Page 51 of Sweet Deception

“What?” I murmur into this awful silence, unable to take the suspense.

Darren rakes a rough hand through his hair. “No matter how I think about it, I need to taste you.”

He climbs onto the bed with all imaginable speed, his hands finding the underside of my knees. Darren pulls until my legs are spread wide and bent before him. Immediately, I’m overwhelmed by a painful desire for his dick to fill me, but he has other ideas.

His hands glide down my thighs and lift my ass, my spread legs mere inches below his sexy mouth.

I’ve never been more thankful for darkness. God only knows my expression when Darren buries his face in my pussy and begins to lick me up and down.

“Oh, oh my god…” I cry out. One of his big hands covers my left breast while the other squeezes my thigh.

Darren teases me, circling my clit and then retreating. When he sucks on the aching flesh, he pulls a deranged moan from my mouth. My thighs start to shake.

I’m hot, sweaty, hazy, and halfway in a trance as delicious pleasure pools in my core. It’s like he’s pumping me full of sugar with every deft stroke of his tongue.

“Bozhe moy,” I whimper as he dunks his tongue again and again.

And then he slips one of his long fingers through my entrance, and I see stars. The tension inside me explodes, hurtling me over the edge as I ride out one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever experienced.

By the time he releases me, I’m shivering, feverish, and more than a little brain-dead. And he hasn’t even put his dick inside me yet. Someone send help…

Darren climbs over my body and shoves his hot mouth to my ear, triggering yet another tremor. “You taste amazing…” The heat of his breath on my sensitive lobe is enough to curl my toes.

My arms wind around his hard back and squeeze him to me. I can’t even speak. I’m still trying to catch my breath.

I’m hoping he can tell what I want just from the way I’m embracing him.

When his cock starts sliding through the slick mess he’s made of my pussy, I know he does. The sensation is even more amazing now that he’s tenderized my body with his tongue, but I can’t take much more.

Which is terrible because I want more. A lot more.

Embarrassed by my desire for him and this deafening, cataclysmic yearning thundering through me, I bite his neck. His impressive body ripples against mine as he growls in my ear.

“Just do it already,” I whine against his skin. One of his hands crawls up the back of my skull, and the other clamps onto my waist. “I need to feel you inside me.”

“Veronika…”

We both groan when he threads his thick cock into my body.

And like this—him cradling my head that’s bent into the curve of his neck while my fingertips dig into the flesh of his back—he thrusts himself in and out of my body with heavy, rhythmic strokes.

He clings to me with a groan, and I lose myself so completely in this heat that I start moaning and mumbling nonsense in Russian. Before long, I forget everything, even my own name.

Somewhere inside, I’m still waiting for him to dominate me.

To degrade me like he did the first time.

I’m longing for the simplicity of our nameless acquaintanceship, when I was just a random slut to him. When touching each other had no emotional charge whatsoever. That was way easier than this.

This is dangerously close to…making love.

I’ve never made love to anyone before, and I’ve certainly never been made love to. It terrifies me that after tonight, I won’t be able to claim that anymore.

Darren’s pounding me, but the tempo and vibe aren’t merciless this time. Instead…the tenderness I glimpsed downstairs is in this room with us. Whatever’s happening right now involves more than just lust, and that’s a very, very bad thing.

And the way he moans my name…right in my ear…

The intensity draws tears to my eyes.