Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
SLOANE
His fingers slide higher and brush over my clit again, and I jolt.
“My God, you’re so wet for me already.”
A soft, breathless whimper slips out, and the moment he hears it, he makes this low sound in his throat. My hand flies up to his forearm, digging into hard muscle as he presses into me—only a knuckle at first, but it’s enough to make my legs shake.
It’s filthy how much I want more, how fast my body turns desperate for him.
He moves like he’s done this a thousand times before and he’s just reacquainting himself with what’s his. There’s nothing hesitant about the way he touches me. Every stroke is firm, possessive, confident in the most addictive way.
I’ve never imagined I could be touched like this, not with this kind of hunger and want.
His eyes don’t leave mine, and it makes everything worse in the best way. He keeps circling my clit while another finger slides deeper, and a helpless sound breaks from me.
I swear I could die from the way this feels, from the way he watches me come apart with every touch.
His fingers pinch my clit just enough to make the pleasure spike sharp on both sides, and a cry tears out of me before I can swallow it. He leans in, his mouth so close, lips firm and tempting enough that I almost get brave enough to go for a kiss.
But I don’t, held back by the lack of experience.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “You know that?”
His thumb brushes over my center once more as his thrusts deepen, and I’m so wet I can hear the slick sound of my body responding to him.
When he circles my clit just right, it hits so hard that my breath stutters and a whimper slips out.
My body gives in completely, my hand gripping his forearm, the muscle flexing beneath my fingers as he presses inside me to the third knuckle.
It’s too much. Too good. I never imagined it could be like this.
I’ve wanted him for so long, there’s no escaping it now. Every time he walked into the diner, I wondered what it would be like to be wanted by him like this. And now that I have it, there’s no going back.
His other hand slides up my back until he’s got my hair twisted tight around his wrist. The sharp pull knocks another moan out of me, and he answers with a low growl.
“Dai mne kazhdyi zvuk.”
He drives deeper, harder, until my legs tremble and I’m barely holding myself upright.
“That’s it,” he says, rough in my ear. “Give me every sound, detka. It’s mine.”
I want to be his. Right here, right now, it’s as though I already am.
My nails sink into his arm, and the heat rushes through me in one hard wave that starts low and keeps spreading until I’m trembling and I can’t do anything but hold on.
“Oh, God.” The words fall out of me on a raspy whisper.
Kirill groans, rough and strained, vibrating against my skin.
“I can’t stop now, solnishko.” His teeth clench, like he’s barely able to restrain himself.
“I don’t want you to.” The truth spills out before I can think it through.
I don’t know if I’m ready to go all the way, not completely, but I want to. That much is undeniable.
He lets out another husky sound, his eyes locked on mine, his grip in my hair firm as he keeps me exactly where he wants me.
Circling my throbbing center, he draws out his finger, then thrusts in with a slow curl, dragging every nerve ending awake until my knees are weak and my head starts to spin.
My body arches toward his touch, chasing the pleasure like it’s the only thing that matters.
“How many men have been inside this pretty cunt?”
Shame flares for half a second, then turns into something hotter, and I grip around him on instinct, like my body is answering him faster than words ever could.
“Just one,” I manage, my breath catching when his thumb doesn’t stop, when it keeps circling like he wants to pull the truth out of me with pleasure. “And it only happened once.”
His features twist like the idea pains him. It’s absurd, considering a man like him has probably had dozens of women—women who know exactly what to do with him—while I wouldn’t even know where to start.
“And no one has had a taste of all of this before?” He pushes his palm flat against my pussy and rubs until I cry out, my nails digging into him, my body riding on a high I’ve never experienced.
“No, never.”
His mouth curls like he likes that answer too much. “That’s good.”
Then he plunges two fingers inside me, sudden and deep enough that I gasp, my body writhing around him before I can catch up.
“That’s really good.”
“Yes…oh, God.” My voice breaks, not even sounding like mine as the sensation builds too fast, too sharp.
My body is reacting in ways I’m not prepared for, everything pulling tighter and tighter, until it all snaps.
“Kirill!” I cry out as the orgasm tears through me in waves.
My head falls back as it hits harder than anything I’ve ever felt, leaving me shaking as I try to come down from it.
He grunts. “I will never get the sound of you saying my name like that out of my head.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, still riding the aftershock while he leans in, his mouth dropping to my neck, kissing a slow path down to my collarbone.
My hands find him, fingers sliding into his hair, holding on while the scent of his woodsy cologne fills my lungs, making my head go light because it’s him—all of him—close enough to ruin every rational thought I’ve ever had.
His lips start to descend, fingers catching the strap of my dress, and my nerves flicker. But the moment his devouring eyes pin me in place, it all melts away.
He draws the material down until my breasts are exposed to the cool air, and the way he looks at me makes me feel stripped right down to my very soul. Then he lowers himself, settling on his knees in front of me, his gaze still fixed on mine as he looks up.
“Wha-what are you doing?” I barely get the words out while a lazy smirk appears, his palm lifting one leg until it’s hooked around his shoulder.
“Fucking you with my tongue.” The promise in his tone makes my stomach clench.
He leans in and presses a kiss along my bikini line, slow enough to feel like he’s teasing me on purpose. He kisses me again, closer now, until my fingers slide into his thick hair and hold on.
When the tip of his tongue slides into my wet slit, I jolt, body bowing, head falling back.
“I can’t…I…”
I’m beyond sensitive. The very idea of coming again doesn’t seem possible.
“Mm.” He grips my hips and pushes me into him, inhaling me, tasting me, owning my every thought. “You will give me what I want, and what I want is to feel your cunt tighten around my tongue while you come, solnishko.”
I jolt when he tastes me, and as he draws me into his mouth, flicking my clit, my vision blurs with the rising pleasure until everything else fades away.
My hands stay on him, holding on to the solid muscles of his arms while my pulse starts to trip over itself and my thoughts dissolve into pure sensation.
There’s nothing left but the way he keeps me right on the edge, the pressure that builds and builds, the ache twisting tighter inside me until I’m shaking for it.
He devours me like I’m the only thing that can fix whatever hunger lives in him, and I want to be the one who does.
His pace quickens, his chestnut eyes locked on mine as though he’s waiting for the exact second I break. His fingers slide inside me, the sensation turning sharp and overwhelming, and when his teeth graze my clit, that’s all it takes.
“Kirill!” His name breaks out of me as I shatter, coming undone so hard I can’t hold myself together.
I can’t seem to move or think. It’s like I’m floating somewhere above myself, watching it happen from a distance while my body keeps pulsing and trembling.
He laps me up, greedy for all of it, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. When he’s done, he rises, pushing his body into me, right before he kisses the corner of my mouth.
“What a good girl.” His lips feather over mine. “Thank you for that.” The words are gruff, sending another rush of heat through me.
Wait, shouldn’t I be thanking him?
My head spins. My heart pounds. My entire body is lit from the inside out, like I’m riding some impossible high I never want to come down from. He pulls back just enough to peer at me, tugging fabric into place until everything is where it should be while I’m still shuddering.
I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I did it with him.
Reality starts creeping back in, nerves stirring low in my stomach, but one thing doesn’t change: nothing has ever felt like this before, and no man has ever had the chance to get this close to me.
He brings his hand up, the same fingers that had me shaking, and drags them across my lips. “Open.”
I do, closing my mouth around them, and the sound he makes is pure approval. His gaze stays fixed on me like he doesn’t want to miss any of it, and the hunger in his expression doesn’t fade.
He releases a rough breath, his body pinning me further, and as he does, his hardness presses into my stomach. A part of me wants to help him with that, but the words die in my throat. I wouldn’t even know what to do.
“Are you alright?” He cradles my cheek.
I nod. “That was…”
My teeth sink around my bottom lip.
“Incredible, I hope.” His knuckles stroke my jaw.
“More than that.” A smile appears on my face, even as my cheeks heat up.
“Don’t be shy.” His thumb brushes my chin. “You’re beautiful, Sloane. You were perfect. You are too perfect for me.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is. You don’t know who I am.”
He’s right. I don’t. And maybe I’d rather live in denial a little longer.
“You don’t know who I am, either.”
“Maybe.” His voice drops, rougher now. “If I was a different man, you’d be mine already.”
“Right,” I say, even though it stings. “Of course. Someone like me doesn’t belong in your world. I get it.”
“What?” His brows knit, surprise flashing before irritation hardens his mouth. “That’s not what I said.”