Page 118 of Savage Lies

He slides two fingers inside me while his tongue continues swiping over my most sensitive spot. The dual sensation makes stars explode behind my eyelids as he stretches me and fills me, but he pulls back just before I tumble over the edge.

“You’re so tight,” he growls. “So wet and ready for me.”

“Please,” I beg. “I need to come.”

“Then come for me. Let me feel you.”

He curls his fingers inside me and finds that spot that makes my vision go white. Combined with the relentless pressure of his tongue, it pushes me into a climax that tears through me like lightning.

I scream his name as my body convulses around his fingers, and he works me through the aftershocks, gentling his touch as I come down from the high. When the last tremor fades, he movesup my body to capture my mouth in a kiss that tastes like my arousal.

“Beautiful,” he breathes against my lips. “Absolutely beautiful.”

I can feel how hard he is against my thigh, and I reach down to wrap my hand around his length. He groans and thrusts into my grip.

“I want to come inside you,” he protests.

“Then stop waiting and take what you want.”

He lines himself up with my entrance and slides into me, agonizingly slow. When he’s fully seated, I tilt my hips up, inching him in even more.

“Oh, God. You feel incredible,” he pants. “Like you were made for me.”

“Maybe I was.”

He starts moving, but he keeps his pace gentle, careful not to hurt me. I wrap my legs around his waist and urge him deeper.

“I won’t break,” I tell him. “I need more.”

He goes still and blinks as his jaw ticks. “I can’t lose you again.”

“You won’t,” I assure him, cupping his face. “I’m right here, choosing to be here with you.”

That seems to be what he needs to hear. His pace increases, and he drives into me, just as he has every time we’ve been together. Each thrust hits that perfect spot inside me, building another climax.

“Touch yourself,” he commands. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

I reach between us and circle my clit while he continues pounding into me. The added stimulation pushes me toward the edge again.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Come for me, kotyonok.”

And I do. I come apart around him with a cry that reverberates through the room as my inner muscles clench rhythmically around his length. The pulsing of my orgasm pushes him over the edge, and he buries his face in my neck and groans my name as he spills inside me with hard thrusts and grunts.

“Are you okay?” he asks between ragged breaths as we come down from our highs. “Did I hurt you?”

I press a kiss to his throat, tasting salt on his skin. “I’m perfect. That was exactly what I needed.”

He tightens his arms around me possessively. “I want more than one night, Katya. I meant what I said. I can’t lose you again.”

“Wanting and getting are different things when people are trying to kill you,” I reply as I nuzzle against him.

“Then we make sure they fail.”

I run my fingertips along his chest while I consider how this will work. How we’ll make a fairytale out of this morally ambiguous beginning.

Somehow, I can picture it.

I can picture us together, when all of this is through, in our happily ever after.