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That isn’t a hard order to follow. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.
His eyes are locked on me and the attention makes me feel drunk. I hold his gaze, stroking myself while he takes my mouth. The orgasm hits suddenly. The only reason I stay upright is because Yakov has me by the hair.
“Fucking beautiful, solnyshka,” he growls.
I’m still coming down when Yakov slides out of my mouth. He bands an arm around my lower back and takes me to the floor. My hips are lifted up and up until he slams into me. “I’ve never wanted to claim a woman like this before.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about. Who he is talking to. I’m clawing at his arms and angling for a better grip so I can meet him halfway. So I can do something more than just take him.
“I’m intrigued by you,” he says, reminding me of the question I asked. “We’ve already fucked, but I still want more. I want to take your mouth and your pussy and everything you’ll give me until there’s nothing left.”
I’m nodding before he has even finished. I want that, too. All of it.
I hook my legs behind his back and Yakov twines his fingers through mine. He pins my hands to the floor and drives into me. “I want to be the only man who makes you come.”
“Please,” I gasp.
I tighten my legs around him, keeping him buried in me as I ride and ride. Yakov growls at me in Russian and I don’t need a translation to know what he’s saying.
Just like that.
His body goes rigid, but I feel him twitch inside of me. His pleasure pulls me over the edge with him.
When I’m too weak to stay wrapped around him, Yakov lowers me to the floor. He falls over me and kisses my jaw and my thundering pulse. “What’s intriguing is that I’m still inside of you… and I’m already thinking about the next time. I want to fuck you again.”
I curl my hand through his hair and smile. “Then do it.”
So he does.
25
LUNA
I wake up to a phone ringing.
“It’s for me.” Yakov kisses the back of my neck. “Go back to sleep.”
He wants to kiss my neck and then tell me to go back to sleep? He might as well hook me to an electric chair and tell me to relax. Fat chance of that.
Yakov is in my bed. Er, in his bed, I guess. Either way, we are both in the same bed and the sun is up. We slept together, which is somehow more surprising than the fact that we had sex twice last night.
I’ve never woken up next to Yakov and I don’t plan on wasting the opportunity on a REM cycle.
I roll onto my side and watch him check his phone. “Why aren’t you all puffy?”
“Excuse me?”
I circle a finger at his face. “You’re supposed to be puffy and have creases on your face. Maybe some dried drool in the corner of your mouth. You’re supposed to have eye boogers and look gross so I can feel better about myself.”
He looks over at me. “Did you not feel good last night?”
Oh, God. It’s too early for this. All the heat in my body is pooling in my cheeks and between my legs. I’m blushing and flustered and there isn’t enough blood flow left over for my brain.
Yakov leans over me again to place his phone on the nightstand. His weight presses me into the mattress, and I’ve never been so happy to be squished. He smells like warm spices and wood. I take a deep breath of him and feel zero shame about it.
“Do you always wake up at—” I peek at his alarm clock and almost choke. “It’s five in the morning! Please tell me you don’t wake up this early every day.”
“It was my mother. She forgets about the time difference sometimes.”
