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He bent at her feet. “Hold onto me, malen'kiy sokol."
He slid off her pants and underwear as she held onto his shoulder for balance.
Then she was naked and glorious before him.
He stood, running his hands along her belly — their baby — as he looked down at her. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He bent his head, burying his nose in her neck and the silky hair that fell around her shoulders, breathing her in.
She sighed, letting her head fall to one side as he ran his nose up her neck, his breath giving rise to goosebumps on the surface of her skin. Her scent — the almost antiseptic tang of lavender mingled with a sensual undertone of patchouli — blotted out everything else.
She smelled like home.
She smelled like his.
He slid his hands up her arms to her neck, cradling her head while he left a trail of kisses on her jawbone. Her breath was a whisper in the room, and when he got to her mouth, he inhaled it greedily, wanting to be part of her in every way imaginable.
He left a kiss on each of the corners of her mouth, then pressed his lips to hers gently, running his lip along the seam of her mouth.
She opened for him, her mouth warm and welcoming as his tongue dipped into it, tangling with hers in a languid dance that sent an unfamiliar shiver down his spine.
He’d felt desire many times in his life — although the desire Kira had sparked in him had been like no other — but this was something deliciously unfamiliar. This was desire made more potent because the last of the barriers between them had fallen and she was still here, opening herself to him.
To all of him.
He’d told her all his secret fears, revealed parts of himself that made him ashamed, and she still loved him.
Still wanted him.
Her fingers squeezed around the hair at the back of his head, and she pressed more fully into him, molding her body to his, her soft curves meeting his hard planes, her peaks sinking into his valleys, until he didn’t know where he ended and she began.
She trailed her hands down his chest, her fingers fumbling for the buttons of his shirt while their kiss grew more heated. When she finally got them undone, she slid the shirt off his shoulder and the touch of her warm skin sent a bolt of desire through his body.
She reached for the button on his pants, and he grabbed her hands in one of his. “Not yet, darling. Sit down.”
She obeyed, sitting on the edge of the bed, and he knelt in front of her and parted her legs.
“Lay back, my love.”
She did, and he positioned himself between her thighs, running his nose along the silken skin of her inner thigh, breathing the musky scent of her need.
Her pussy was wet and glistening for him, swollen and begging for his tongue.
He was all too happy to oblige, and he parted her thighs further, his cock pulsing at the sight her.
He ran his thumb through her slick folds and looked up and found her propped on her elbows, looking at him with glassy eyes.
“I love how wet your pretty pussy gets for me,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to her sex.
He ran his tongue through her swollen folds, then closed his mouth around her clit.
She gasped as he sucked, driving her fingers into his hair, clenching around the strands until another jolt of heat hit his cock.
“Lyon…”
He lapped at her clit, making circles with his tongue and then licking until she moaned.
“Please…” she gasped.
