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I might be somewhat blinded, but I was able to catch the smirk on his face. The bastard was making fun of me.
The second I pushed against his shoulders in some lame attempt to break free from his hold, he gathered my buttocks into his hands, pulling me closer. Without hesitation, he buried his head in my wetness, immediately thrusting his tongue past my swollen and aching folds.
“Oh. Oh…” Within sweet seconds, he’d already provided more pleasure than I knew existed. I gripped his shoulder with one hand, holding the back of his head with the other. While he wore his hair short, the luxurious feel of his curly locks tickled the tips of my fingers. As he licked up and down the length of my pussy, finally concentrating on sucking on my clit, I pulled on his head, pressing his face firmly against me.
His guttural sounds were a sweet indication I’d pleased or surprised him. I lolled my head at first, fighting the growing number of stars sweeping past my eyes. Then I threw it back, staring up at the ceiling as he continued licking and sucking. I realized my hips were grinding against him involuntarily, my hold tightening as much as his. He dug his fingers into my bottom, quenching his thirst as if I was the only liquid he’d received in days. Weeks.
I shouldn’t be shocked any longer by the way he brought me to an orgasm within seconds. He had a way about him, his abilities unlike any other enraptured pleasure I’d felt in my entire life. When he dared to break the hold, looking up at me with some crazed baited anticipation, I almost begged him to continue. I didn’t need to bother. He resumed his carnal duties, driving me to the very edge then pulling back just enough to heighten the desire. By the time he was ready to allow me to indulge in a sweet release, I could no longer feel my legs.
The pressure built until I couldn’t take it any longer, issuing a strangled whimper that floated toward the ceiling.
He refused to stop, pushing me harder to accept that he was in full control of my body. As soon as one climax stopped, a second took over, slamming into me like a tidal wave. I had no voice left, only the breathless whisper of a sated woman. When he was finally finished, he rubbed his lips against one inner thigh then the other.
When he finally stood, I clutched the front of his shirt, trying to control my breathing as well as keep from falling. “What are you doing to me?” I managed, lifting my head so I could look him squarely in the eyes. “I’ll know if you’re lying to me.”
This time, his smile was broad, almost as much as his shoulders. “Printsessa, I’ll be the man to ruin you if you’re not careful.”
I wasn’t certain I minded the thought.
“You’re so… magnetic. I don’t understand,” I whispered in return.
“Does that mean you enjoyed the moment of bliss?”
“Uh-huh.” My answer was met with a single hard snap of his hand against my bottom. “Ouch.”
“I think you need to answer me with more respect.”
I stared at him, still delirious from the incredible moment of ecstasy. “Yes. Yes, very much.”
He smacked me twice more, the force he used pressing me against the thick bulge between his legs. “Once more with meaning.”
“Yes, sir. I loved it.”
“Mmm… Much better. You can be taught.”
While the single word should annoy me, it did just the opposite. I was so turned on, the scent of my desire wafted between us. The man was completely intoxicating, driving me to the point of madness. “What else are you going to teach me?”
This time he smiled wryly then lowered his head, pressing his lips against my ear, licking the shell then whispering, adding to my excitement, “I’m going to teach you that fucking is so much better than having sex.”
“Is there a difference?”
He chuckled, the warm whisper and the heat of his body creating a giant flame. Suddenly, I was like the moth, drawn to the light and heat, prepared to give up its life in exchange for one special moment of pure sin.
“The difference is that when I’m finished, you’ll be screaming out my name, begging me for more.”
He was finished teasing me, providing an appetizer when he preferred the main course. He gathered me into his arms, cradling me as if I was a bride being taken over the threshold, finally able to provide the single gift he would cherish the most. The man knew exactly where my bedroom was, which of course he would since our apartments were similar. I was reminded the villain lived so close, able to keep an eye on his prize.
His long strides echoed in the hallway as he hurried into the room, gingerly laying me on the bed. He flicked on the nightstand light, hovering over me and leaning down. The way he brushed his lips across mine was surprisingly tender. Then again, I wasn’t certain anything about him would truly surprise me any longer. He was an anomaly, a killer, yet held a soft side underneath his layers of protection and anger. I darted my tongue across his lips, the ache inside increasing.
When he pulled back, I could tell he had no fear I’d try to get away like the night before. Damn him, but he was right. I wanted to feel the same bliss as before, the utter free feeling of floating as I soared into new heights of pleasure.
I craved the feel of his thick shaft as he drove his cock deep inside. However, I wanted to see him up close, to be able to bask in the beauty of his inked skin and carved muscles. I moved onto my knees, my action resulting in a slight look of disappointment flashing in his eyes until he realized I was staying put.
He never shifted his pointed gaze, staring at me as he unbuttoned his shirt, peeling back the edges and exposing his beautiful physique. Every tattoo had a purpose, a story that could only be told over hard liquor and long nights. But he wore them proudly, badges of honor for whatever accolades and accomplishments he’d earned over the years.
There was something unique about the way he folded his clothes one piece at a time, placing them on my dresser with care. When he was completely naked, I found myself dragging my tongue across my lips, crawling closer to the end of the bed.
Kirill rolled his open fingers down his chest, lightly stroking his fully engorged cock. I was still amazed that his massive shaft had fit inside me, but I would never forget the sheer ecstasy. The little voice inside my head was still nagging me, issuing jabs that I was crazy for not only allowing him to touch me but wanting more. I’d already thrown all caution to the wind. Another incredible night of passion wasn’t going to damn me any further into hell at this point.
