Page 117 of Cruel Lies

"I'm not going to stop," he says. "Not until you can't remember your own name. Then I'll take you to bed and do it again."

He puts his mouth back on me and seizes the last bit of control. He holds my hips still when I try to move and he works me right up to the edge, then shoves me over it.

I come apart against the glass with a whole city underneath me, my fingers locked in his hair, saying his name over and over like it's the only word I know.

He eases my leg off his shoulder and stands, catching me before my knees can fold. He holds me up against his chest while I shake.

"Wrecked so soon,kotyonok?"he murmurs into my hair.

I can only tremble. "I think I just died and came back to life, like, three times over."

He laughs. "Good thing you have six lives left, kitten. I intend to make the most of them."

Without warning, he picks me up. I hook my arms around his neck, and he carries me out of the glass room, down a hall, and into a bedroom with another wall of windows and a bed the size of my kitchen.

He lays me down on it. Then he stands over me and unbuttons his shirt, slow.

His shoulders are broad. His chest is hard and lined with muscle, cut and scarred in places I don't ask about. His stomach is flat, ridged, with a trail of dark hair leading down past his belt.

He drops the shirt on the floor. Then his hands go to his belt, unbuckling it, watching me watch him.

He lowers his pants. Then everything else.

I prop myself up on my elbows and just look at him. I'm allowed to. He told me I have to let him look at me, so it's only fair that I get the same privilege.

His thighs are thick, like the rest of him. His hands hang loose at his sides, big and rough, tempting, dangerous.

And the rest of him… Well.

"Oh my," I say as a little ripple of fear surges through me.

He pauses. "Is something wrong?"

I eye his massive manhood and gulp. "I just… I don't know if that will fit, Ronan."

He grins, then comes closer and crawls over me. "By the time I'm done getting you ready, it will fit. I promise you that, Ms. Meadows."

He kisses me, and I can taste myself on him, which is a thrill I never knew I craved. His hand goes to the clasp of my bra and it's gone, and he pulls back just to look. That's the whole thing right there. Nobody has looked at me like that in ten years. Maybe nobody ever has.

"Beautiful," he says. "Every part of you." He puts his mouth to my breast and I arch up into him. "Every single part."

He takes his time here. There's no rush anywhere in this man tonight. His hands move over me slow and sure, and he talks the whole time, a never-ending murmur of praise, half in English and half in Russian. The parts I don't understand are as delicious and erotic as the parts I do.

He works his way back down my body. He kisses my stomach again, then lower, then settles between my legs like he plans to stay for a while.

He puts his mouth on my throbbing pussy. I'm still sensitive from before, so it's almost too much. I twist to try to get away, but he holds me down.

"Stay still," he orders. "I'm not even close to done with you."

I try to protest, but I don't really mean it, and anyway, he's manhandling me in a way that's just too good to resist. It's unbelievable to be peeled apart and pinned in place by a man this big, this beautiful, this knowledgeable, thissafe.It's like my pussy was made to be licked by him, or maybe he was made to lick me. Every touch is the exact right one. When he pushes a single, thick finger into me, that's exactly right, too.

I'm living on a constant edge of coming, where the difference between orgasm and not-orgasm no longer seems that relevant. It's electricity all over me, fire all in me, liquid, gushing, and always wanting more.

"You're so wet," he whispers as he crooks the finger up toward my belly button and strokes my G-spot. "So needy for me. But not quite ready. Not yet."

He adds a second finger. It stretches me to my limit, but it feels good. He curls them again and finds something that makes my hips jerk off the bed.

"You like that spot, don't you?"