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Elia sauntered over to me until she was standing between my open legs and I ran my hands up her sides, before finding the clasp to her bra. With a single practiced motion, I undid the clasp and let it fall away. I cupped her breasts in my hands, tweaking her rosy-hued nipples. “Beautiful.”
“Oh, Aleksey,” she moaned, pushing herself into my hands.
I leaned forward and took her breast into my mouth, hearing her stifle a gasp as I did so. Already she was trying to get me to move my hand southward, where I knew she would be soaking wet. But I held myself in check. I kept myself focused on the task at hand.
I wasn’t done with her breasts yet. Not by a long shot.
I switched sides, and she slid her fingers into my hair, holding me there as I ravaged her other breast with the same intensity, my teeth grazing over the sensitive peak more than once.
I was going to devour her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Elia
Aleksey was going to be the death of me. My body was tight as a bowstring right now as each touch from him left me wanting more. I ached for him, and I longed for him to soothe that ache in the way that only he could.
I wanted him inside me. Never had I thought I would want someone so badly in my life, but Aleksey, he did that to me.
He made me crave him.
When he pulled away from me, I let out a little whimper.
“Easy,” he murmured as he stood up. “I want you in our bed.”
Our bed.My heart squeezed at the thought. It wasourbed. This wasourmarriage. It didn’t matter what was going on outside these walls or what secrets Aleksey guarded in his heart. When he walked into this penthouse, he was stepping into another world, another life.
It was shocking how quickly the two of us had fallen into each other since our first official meeting. We had sworn that we would never let our feelings get in the way, yet that was exactly what had happened. Somewhere along the line, we had become addicted to each other. And nothing could break us of our habit.
Aleksey didn’t bother buttoning up his trousers, letting them hang on for dear life by his hips as he took my hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom.
“Get on the bed, Elia,” he growled, his voice hard and insistent.
My heart thundered in my chest, obeying. As I climbed on the bed, I made sure to raise my ass toward him so that he could get a good look through the flimsy material of the dress. He never once complained about my performance, yet I still felt a need to prove myself to him. To tempt him and to make him lust for me until he could hardly control himself.
Maybe it was his quiet dominance. Aleksey never raised his voice to exert his power.
All he had to do was walk into the room.
He approached the bed, and my stomach quivered in anticipation as his hands slid up from my ankles to my calves, each touch setting my skin on fire.
When he tugged me toward the edge of the bed, I felt every nerve in my body firing all at once in rapid succession. “Aleksey,” I said, my breathing coming out in a gasp. “What are you doing?”
“Relax,” he said against my inner thigh, his hand moving higher until his fingers brushed the lace of my panties. “I’m worshipping you, Elia.”
Worshipping me. He was worshipping me? From where I was, it felt more like he was torturing me.
His finger hooked the edge of my panties and pulled them aside. Almost immediately, his mouth pressed against my wet slit. I gasped at the way his stubble pricked against my sensitive bare skin. My legs opened wider under their own violation to give him better access while I writhed under his touch. I was shameless with lust whenever he feasted on my sex. He could do whatever he wanted to between my thighs and I wouldn’t care.
Aleksey parted my slit and his tongue found my clit, the nub hard and aching with need. His tongue lashed at the sensitive flesh, and my fingers dug against the comforter. I was so close, oh so close, but his tongue felt far too good for me to release.
I didn’t want to let this moment end.
When he slid a finger inside me, I moaned loudly, my body tightening against the welcomed intrusion. I burned for him, desperately holding back the release that built up deep in my core. Aleksey lifted his head, and I met his heated gaze, my heart flipping in my chest as I saw my wetness glistening on his lips.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he said, his finger moving in and out of me slowly. “Like honey.”
I hardly heard him as pleasure slowly overwhelmed me, biting on my lower lip as I felt my inevitable release lumbering toward me.
