Page 85 of An Heir to Blood and Power

White laser-light sparkles flashed over the ceiling, twisting and spinning in circles. I thought they were from the chandelier, softly swaying in the air-conditioning breeze, but when I curled my hand into a fist, the spangles jolted over the white plaster.

No, the flashes of broken light were laser-refractions from my wedding ring set, still on my hand.

“Closeyour eyes, angel,” Nicolai said. “Close them. Or I’ll blindfold you.”

With my eyes closed, my body oriented on him. The velvet comforter was soft under my back.

He touched the outsides of my hips, and the elastic of my panties cut into my stomach and back as he dragged them down, and then over my thighs, and down my legs, and he lifted my feet to take them off me.

I was bare to him.

Before my other wedding to Jimmy, I’d gone to the spa at the hotel and hadeverythingwaxed from my waist to my pedicure in preparation for our wedding night, and I was still smooth.

Nicolai murmured, “So pretty.”

When I peeked again, he was looking between my open legs.

My whole body wanted to tremble, but the heat and soft sucks of his mouth crawled up the inside of my leg, a slow,deliberate quest that made my head pound from wanting him.

His teeth nipped the top of my thigh, and he pushed my thighs apart to suckle the crease where my panties’ elastic had been, and then he wasthere.

Feathery touches of his tongue first, then more, andmore,and then a wave.

My knees folded, and my legs rocked up to my sides as he pressed me open to him, the warmth of his mouth caressing the tender skin.

Then a deeper kiss licking into me, and pressure at my entrance again. Gentle intrusion filled my core.

Morethis time than in the car. Gentle, careful pressure and then slow friction, movement within me, a caressinsideme, the pleasure coming fromwithinme, not just that electric jolt as his tongue circled the top of my folds.

The tension tangled me into knots. “Nico, Nicolaiplease?—”

He didn’t reply, andthank Godbecause I would have sobbed if he’d stopped.

“Nicolai,I’m—”My voice cracked.“Nicolai, please!”

Gentle suction, rougher friction within my folds, the deep pleasure inside rocking me backward with each stroke of his hand and compressing my breath and my body within.

I couldn’t see, couldn’t think,couldn’t stop.

CHAPTER 24

watching lexi

NICOLAI

Her soft skin from her pretty little toes to her beautiful thighs that I pressed my fingers into, at least a little when I spread her legs apart, was alluring like I have not been drawn to a woman in years.

Maybe ever.

Her taste on my tongue, in my mouth, the feel of her velvet skin on my lips, feminine, womanly, drove me out of my fucking mind.

As she arched and squirmed, her body moved up on the bed, and I followed.

Oh God, I followed.

She squirmed in my hands, gasping. I pushed her knees apart to open her more to my mouth so I could devour every delicate bit of her, and she writhed.

Another squirm, another wiggle, and she inched farther across the mattress.