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Drago closes his eyes, a stream of extremely foul Serbian curses leaving his mouth. Then, he crashes his lips to mine.
I shudder from the ferocity of his kiss—if it can even be called a kiss. This is an onslaught. A hungry, furious claiming. Fisting the front of his shirt, I pull him closer, needing more. His hand comes to grab me under my thigh, and he lifts me. My legs are around his waist, and I marvel at the sensation of being pinned between his hard body and the solid column behind me as his cock presses directly on my core. Drago’s mouth glides along my chin to the side of my neck, and when he bites the tender skin there, I feel myself getting wet. I grab his hair, my fingers tangling in dark strands. His hold on my face disappears, and a moment later, he shoves the phone up to his ear.
“I want everyone out,” he barks, then licks my neck. “Now, Misha.”
The person on the other end of the line is responding, but I don’t hear what he says because Drago throws the phone over his shoulder. The sharp clack of it landing on the floor barely registers as Drago’s mouth finds mine again. Sucking. Biting.
My fingers are shaking as I rake them through his hair. I’ve never felt this way. This urge to get closer to him, even though we couldn’t be closer than we already are. The sounds of voices and hurried feet are all around us as people leave, but I ignore them, intoxicated by Drago’s presence. Nothing else matters. Just him. His body. His lips. His scent. It’s the same scent I’ve been waking up to for weeks.
“Hold tight,” he says into my lips and takes a step back.
My arms encircle his neck as his palms move up my legs and over my ass, under my dress. The lace of my thong rubs over my aching pussy when he tugs on it. The delicate fabric tears. He pulls it away, purposely dragging the lacy material so it brushes over my throbbing clit.
I gasp as my thighs are suddenly slick with my wetness. Drago grabs the underside of my leg again while he unbuttons his pants with his free hand. Oh God, I’m going to have sex—at a club, with people still around. Why don’t I care? The cold surface at my back chills the bare skin of my ass as Drago holds me against the column once more. The tip of his cock presses at my entrance.
“Please go slow,” I choke out. “It’s my first time.”
Drago lifts his head and looks at me. “Your what?”
“My first time,” I repeat when he lowers his eyes to my mouth. “I’m a virgin.”
Green eyes, so focused on my lips, widen, then lift to meet mine. “Do you want to stop?”
I tug on the hair at the back of his head. “No.”
Without breaking eye contact, he shifts me slightly in his hold, aligning our hips. A mix of excitement and panic overcomes me. When the tip enters me, I close my eyes and stiffen.
“Sienna.” A kiss lands on the side of my chin. “Look at me,mila.”
“Will it hurt?” I whisper.
“A little. If you want me to stop, tap my arm. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Drago leans forward, whispering hushed, soothing words just next to my ear. He’s speaking Serbian, but I catch only random phrases. Something about glitter and the name of a bird, but I’m not certain which one. Maybe a peacock. It doesn’t actually matter because the timbre of his voice and his hot breath fanning my neck are melting my insides. This man could read a grocery list and I would come undone just from listening to him.
The tingling in my core is making me crazy. I tilt my head and lick his neck. A low growl leaves his lips and, in the next heartbeat, his cock slides partway inside me. I gasp and grip his hair, reveling in the feel of him stretching my inner walls. There’s some discomfort, but I’m too far gone for it to matter. I tighten my legs around him, needing to get him even closer, deeper.
“Say my name,” he rasps next to my ear.
“Drago,” I moan as he thrusts into me until he’s fully sheathed.
“I love hearing your voice.” He lifts me, then impales me once more. “Again.”
I can’t utter a word because I’m too absorbed in the way my pussy clenches around his cock as my whole body shakes. Never in my life have I experienced anything like this. His touch alone is sending shockwaves through my system, lifting me to soar on the currents of sheer pleasure.
“Again, Sienna!” Drago roars as he pumps into me.
I close my eyes and press my cheek to his. “Drago.”
A deep rumble leaves the back of this throat. It’s guttural and rough. In the next breath, his teeth scrape the skin on my shoulder. More whispered Serbian words. Something about witchcraft, then he curses again. His lips crash against mine once more.
My mind doesn’t seem like mine anymore because I can’t think. I can only feel—him, claiming me with both his mouth and his cock. I grab his hair and bite his lower lip until I taste the metallic tang of blood. It’s punishment for hurting me with his words.
“Not only does she have claws, but sharp teeth, too,” he says into my mouth and buries himself to the hilt. “I see you,mila moya. And I hate that you hide your real self from me.”
“I’m not,” I pant, breath leaving me in short bursts as he pounds into me. Faster. Deeper.
