Page 128 of No Longer Mine

His grin was devastating and also a distraction. Before I could blink, he was right at the edge of my chair. His face was at eye level with my pussy and all I could think of was him tasting me like the night before. He put his hand over mine and began moving the pawn in and out of me.

My head tipped back, but before I knew it, it was his mouth on me, and the pawn was long forgotten. His tongue slid over me in one slow, devastating stroke.

“Fuck—Dimitri?—”

He gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, keeping me pinned to the chair as he went down on me like it was his last meal.

He sucked on my clit hard enough to make my vision blur, his fingers digging into my flesh like he needed to hold himself back from devouring all of me.

I choked out a moan, my hips bucking into his face, chasing the rhythm of his mouth like a woman completely undone.

“Fuck—just like that?—”

He hummed against me like he liked the sound of that. Like he wanted more of it.

“That’s it,” he muttered against my skin. “Make those noises. I want to hear every filthy sound you make when you fall apart for me.”

His tongue circled me again—slowly—before he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked hard once again. My thighs trembled against his shoulders.

I tried to close my legs—tried to pull away when it got to be too much—but he wouldn’t let me.

He growled and shoved me back against the chair harder. “You started this, Little Fox. Now it’s time for you to take it.”

When he slid two fingers inside me without warning, I cried out.

“So fucking wet for me,” he muttered. “I could eat this pussy for hours.”

I was already shaking. Already on the edge.

“Dimitri, I?—”

“Cum on my face,” he snapped, tongue pressing hard as his fingers fucked into me. “I love the taste of your sweet pussy.”

That did it.

It hit fast and brutal. My entire body locked up as a raw scream ripped from my throat, and I shattered all over his mouth.

He didn’t let up. He kept going—licking me through it, swallowing every drop.

By the time I could breathe again, I was a trembling, ruined mess in the chair—legs still spread, chest heaving, heart pounding like a war drum in my ears.

He pulled back slowly, licking his lips like he’d just finished dessert. His mouth was wet and his chin was glistening. His grin was absolutely wicked with a touch of satisfaction. The boner he was still sporting was more than impressive in the morning light.

I licked my lips slowly. “My turn.”

He shook his head and planted his hand in the middle of my chest, forcing me to lean back in my chair. He ran his fingers over my bullet wound, checking it out again. I didn’t know if I was grateful for the extra care or annoyed that I couldn’t continue what I started.

He brushed his fingers lightly across the healing wound, his gaze suddenly more serious. “You’re not cleared for round two,” he murmured, voice rough but threaded with concern. “I meant it when I said I want all of you—but I’m not hurting you to get it.”

The shift in him—going from unrelenting hunger to such precise gentleness—undid me more than anything else could. I stared up at him, breath still ragged, body humming with aftershocks, and felt it in every part of me.

He looked up and caught the softness in my expression. His thumb traced just under my breast, then up the line of my collarbone. “Don’t look at me like that, Little Fox.”

“Like what?”

“Like I did something noble.” His smile was crooked—wry. “I’m not a noble man.”

I reached forward, and he avoided my touch. “I’m not going to hurt myself by giving you head.”