Page 136 of Bitten & Burned
And then, hetouchedme.
His mouth was there, parting my folds and inhaling my scent. He groaned when his tongue found my clit. He flicked it softly with his tongue, bringing my other leg up over his shoulder as he did.
He licked a long stripe up my slit, and I moaned. “Dmitri…”
“Gods, you’re beautiful like this,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful when you moan for me. Just for me.”
He flicked his tongue faster then, right on my clit as he moaned with me.
He dropped one hand from my leg and brought it to where he was so thoroughly devouring me. He pressed two thick fingers inside me, and I snapped.
Pleasure rolled through me in a seemingly never-ending wave of heat. I clenched around those two fingers and moaned his name like a chant. A prayer. And he took it like one.
He kept his fingers inside me, working me through the tremors as he slowed his tongue. He gave me one final lick through my folds and sat back, slowly sliding his fingers from me as well. He pressed a kiss to the crease of my thigh. Reverent. Adoring.
He looked up at me, lips slick. Breathing hard.Wreckedbut still holding himself together. For me.
And then he licked his fingers, humming as he did.
“Dmitri?” I whispered.
“Hmm?” he asked, fingers still in his mouth.
“I want you.”
“Do you?” he asked. “All of me?”
I nodded, and he shifted to stand.
His shirt was already off, and when his hands went to his trousers, I held my breath.
He pushed them down, his cock bobbed free, and I swore I nearly came right up off the bed.
Gods. I wanted him. I wanted every glorious inch.
I reached for him, and he followed, dragging me to the edge of the bed and bringing my legs up to wrap around his waist.
He stroked himself once, before lining himself up and gazing down at me. “All of me?” he asked, eyes on mine. The bond hummed low, vibrating through me as though it wanted the answer as much as he did.
“Please,” I murmured, my head falling back.
He pushed into me with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, and I swear—gods, I swear—I could feel every inch.
I gasped, fingers tightening on his shoulders, legs instinctively trying to close. He was so big. Thick. Heavy. Stretching me past full.
“Shh,” he murmured, bracing himself with one arm beside my head. The other hand slid between us, resting low on my belly. “I’ve got you. Breathe for me.”
I tried.
But he kept pushing in, deeper and deeper, until my back arched and I let out a strangled sound I didn’t recognize as mine.
“You feel it, don’t you?” he whispered. His voice was wrecked—still controlled, but only just. “Me, pressing right here.”
His palm splayed wide, pressing gently against the taut skin just below my navel.
He was there. Deep enough that I could feel him with more than just my nerves—I could feel him in my bones.
“Gods,” I choked, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re too much.”
