Chapter 64
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
Drago
“You have permission to come on my face, lastochka,” I tell her. “But be warned, if you do, I’ll want more from you.”
Her body shakes against me, thighs tightening around my head, trembling like she’s holding onto the last thread of control.
“Let me come, please!” she gasps, almost screaming it. “I’ll give you more. Please.”
Fuck.
My cock aches for her almost painfully at this point.
“Moya khoroshaya devochka, my good girl,” I murmur, my voice rough with need.
My eyes meet hers as I say it in Russian.
She understands.
I see it in the way her pupils blow wide.
In the way her whole body reacts like she’s been struck.
And then she comes instantly. I hold her in place with one hand as her thighs clamp around me, her breath tearing out of her as she shakes.
And the second she does, my own release hits like a fucking wave.
I stroke myself over the edge, spilling onto the tiles as she comes all over me, screaming my name again and again until the world narrows down to nothing but her.
By the time it passes, I’m breathless. My legs feel weak beneath me.
Fuck.
I wasted it on the floor. It should’ve been inside her.
I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, push her legs off my shoulders before she crushes my skull in her grip, and then I stand, watching the heavy rise and fall of her chest. The way she looks is wrecked. Flushed. And so fucking beautiful.
“You owe me,” I whisper against her mouth.
Her lips part. “What for?”
“Eating you out was so fucking hot I came all over the damn tiles.”
Her eyes go wide, and I smile. My fingers trace up her arms, and she shivers beneath my touch.
“You doing okay with these, baby?” I ask, watching her closely.
“I’d say I’m doing pretty well,” she breathes.
I bite my lip.
“Good.” My gaze drops, my tone turning darker. “Because you’ve been so good… I’m going to fuck you nice and deep.”
She sucks in a sharp breath. “Please.”
I lift her up so she can straddle my waist, holding her in place with one arm. Then I guide myself into position and sink into her slowly.
“I’m still hard for you, even though you made me come early like a teenager.
” The moment I push inside, my whole body tightens.
She’s so fucking tight it makes me see stars.
I grit my teeth, forcing myself to breathe through it, because if I lose control now, I’ll spill inside her too fast, too desperate, and I want to give her more than that.
I want to make her feel everything.
“See how well you take all of those inches?” I tease.
She’s so turned on she doesn’t even laugh, just grips onto me, eyes glassy, mouth parted.
“Breathe, baby.”
And then I press in deeper. All the way. “It’s all in now,” I murmur.
My hand settles around her throat, and her eyes light up instantly.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“I do,” she admits, voice shaking. “It makes me feel really good. Like… so much more intense.”
“Good,” I growl. “It looks fucking perfect too.”
I thrust into her. Over and over. Treasuring every sound she makes, every tremor in her body, every gasp that turns into a moan.
Kissing her until she consumes me. And it doesn’t take long before we’re both right back on that edge again.
“Come with me, Lily,” I whisper, forehead to hers. “Give it to me.”
She does.
This time it isn’t an earthquake, but it still shatters her, still rips through her so hard she shakes in my arms, giving herself to me completely.
I shout her name as I spill inside her. Then, before she can even catch her breath, I unfasten the cuffs around her wrists, bringing them to my mouth and kissing the marks softly. I rub them gently, making sure it didn’t leave any marks on her beautiful skin.
I stay inside her, shifting her until her back is against the wall. One hand braces above her head, pinning her there with nothing but presence.
My eyes lock on hers.
“I love you,” I breathe.
“I love you more,” she whispers instantly.
I shake my head. “Impossible.”
She tangles her fingers in my hair and drags me into a blazing kiss. And I let her.
“Will your wrists fit in those handcuffs?” she asks.
I bite back my grin.
There isn’t a single person in this world who could cuff me to a shower and live to brag about it…
Other than my lastochka.