Page 77 of Fractured Ties

Salt and sex and sweetness.

That’s what she tasted like.

And all her sounds?

Those gasps …

Her voice …

The moans …

“Fuck,” Kolya grunted against her stomach as he finally got those panties off entirely and tossed somewhere else in the room. “Widen up for me.”

Her legs were already spread, but fuck him if she didn’t open wider just like he told her to. He found her watching him through lowered, thick lashes with a pink flush crawling up her neck and cheeks as he shifted his body lower so he could be between her thighs.

Heaven stared back at him.

If heaven was her cunt.

Wet already.

Sleek as hell.

Pink.

Bare.

Beautiful.

Kolya’s hands grabbed tight to Maya’s inner thighs as he came closer to her sex—his nose skimmed the soft skin of her leg while his fingers dug in deep against her muscles. He felt her jump under that hold, but otherwise, she didn’t move an inch.

“Tell me how this sounds, dushka,” Kolya murmured, letting his hand slip down her thigh so that his thumb could slide through the wet lips of her cunt. “You get a hand down here and show me how you like to play while I eat up every drop from that pussy while I wait for you to come. Hmm?”

Maya shuddered.

Kolya grinned.

“Play?”

“That’s what I said.”

Her shyness was gone, and Jesus, he was grateful. He needed her to be comfortable, but he also wanted her to feel good.

It was only going to get better from here.

She just needed to figure it out, too.

“Hurry up,” he urged darkly.

Maya was quick to get her hand between her thighs. Kolya couldn’t help but lick his lips and chuckle when the first thing she did was sink two of those fingers deep into her cunt, and bring them right back out again before holding them out to him.

Like a fucking offering.

“Taste?” she asked.

She didn’t even need to ask.

He took her soaked fingers into his mouth, and sucked her clean. The taste of her—tart and heady on his tongue—bloomed over his taste buds. That baser urge beat hard against his chest again, and his cock ached.