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“I’m still a virgin,” I blurted, maybe to get him to want to stop.
His blue eyes darkened to the color of a stormy night. He looked incredulous at first, then oddly relieved. “Is that all you’re worried about?”
He moved closer again, his fingers working their way under the folds of my robe. I had to make a decision. Knowing he wasn’t a savage, and he’d probably give me space for a while, did I hold him at arm’s length and try to make my escape while ruthlessly guarding my heart? Because if I slept with him, my heart was going to have something to say about it. But his hands on my stomach, the look in his eyes. The way he wanted to taste me. Those were strong arguments for the other side.
I took his questing hand and held onto it like it was the only thing between me and certain death. I gripped so tightly his fingertips turned white, but he only kept searching my eyes and waiting for me to figure out what I wanted.
“I want a proper wedding night,” I said. Mostly because it was true. Who wanted to be in a situation like ours, where every move was plotted like a chess match? This shouldn’t have been this difficult.
He tilted his head, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “If we sleep together, it might make it harder to disentangle ourselves from this.”
The words were like a slap. Was he trying to get out of the marriage? Even though I wanted the exact same thing, hearing him lay it out so plainly made me forget that was my ultimate goal. My foolish feelings were hurt just as much as when he dumped me the first time. God, he wasn’t dumping me again. He wanted the same thing I did! It had to be the forced diet my father put me on that kept me from thinking straight. Or the way Yuri’s hand refused to move toward my body again as he waited for my final decision.
“Oh my God, will you stop pretending to be so noble?”
The words were barely out when I was being pressed into the cushions, my hands held up over my head as Yuri ravaged my mouth in a kiss that sent my eyes rolling back in my head. His free hand yanked open my robe and found my breast, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb until I was gasping against his mouth and writhing against his iron hard cock that jammed against my belly.
His hand moved lower as his tongue delved into my mouth, pressing between my thighs and sending a wash of exquisite sensation through me. His fingers moved in slow circles through my panties, making me strain against him and fight to get my hands free. I only wanted to touch him, grab on and hold on tight.
“Yuri,” I begged between his fevered kisses. “Let me touch you.”
He instantly freed my hands and I ran them through his hair, over his shoulders, and down his back. He moved lower, kissing down my body, his fingers still working their magic between my thighs. When he got to the edge of my panties, he tore at them with his teeth. The small scrap of fabric, an embarrassing gift from the seamstress with good wishes for my honeymoon, was torn in two and tossed aside.
“Oh, yes,” I sighed. We were finally back to where we left off before I freaked out.
“Yes, indeed,” he said. “Now I can taste your sweet pussy.”
My eyes crossed, and I let my head drop back onto the cushions as he lowered his head and licked me in one long stroke that had my hips rising off the couch. He pressed me back down, chuckling against my heated flesh.
“Tell me no one’s ever been down here before,” he commanded.
I shook my head. “No one, ever. You know that.”
He looked up at me, an inscrutable expression on his face. “I didn’t know. I hoped,” he admitted, tugging at my heart a little.
I squashed that little tremor in my chest. That was not what this was about. This was just pretending, just carnal, just… he went back to swirling his tongue. Just, perfect. There was no stopping this now, not that I wanted to. It felt like I was floating on a river, safe but tossed around at the same time. I could fight the current, or let go.
His tongue pushed deep inside me, and I let go. Instant waves of pleasure crashed over me, and he refused to let them stop. I cried out, not sure what I was asking for or what I needed. He gripped me tight by the hips and held on, driving me to heights I never thought I could reach. I lost every last shred of myself and didn’t care. I was glad I was gone, and opened my mouth and screamed, finally going limp against the onslaught. I came a few moments later to find him resting his chin on my thigh and smiling up at me.
“Smug, much?” I asked, closing my eyes.
“Don’t you dare get embarrassed,” he warned, pulling himself up to stand over me.
His massive cock waved and bounced and without thought, I reached for it, mesmerized. He laughed and ducked away from my grasp, leaning over to pick me up.
“What are you doing?” I was still weak and buzzing from the orgasm that had just scorched through my nervous system.
“Proper wedding night,” he reminded me, carrying me toward the bedroom.
He plopped me down on the big bed, on top of the downy soft covers. My head sunk into the mass of pillows and he pulled them aside, lying beside me and gathering me into his arms. Moments later we were entwined together, kissing as if the very world itself depended on our lips to stay locked. His tongue danced with mine while his hands worked down my back. His thick shaft pulsed against my stomach, and I twisted and writhed to get closer to him.
With a harsh groan, he finally pulled away. “I can’t take it anymore, Kira,” he said.
“Why are you waiting?” I pushed him down onto his back and crawled on top of him, rubbing against his stiff length and sighing with fresh pleasure at the feel of him.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, taking me by the waist and lifting me slightly so I hovered above what I so desperately craved.
“So sure. Yuri?” I whispered close to his ear.
