Remnants of vodka hit his tongue the second his tongue touched hers. He stroked his tongue over hers again, wanting more. At first, she stiffened but soon molded herself against him, opening her mouth wider. He slowed and softened his lips against hers. She followed his lead, licking and nipping at him as he did the same. Her fingers grasped the material of Matteo’s shirt, holding him to her and he couldn’t help but let his own rove a little higher until he found her ass.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Did you want to get fucked tonight, kroshka?”
Warm, plump skin met the palms of his hands.
God have mercy on his self-control.
One swift movement and he could have her body bared to them all. The dress nothing but a heap on the floor. Her sweet pussy and all her delicate juices exposed for them to taste. Lick. And then thoroughly fuck.
He swallowed back a growl.
The plumpness of her ass was pure heaven in the palms of his hands. God, she tasted like concentrated euphoria and felt like sin all at once in his arms. Too perfect. Too innocent.
The thought of having his tongue on her body had his dick raging hard against the restraints of his zipper. God, this woman drove him mad.
His hard cock pressed into the seam of her legs. Uncontrollable need drove his hips forward. She almost made him cave and he couldn’t have that.
A sense of possessiveness claimed his mind, flooding his thoughts with one mission. Raw hunger clawed at his insides. The part of him he buried and refused to acknowledge awoke and his senses sharpened. Driven by a lust so strong he honed in on one thing. Her.
“Sevastyan,” she breathed, not much louder than a decadent whisper meant for his ears only. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated. A rosy pink colored her cheeks.
She held his face between her palms, her gaze taking in everything about him. “Take me. All of you.” She touched each of them with a gentle, pleading look.
In a gruff voice, he bit out, “Fuck.” Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he nipped her shoulder. Teased the flesh with his blunt teeth. Torturing her no doubt from her velvety moans, but fucking killing himself.
He didn’t give her time to say anything else or for him to focus on what that meant. She moved her hands from his biceps to his shoulders and pulled until she had his lips on hers again, this time plundering with no shame, taking what she wanted.
He sensed Matteo reaching down to slip her shoes off, letting them fall where they may. He brushed the length of her soft leg before settling the meaty weight of her ass in his hands.
Before she left him tonight she would be pleasured, satisfied, and know what it meant to be claimed by him.
No. He wouldn’t.
Blood raged in his ears, and he felt no better than a savage wanting to mark, bite, fuck and claim his prize.
The savage monster within thrashed against the frail sides of the veil that saved them all from a mistake neither of them wanted.
She watched him—her gaze as solid as a caress.
He erased the space between them, pressed her core firmly against his hard cock, and reveled in watching her head fall against Matteo’s shoulder, her eyes roll closed.
In the next second, she reclaimed his mouth. The shock of her taking a bite of his lower lip surged his hips forward. He nearly groaned from the soft flick of her tongue against his the second she thrust her tongue between his lips.
Fire blazed a path to his dick, and he had his teeth scraping over the pulse in her neck before he realized he’d moved. The heat of needing her overtook him and his teeth raked across the tender flesh where her shoulder met her neck. She whimpered, the sound pure crack to his senses.
She buried her fingers in his hair and worked her sweet lips down his neck, laving at his pulse point.
He pulled back enough to take in her expression, all control abandoned. Her mouth fell open as he slipped his between her legs and stroked through the warm liquid of her pussy.
And it was delicious. The scent alone driving him over the edge of sanity.
She panted, her shoulders rising and falling, her head thrown back, opening her throat for Matteo to tease over the delicate skin there.
Lucian on one side, Matteo on the other. She buried her hands in their hair, holding them close.
“More,” she begged as her body shuddered in his arms the faster he stroked her clit with the pad of his thumb.
His lips came down on hers in a brief brushing. A hint of tongue teasing hers. He growled softly when she flicked hers to meet his.