Page 28 of Kiss of Seduction (Court of Chains #1)

The need Natalya felt was beyond overwhelming.

She hadn’t shown up at the dance studio with this in mind. In fact, she had made the firm decision that the night she and Evie shared wasn’t to be repeated.

Evie already depended on Natalya for safety and protection.

She couldn’t lean on her for intimacy too, especially not when a relationship between them couldn’t last. She was with Natalya by circumstance, and when her world was safe, she would leave to continue her life elsewhere. That was how it should be.

Then Natalya had seen the look of want in her eyes. How her body language changed when she noticed Natalya looking at her with more than just appreciation. It made reason and logic seem like insignificant things. Something that mattered as little as the stranger who had frightened Evie before.

Evie’s breathing was uneven. Her skin glistened from sweat. Natalya wanted to lick it off, taste the saltiness of it and the tanginess of her desire. If she would only say the words.

“Please…” Evie paused a moment. Swallowed.

The seconds stretched, and it was agony. Evie took a deep breath, and even without focusing, Natalya could feel the desire rise in her like a flame. It didn’t make it easier to stay composed.

“Please fuck me, Mistress Natalya.”

Evie tensed as soon as the words were out, but she didn’t rescind them. She wasn’t afraid. Just nervous.

“Since you asked so politely….” Natalya couldn’t help but grin, and she knew it was triumphant. She ran a finger over Evie’s collarbone, noticing how Evie didn’t pull away from the touch.

It was still spectacular that she could touch Evie in this way. Without worry. Without restraint. Even if she pushed her influence beyond her baseline, it caused no pain. In all her years free, she had never been able to relax in the presence of another like this.

“Sins, you are fucking marvelous.”

Natalya leaned in and clashed her mouth against Evie’s.

Sighing. Moaning. Snarling . This was the first kiss since the car where Natalya had complete control.

The other times had either been light, experimenting affairs, or she’d let Evie take the steps.

Let her lead. To ensure Natalya didn’t hurt her.

She now knew she couldn’t. Not with a kiss anyway.

Evie gasped against her mouth. Her arms went around Natalya, and Evie pulled herself against her. Their skin touched. Natalya didn’t hold back. She didn’t need to.

For Evie, the kiss produced pleasure and alertness alike. Natalya’s kiss, like her touch, sharpened the senses. It meant Evie would feel everything more intently. Pain would be deeper, emotions heightened, pleasure more intense.

To Natalya, the kiss was like taking a deep breath after hours underwater. It was air and sunlight. It filled her with such vigorousness that she felt invincible. It had been over a century since she’d experienced something like this.

They kissed hard and painfully. Evie’s teeth pressed against Natalya’s mouth, her tongue surrendering and her body shivering. She moaned and her fingers dug into Natalya’s skin.

She wanted more. She could take more.

Natalya bit Evie’s bottom lip as she pulled away. It was left wet and glistening. Evie’s green eyes were glassy.

“Take off your top.”

Evie obeyed so quickly that it was almost amusing. She pulled off the top and then the sports bra beneath it. Her beautiful freckled breasts moved along with her rapid breathing. Her nipples were pink and erect.

Natalya put her hand on one breast, trailing her fingers over it. She circled a nipple. Evie gasped at the touch.

“So sensitive already. And I’m barely doing anything. Imagine how it’ll feel when I use my mouth instead of my hands.”

Evie’s eyes widened, and Natalya chuckled. She rolled a nipple between her fingers, making Evie gasp again.

“I may have to stay here a while. This is just too fun for me.”

“Please, Natalya—” Evie began. Natalya cut her off by slamming their lips together again. A silencing, demanding, hungry kiss, the pleasure of which was deepened as Natalya played with Evie’s breasts. When she broke it, Evie was breathing unevenly.

“Didn’t I say that you would beg? But it is much too soon to be begging. Be careful with what you say.”

She pinched Evie’s nipple for emphasis, making her yelp.

Natalya could have stayed with the building torture for hours. She could have been fine with drawing out the act, taking in Evie’s desire as pure, unfiltered satiation. But she wanted more.

It was one thing to feel sexual energy made by someone else. It was another to produce it yourself. To feel it in your own body with no manipulation or forcefulness.

Natalya’s touch was like a drug. She would give Evie a fix.

When Natalya bent down to place hard kisses on her chest, Evie had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

Her breasts had always been sensitive, but not like this.

Not at all like this. It was like lightning through her veins whenever Natalya pressed her lips against her skin.

When she ran her tongue around a nipple and then bit it gently, Evie thought she might faint.

The pleasure was already skyrocketing, already pushing her close. Natalya’s tongue on one nipple, moving expertly, was joined by her fingers on the other. She sucked, then pinched. Licked, then flicked. The sensations were unbelievable.

Evie’s hands were on Natalya’s arms, and her grip tightened as the pleasure increased. Natalya let out a low laugh, and the noise created vibrations against her skin.

“You’re responsive,” Natalya said, straightening. Her eyes were alight with satisfaction. “You remember what comes next, don’t you?”

Evie nodded, and Natalya leaned close to her.

“Why don’t you remind me?”

“You were going to move down.”

“Oh, that’s right.” It didn’t sound like she’d actually forgotten. “And what would I do then? I think it was something important.”

“You wouldn’t…” Evie couldn’t bring herself to say it. Natalya grinned wickedly.

“I’m not going to let you come.” She pulled at the waistband of Evie’s gym shorts, then let go. It snapped against her skin. “These are in my way.”

Eagerly, Evie pulled down her shorts and panties, standing naked in front of Natalya. The other night, just being in her underwear had filled her with dread. She’d been self-conscious, stuck in her head. Stuck in the past.

Now only the present existed. She was laser-focused on Natalya, awaiting what she’d do or say next. The concepts of past and future didn’t exist when Natalya looked at her with so much want and wicked amusement.

“I think your chest deserves more attention,” Natalya said. “I’m not quite done with your breasts yet.”

Natalya pulled up the skirt of her cocktail dress, baring her thigh. She leaned forward, her mouth hovering over Evie’s, as she pressed her thigh between Evie’s legs.

“This will be fun. For me.” Natalya bit her lip, eyes outright taunting. “I’m not so sure you’ll agree.”

Natalya started grinding against her. She wasn’t holding back her influence, creating that lovely buzzing Evie had become so familiar with. Warm tingling. Vibrations of pleasure whose intensity was rapidly increasing. Her hands went to Evie’s chest. Stroking, circling, pinching.

Evie sighed as Natalya started kissing her face. Her lips trailed her jaw and her cheek. Her tongue pressed gently against Evie’s skin. Natalya leaned in, grinding her thigh against Evie’s slick center, and then she nipped at Evie’s earlobe.

“ Oh …” The deep moan was unexpected, and it generated a chuckle from Natalya. The grinding, combined with the zaps of pleasure from Natalya kissing her ear and her hands playing with her breasts, made Evie start gasping.

Natalya pulled back slightly. “Not yet, darling.”

She let Evie’s breathing calm for a few seconds, then she was back. This time, her lips returned to Evie’s, kissing her hard and with demand. Evie groaned against her mouth. It wired her up all over again.

Then Natalya slowed once more.

“You’re getting impatient. Do you want to beg yet?”

No way in hell.

Natalya had warned her not to ask for it too soon. And she had a feeling Natalya was far from done.

“You look so frustrated.” Natalya flicked her tongue over Evie’s lips before kissing her again, creating a flow of sparks throughout her whole body. When Natalya pulled away, Evie followed her lips. “Don’t you like this, darling? Don’t you like being punished?”

She pressed her thigh against Evie, making her yelp.

“Yes! Yes. Yes, I do.” The words came out gasping as Natalya grinded her thigh between her legs.

It was torture. Perfect torture. Natalya brought her to the brink, paused, and then pulled back. Over and over again. Evie’s legs started shaking, and she was thankful Natalya was holding onto her. It kept her upright.

“Is it becoming unbearable?” Natalya’s lips brushed over Evie’s. Barely a touch, but it felt searing . “What does it feel like?”

“It’s… too much.”

Natalya chuckled and the sound was like pure fire in her veins. “That’s the point.”

Evie had no idea how long it lasted. Natalya’s thigh against her, burning lips touching her skin, a sultry voice in her ear. Coaxing her. Provoking her. Getting her so high and then bringing her down again. It was all so hot she could barely think.

“Please!” she cried finally. Natalya slowed down her movement and Evie shuddered. She was out of breath. Natalya had stolen it. “Please. Please, Natalya.”

Barely had she said the words before Natalya hoisted her up in her arms. Evie’s legs were on either side of her, their chests pressed together. Surprised, Evie held onto Natalya’s shoulders to avoid falling.

“What’s next?” Natalya asked.

Evie was panting a little. Actually, more than a little. “The floor.”

Natalya ran her tongue over her teeth. A promise of what to come, and Evie stiffened. She knew how pleasurable it was to have Natalya kiss her mouth and her breasts. How would it feel down there?

“Do you need to stop, darling? Need to pause?”