Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He twists my nipple again, harder, with sure intent that makes me want to cry. “Tempting.” Another pinch, and more torture. “Irresistible.” He pulls this time, adding a maddening friction that starts in my nipples and ends right between my legs. “And the worst part is, you have no fucking clue you are. That’s why you keep flaunting yourself around so innocently, for anyone to see, but we can’t have that, now, can we? I’m the only one who knows how beautiful you are, aren’t I?”
He uses his hold on my breast to push me down so that I’m lying on the bench and the now open bathrobe.
I feel like I’ll faint, but that has less to do with the temperature and more to do with the man who’s hovering over me like a god. His knees are on either side of me and his face is much more handsome from this angle.
“Answer me, Solnyshko.”
A fire burns inside me at that word, and I clench my legs as I nod.
His eyes rage into a darker blue, ethereal in color, molten in appearance. His attention never leaves me as he pours half of the drink over my breasts. I shudder when the cold liquid touches my hot skin and drips down the sides.
“I’m the only one who’s seen these gorgeous tits, right?”
I’m lost for words because of one small fact. Did he just call me gorgeous?
“Does the silence mean some other bastard has seen your tits, Sasha?” His fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of my breasts.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Only me?”
“Only…you.” Sometimes, no, I always hate how he’s privy to parts of me I have never and would never disclose to anyone.
But at the same time, I like this sense of…intimacy. There’s something only the two of us know, and it will remain this way forever.
Kirill’s head falls between my breasts, and he sucks a nipple into his mouth. My hands grip the edges of the bench to stop myself from falling over.
His knees tighten against my sides, trapping me between his large, muscular thighs. I’m light-headed but also…strangely protected.
Still pinching and twisting my other nipple, he bites, sucks, and toys with the one in his hot, wicked mouth. The cycle repeats again and again until I think I’m going to faint from the overwhelming sensations.
“You taste like an aphrodisiac,” he says around my nipple, then his tongue chases the alcohol down to my stomach.
I try to clench my legs, but Kirill effortlessly parts them and pulls down my boxer briefs, then throws them aside.
The first thought on my mind is to hide, but I can’t look away from the lust on his face. Or the way his jaw clenches upon seeing me naked.
This man who usually feels so far away is the closest he’s ever been, and he wants me. Not anyone else but me.
That knowledge makes the imaginary knot in my throat disappear. But just when I’m starting to relax, or at least, give into this madness, Kirill pours the rest of the drink over my pussy.
I hiss due to the difference in temperature, but it turns into a gasp when he throws my legs over his shoulders and dives at my core.
He doesn’t nibble or suck, he straight out thrusts his tongue inside me.
My whole body recoils, and I’d fall off the bench if it weren’t for his hold on me. Kirill tongue-fucks me, tearing me apart with each in and out.
The buildup startles me. I couldn’t keep up even if I wanted to, and he doesn’t give me any time to catch my breath.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he picks up the pace. My eyes go blurry, and I moan as I fall apart on his tongue. My legs shake, and moisture streams down my cheek, but I scream and thrust my hips.
Kirill doesn’t stop with my orgasm. He doesn’t take it slow, either. In fact, he licks every drop of alcohol off my folds and my clit. He bites my inner thighs and leaves marks that I can already feel forming.
The buildup doesn’t prepare me for what’s coming. This time, I’m hit by a strong wave out of nowhere, and I think I’m going to faint.
It’s an eruption.
It’s complete and utter…madness.
Kirill’s head peeks from between my legs and he licks my glistening arousal off his lips.
I don’t know why I think he’s never been as beautiful as he is right now. All tattooed and tall and handsome.
He’s a monster, too, but maybe monsters do it better than others.
“Why…are you crying?” he asks with a note of darkness.
I dab at my cheek, and that’s when I realize the moisture I felt wasn’t sweat, but actually tears.
“I…don’t know.”
“Do you hate this?”
“It’s not that I hate it…” It’s more that I love it too much.