She shifts lower, knees settling between my thighs, and the sight of her there nearly undoes me before she even touches me. Her fingers wrap around my cock, tentative at first, testing the weight and heat, and I have to clench my jaw to keep from thrusting into her grip. She strokes once, twice, studying me like I’m something sacred and dangerous all at once, and then she leans down and presses the softest kiss to the tip.
The sound that rips out of me is inhuman.
Her tongue follows, a shy little flick that turns bold when I groan her name like a dying man. She takes me deeper, lips stretching around me, and the wet heat of her mouth is so perfect my vision blurs.
My hands fist in the sheets because if I touch her right now I’ll lose the last thread of control I’m clinging to. She finds a rhythm and every swirl of her tongue brands itself into my nervous system. I’m shaking. I’m actually fucking shaking.
“Christ, Elizabeth… just like that… yes…” I let out a long groan when the words won’t form.
She hums around me, curious and pleased by the way my hips jerk, and the vibration shoots straight up my spine. I force my eyes open because I need to watch, need to burn this moment into my brain forever: my lethal, beautiful woman on her knees for me, cheeks hollowed, lashes wet, learning the taste of me like it’s a privilege.
When she takes me deeper still, the head bumping against the soft palate of her mouth and sliding back towards her throat, the pleasure is so sharp it borders on pain.
I’m gone.
My hand finally moves, fingers sliding into her hair, anchoring me to her because I need to feel her while she wrecks me. She looks up through those dark lashes, eyes locked on mine, and the trust there, the raw, open devotion, snaps something primal loose inside my chest.
“Mine,” I rasp, the word torn out of me. “Your mouth, your cunt, every part of your perfect body, mine.”
She moans around me, the sound muffled and desperate, and it’s too much. I try to warn her, try to pull back, but she refuses to let go, sucking harder, swallowing me down until I’m coming with a broken shout, hips bucking, vision whiting out. She takes everything, every pulse, every drop, like she was born to ruin me this way and survive it.
When the world comes back, I haul her up my body and crush her to my chest, heart hammering so hard I’m sure she feels it.My arms lock around her, possessive and trembling, and I bury my face in her neck because I can’t look at her yet or I’ll beg, I’ll beg her never to leave this bed, never to leave me.
She’s shaking too, adrenaline and triumph and something softer, and I kiss her throat, her jaw, her swollen lips, tasting myself on her tongue and growling at how perfect it is.
“You just killed me,” I mutter against her mouth, voice wrecked. “And I’ll die happy every single time you do that.”
She laughs, breathless and shy, and I feel the sound in my bones. I roll us so she’s under me again, caging her in, staring down at the woman who owns me now whether she knows it or not.
“I wasn’t joking,” I tell her, deadly serious. “Pack whatever you want from this house. Ten minutes. Then you’re coming home with me and you’re never sleeping anywhere but my bed again.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t argue. She just nods, small and trusting, and the last piece of the man I used to be clicks permanently out of place.
Elizabeth Ashomicht just became the center of my universe.
Elizabeth
It’s not that I don’t want to pack my stuff and leave with him. I have every intention of doing just that. The sooner the better. But sucking him, bringing him pleasure like he did for me. It did something to me.
“What is it,zolotse?” he asks, concern edging his voice.
I slide my fingers to my center and press, enjoying the shiver that shoots through me, before bringing them back up. They are sticky and wet.
Diomid groans.
“Elizabeth, what is it?”
“I’m not sure. I feel like I did last night, and this morning.”
“Aroused?” he asks. “Sucking my cock turned you on?”
I nod and he groans again, the sound sending a pulse straight to my clit as I watch him twitch and harden again.
“It’s too soon for me,zolotse,” he says. “Here—” he reaches for my hips and pulls me over him until my core is hovering over his face. “Hold on to the headboard.”
I do as I’m told as he lowers me onto his face. I can’t stop my hips from rocking against him as he licks and sucks at my feminine folds. I lean back, letting go of the headboard and reaching behind me, squeezing his cock until it throbs and hardens in my hand.
I continue riding his face, but need something more to crest the wave that feels just out of reach.
