Chapter 20 - Keira #2
"I'm not teasing. I'm savoring." His fingers drifted higher, brushing against my center with a featherlight touch that made me whimper. "You're already wet."
"I've been wet since you kissed me in the study."
"That long?" He stroked me again, more firmly this time, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. "We should do something about that."
He lowered his head, and then his mouth was on me.
The first stroke of his tongue made me see stars.
He licked through my folds with slow, deliberate movements, learning me all over again, finding the spots that made me gasp and tremble.
When he reached my clit, he circled it without touching directly, building the tension until I thought I'd scream.
"Please," I begged. "Right there—please—"
He gave me what I wanted. His lips closed around my clit, sucking gently, and two fingers slid inside me at the same moment. The dual sensation was overwhelming—pleasure spiraling through me in waves that left me breathless.
He worked me with relentless precision, his fingers curling to hit the spot that made my toes curl, his tongue maintaining a steady rhythm that pushed me higher and higher.
I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, my hips bucking against his mouth, chasing the release that was building at the base of my spine.
"That's it," he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation. "Let go. I want to feel you come."
The orgasm crashed over me without warning—a wave of pleasure so intense I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but ride it out. I heard myself cry his name, felt my inner walls clamp around his fingers, felt him work me through every tremor until I was boneless and gasping.
He kissed his way back up my body, shedding his clothes as he went. By the time he reached my mouth, he was as naked as I was, his hard length pressing against my thigh.
"I need you inside me," I said.
"Are you sure? We can stop—"
"If you stop now, I will kill you."
He laughed, a low sound that vibrated through my chest, and positioned himself at my entrance. "I've been threatened by worse."
"Rodion—"
He thrust into me in one smooth stroke.
The feeling of fullness, of connection, of being joined to him in the most primal way—it still overwhelmed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned against my neck.
"God, you feel incredible."
"Move. Please move."
He did. Long, slow strokes at first, each one dragging against every sensitive inch of me. I matched his rhythm, my hips rising to meet his, our bodies finding a synchronization that felt like coming home.
But slow wasn't enough. Not tonight. I needed more—needed to feel him, to lose myself in him, to forget everything except this moment.
"Harder," I gasped. "I need you to—"
He didn't wait for me to finish. His pace increased, his thrusts growing deeper, more forceful. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room, punctuated by my moans and his grunts of pleasure.
He shifted his angle, and suddenly, he was hitting a spot inside me that made everything go white. I screamed, my nails raking down his back, and felt him shudder in response.
"Yes," he said through gritted teeth. "Just like that. Let me hear you."
I couldn't have been quiet if I'd tried. Every thrust pushed a sound from my throat—gasps, moans, his name repeated like a prayer. The tension was building again, impossibly, a second peak rising even higher than the first.
"I'm close," I managed. "I'm so close—"
"Come for me." His hand slipped between us, finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched his thrusts. "Come with me."
The orgasm hit us simultaneously. I felt him pulse inside me as my own release crested, both of us crying out, both of us clinging to each other as the pleasure crashed through us in waves.
He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms, both of us breathing hard. I could feel his heart hammering against my back, keeping time with my own.
"That was—" I started.
"Yeah."
"I was going to say intense."
"I was going to say necessary." He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "I needed that. Needed you."
I turned in his arms to face him. His hair was disheveled, his eyes soft in the afterglow, his expression more open than I'd ever seen it.
"I needed you too," I admitted.
We lay there in the darkness, tangled together, neither of us speaking. Outside, the city hummed with its endless energy. Somewhere out there, our enemies were planning, waiting, circling.
But here, in this bed, with this man, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. Maybe ever.
Safe. Wanted. Home.
"Rodion?" I said quietly.
"Hmm?"
"Kirill's operation. The one against Cormac. When is it happening?"
He was silent for a moment. "Two days."
"Is it dangerous?"
"Yes."
"Will you be involved?"
"Not directly. Kirill and Demyan are handling it. But—" He paused. "Things could go wrong. They could retaliate. The Petrovics might see it as an opportunity."
I pressed closer to him, my hand resting on his chest. "Then let's not waste whatever time we have."
He pulled me tighter, his chin resting on top of my head. "We won't."
I closed my eyes and let myself drift, his heartbeat steady beneath my palm.
Two days until the operation. Two days until everything changed again.
I didn't know what was coming. But I knew one thing for certain: whatever it was, I wasn't facing it alone.
Not anymore.