, it’s impossible not to fall into dangerous daydreams. I kiss his shoulder as he thrusts into me, drawing out slowly and driving home again and again.
I spread my legs wider. I wrap them around his back, whimpering with each thrust. I want to be his princess, his good girl, his obedient little slut.
“Those sounds you make.” His teeth scrape over where my pulse pounds in my throat. “I love knowing they’re for me. Because of what I do to you.”
I wrap myself around him and hold. I don’t want this moment to end.
He pounds me deeper into the mattress, his cock and his words coaxing feelings out of me I don’t know what to do with. I somehow manage to keep my wits enough to remember that we aren’t alone in the house, so I seal my mouth against his shoulder and cry out against the heat of his skin.
Yakov’s fingers bite into my hips. “Come around me, Luna. Come now. I want to feel you around my?—”
His words cut off as blinding heat tears through me. I’m writhing and arching off the bed, clawing at his back to bring him closer, to take more.
He dissolves into broken, rasping Russian.
