Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Drago
Our lips are locked as we fumble into the bedroom. I flick on the light and carry her toward the bed. I need to see all of her.
“Drago,” she moans against my mouth.
Fuck. If she says my name like that again, I’m going to rip those little shorts off with my teeth. I’ve never been this desperate for someone. Never this intoxicated. I can’t form a single thought that doesn’t involve her.
I lower her onto the plush mattress with deliberate care, her legs still hooked around my waist, my nose brushing hers as I hover over her.
“Look at me, Lily.”
Her eyes snap to mine instantly.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, my voice rough. “A work of art.”
I kiss her again, like I’m setting the pace and daring her to keep up. My hand glides down her side until I reach the waistband of her shorts. She spreads her legs wider for me, and I pull back.
Her eyes are blown wide, lips parted.
I need to hear her say it. I need permission. Her consent matters. She needs to know that men don’t only exist to take. That I am not that man. I am her man.
My fingers tighten at her hip. “Not yet,” I say quietly. “I need to hear it.”
She swallows hard.
“I need to hear you tell me you want this,” I continue. “That you want me.”
Her chest rises and falls quickly. “You want my consent?” she asks, almost unsure.
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. “Say it.”
“I want you, Drago. You have my full permission to do whatever you want to me.” She almost sounds confident.
Her pupils blown wide, a red blush creeping up her throat. Her blonde curls falling over her shoulder. Fuck. She’s beautiful. But the words hit me low, and I arch a brow.
“Now listen carefully.” I lean in, my mouth brushing her ear.
“Don’t give anyone, not even me, that power over you.” I take a slow breath. “You control your body. You decide what I take and what I give.”
She blinks, processing it. She’s never had this dynamic before. Which is good. I want to teach her. I want to learn everything there is to know about her.
“Would you like to submit to me, baby?” I ask, nudging her panties aside.
She nods eagerly.
“Use your words.”
“Y-yes, Drago.”
“Sir,” I correct.
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
The praise lands, and I feel her shiver.
“I don’t take that lightly, lastochka.”
My hands slide beneath her shorts, cupping her pussy. Her moan is so soft that it almost undoes me.
“Still with me?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Good. Then be a good girl and relax for me.” I nudge her panties aside and circle her clit slowly, watching every reaction like data I intend to memorize.
“You respond beautifully,” I murmur. “So honest. So open.” Two fingers ease inside her, and she gasps, her hands clutching the sheets.
“Eyes on me,” I remind her calmly.
She obeys. She’s perfect. Fuck.
“Nice?” I ask.
“Yes, so good.”
I increase the pace just enough to make her lose rhythm, my other hand settling around her throat. There’s no pressure, just presence. Control. My thumb keeps a steady rhythm that makes her back arch.
Her soft pants turn to moans.
“That’s it, baby girl.”
She opens wider, and fuck, I’m going to enjoy exploring every inch of her.
“Feel that? That’s you letting go.”
Her moans deepen. Her body arches.
“You’re doing so well for me,” I praise. “Exactly like that.”
It takes everything in me not to ruin this by rushing. “Do you want more?”
“Yes. Please, sir.”
That does something feral to me. Her hips jolt, and I bite down on my lip, watching her grind against my hand. “Good fucking girl.”
A third finger joins the others, curling just right. She cries out, hips lifting, chasing the pressure. “I’ve got you,” I tell her steadily. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I lean down and kiss her as she starts to break for me, my voice low in her ear. “Come for me, Lily. Let go.”
She shatters, screaming my name, and I don’t stop until she’s breathless and shaking. I keep my fingers where they are, feeling her pulse around them, then release her throat and cup her face.
I slowly withdraw, my hand that was on her throat now moving to her face. “Look at me.”
Her eyes meet mine, dazed and glowing.
“Such a good girl,” I say softly. I smile slowly. “That was just the appetizer, baby. We’ve got at least a five-course meal ahead of us.”
Her cheeks are flushed beautifully. My palm rests on her stomach as I lick my fingers clean, one by one, never breaking eye contact.
“Drago,” she breathes.
I sit back on my heels and free my aching cock from my boxers, wrapping my hand around myself.
Her mouth falls open, hunger written all over her face.
I think I might have died and gone to heaven.