Page 138 of Savage Lies

“God, Katya,” he groans when his fingers find my slick heat. “You’re dripping for me.”

“Don’t stop,” I breathe, clawing at his shoulders.

He strokes me slowly and deliberately, building me up until I want to scream. When he pushes a finger inside, I arch my back off the bed with a gasp.

“More,” I demand.

He adds a second finger, and I rock desperately against his hand. The pressure is exquisite, but I need more.

“I want you inside me,” I tell him.

“Not yet. I want to taste you first.”

Before I can protest, his mouth is on me, his tongue lashing my sensitive flesh. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure so intense that it borders on pain.

“Oh—fuck, Dmitri!”

He pins my hips as I wither, tongue working me like he owns me. When he sucks gently on my clit, I shatter, and my orgasm crashes over me in waves.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles against my thigh as I come down from the high.

I drag him up for a kiss and taste myself on his lips. “Now,” I order.

He lines up at my entrance, and we both groan when he pushes deep inside. The feeling of being filled by him, and connected to him, chases every thought from my mind except him and how he makes me feel.

“Perfect, kotyonok,” he breathes when he’s fully seated inside me. “You were made for me.”

He moves inside me, slowly then harder, until there’s nothing but him—nothing but us.

“I love you,” I gasp as he moves into me.

“I love you, too. So much it scares the hell out of me.”

“Don’t be scared. We’re safe now.”

“Are we?” he grits, his eyes blazing.

“We’re safe with each other.”

He captures my mouth in another kiss as he continues to move within me. The pleasure builds slowly, a sweet tension that coils tighter with each thrust.

I hook my legs around his waist, and he slams deeper, nailing the spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes.

“There—God, right there,” I gasp.

He maintains the angle, driving into me until I’m balanced on the edge of release.

“Come for me, kotyonok,” he growls. “I need to feel you break on me.”

His command shatters me. I clamp around him, crying out as my orgasm rips through me. The pulsing of my inner muscles triggers his release, and he spills inside me with a grunt of satisfaction.

“That was…” I breathe, still dazed.

“Different,” he says, voice rough.

“Better.”

“So much better.”