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I bite down on my bottom lip as lust pumps through me. He dips his head and runs a gentle tongue over my clit, swirling over the bud and making me cry out, my fingers clawing at the brick wall in front of me.
“You taste perfect. Exactly like I imagined you would.”
I’m too worked up to respond. Each pass of his tongue over my tight bundle of nerves is pure bliss. I close my eyes and tilt my head back in ecstasy. Shivers race through my body, and all I can do is surrender to the moment as he continues, his tongue expertly flicking and circling my clit, my dopamine levels off the charts.
Two of his thick fingers make their way inside of me. He scissors them, the feeling intense, like being stretched in the most delicious way. A low moan escapes me, and he chuckles.
“Mmm, I’m glad to discover what you like.”
“Yesssss,” I gasp. “More.”
He gives me a third finger and captures my clit between his lips, deeply sucking the little bud. My nails scrape against the wall as I’m dragged close to the edge. One more hard suck, and I’ll be crying out my release.
As if he knows exactly what I need, Maxim uses his two hands on either side of my hips to pull my pussy back against his face, suckling my clit, savoring my pleasure while plunging three of his fingers into my channel.
If his tongue can make me feel this unhinged, I can’t wait to find out what his cock can do. Picturing him rising from his position, notching the head of his hard length against me and surging forward, is all I need to unravel.
My pussy walls contract, and I clench down hard on his fingers, my legs shaky as I cry out. Intense pleasure blankets me, different from anything I’ve felt before. All the tension of the day, weeks, even months before this mounts and releases in one intense, limb-shaking, mind-numbing orgasm. I’m not even sure how I’m going to walk out of here on my own.
Behind me, he presses closer and gives my entrance a final lick. “Fuck, you did so good for me.”
I can’t move, my muscles lax, as he plants a kiss at my entrance and then rises, lifting up my pants and underwear.
Huh? Aren’t we going to have sex? Because I’m only getting started.
With his chest pressed firmly against my back, his hands find their way to my breasts, cupping and gently weighing them. He finishes with a simultaneous pinch of both nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Such pretty tits,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait to suck on them. I can’t wait to rub my cum into your beautiful pale skin.”
“You can,” I offer, “right now.”
Every feeling is intensified, my body humming now that I came. I want him to fuck me right here, against this wall. But as he settles my shirt and bra back in place, it’s clear nothing else will be happening.
“I’m going to, lastochka. Very soon, I’m going to slide my dick inside that tight little pussy of yours and savor how you feel from within. But not tonight.”
I wheel around to find his commanding gaze fixated on me.
He’s not acting on impulse. He’s acting in my best interests right now, and that thought warms a previously untouched corner of my heart.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
KIRA
The first touchesof dawn lighten the sky by the time we make it back to the hotel. Maxim is in the shower, and I’m curled up in an armchair, watching the sunrise and wondering if I am foolish to believe he didn't kill my aunt.
Maxim says he’ll give me full access to his private correspondence, diaries—anything to prove he had nothing to do with her death. He’s even promised to find her killer, and if anyone has the resources, he does.
At the end of the day, I have no reason not to believe him. Others might call me foolish, but I have to go with my gut and the lack of evidence that points to Maxim's involvement.
Personally, I’m not sure where we stand. I accused him of murder, broke down sobbing in his arms, and then let him eat me out against a brick wall, culminating in the most delicious orgasm of my life. It’s not like we can go back to normal from here. There is no “normal” between us anyway.
The bathroom door opens and Maxim emerges wearing a towel, a puff of steam following him into the bedroom. I can’thelp but stare at his tight ab muscles as he reaches up to dry his hair with a small towel.
I thought I had this man all figured out. Turns out, I knew nothing.
“You keep on looking at me like that, lastochka, and we’re going to end up right back where we started tonight.”
A shiver coasts down my spine and settles between my legs.
