Page 43 of The Beauty Who Loved Him

Vera’s fingertips skimmed down along the swells of her breasts as she rocked her hips forward and back again. The rhythm didn’t stop. Every tortuous, slow grind of her wet slit up and down the length of his bare, hard erection tested Vaslav’s self-control in the absolute worst way. He wasn’t even inside her.

And that was the entire point.

“Are you fucking someone else?” she asked him.

He blinked and chuckled a bit at the frank way she’d asked him the question that time, but otherwise, he refused to move. He didn’t touch her while she sat atop him and rocked against his body enough that every muscle was like a live wire.

Ready to snap.

The first time she asked him that had been a bit too rose-tinted for his liking. His reply had been something akin to, just ask me if I am fucking someone else. He got what he wanted.

“I’m not,” he returned.

Sex took a great deal of energy. A lot of energy that he didn’t care to spend at the moment. He barely even had to work for it with Vera. Just waking up beside her in bed before the sun had risen in the sky was enough to get his dick hard. Fuck the wind. He didn’t need to hear that shit; her light breaths into his shoulder was more than enough to do the job.

Here we are, he thought.

“Then if you’re not fucking someone else,” Vera said sweetly with that same saccharine smile that made him want to kiss her mouth until she bruised and squealed, “I just want you.”

“Go get the condoms.”

She didn’t move.

Actually, her hips rocked a little faster.

Her breath hitched, too.

Vaslav could have stopped her if he really wanted to, he preferred not to admit that fact to himself. Maybe he liked exactly what she was doing a little too much for his own good. And perhaps ... if only a bit, he wanted what she was asking from him, too.

“Fuck,” he cussed low, a guttural moan catching in his throat when her lust-heavy blue eyes landed on his. “This isn’t playing fair.”

“Who wants fair, Vas? I told you—”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He knew what she wanted.

Didn’t change much.

She sucked a hiss of air between her clenched teeth as he felt the warmth silkiness of her sex pulse with the increased speed of her tempo. She could get off like this—just rubbing her slit and clit, sopping wet, along his erection while he did nothing at all but stare at her. And he loved it. Every responsive sigh she made. Each time her long lashes fluttered closed because she found the right angle on the next stroke. He was as slick as she—just as breathless and desperate, too, even if he was better at subduing it—thanks to the way she’d been rubbing herself on him, chasing pleasure and teasing him all the while.

God.

Yeah, he knew she’d look even better with his dick disappearing inside of her, but this was what she got from him if she wasn’t willing to play by his rules.

Hence, the condoms.

Her fingers glided over her public bone before dancing up his stomach. Every hard muscle in his abdomen clenched at the featherlight touch. He’d have given anything to feel her nails dig into his skin. Just a bite of pain would have distracted him from how good her pussy felt in those seconds. That was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Just what she wanted, too.

“Vera—”

“Can I come?” she asked, her voice pitched high.

His tongue tapped the roof of his mouth as an airless laugh burst from his lips. “Anytime you want, kisska. Get it out of your system, and then go get me a goddamn rubber to—”

“What is the problem? Do you want a panel of test results or—”