The sudden absence of his fingers forces a gasp from my lungs. He scoops me up and plants me on the counter, stripping me from the waist down and forcing my knees apart. His breath trails down until I can feel his steely gaze upon the slickness between my legs.
Neither of us has been this desperate since—
One lick is all it takes to undo me.
Whatever control I think I have left dissolves from my limbs. I cup my hands beneath my knees and coil tightly, watching helplessly as he slurps every drop of arousal from my slit. A shudder shreds through my core as my eyelids flutter.
I lose sight of him. Waves of pleasure slowly overwhelm the storm of emotions inside me.
And that’s just what he does to me. That’s just how it feels when I allow myself to lean into the space we’ve created.
Together.
When his fingers pierce me once more as he sucks on my clit, I let go of myself to the skill of his mouth. I’m sputtering incoherent words as I ride his face, hips bucking to their own rhythm while trying to keep my legs out of the way.
I can no longer think. I’m being driven by an unstoppable animal urge. I can’t make out any of the words I’m trying to say. It’s almost silly to even try.
But when I come, only one word tumbles from my mouth.
It’s as crystal clear as glass.
It’s the only word I want on my lips in this moment.
“Pavel…”
Chapter Nine
Pavel
Every bit of Liya appeals to me—the concentrated furrow in her brow when I’m devouring her sweet pussy, the way she squirms under my fingers, and the gloriously fragmented agony featured on her face when she comes.
And it’s all because of me.
While pushing her to the brink of sanity, I cup my cock, throbbing with the unmistakable desire to be inside her. She’s wetter than usual, so slick that my fingers won’t stop sliding out of place. Once she’s wiggled her way through a second orgasm, I surface from her pussy and cradle her in my arms.
She slumps into my shoulder while I unbuckle my pants. Shaky fingers join mine, rushing to free my cock from my briefs. She strokes my shaft urgently while tilting her head back, a satisfied smile on her pink lips. I bruise them with a hungry kiss that forces her to wrap her legs around me.
Eager tugs position me at her opening and then she encases me, her fingers sliding up the back of my neck with the motion. My jaw slackens as I bottom out. I shiver while her pussy flexes around my cock.
She softly nuzzles the skin beneath my ear and whispers, “Fuck me…please.”
Whatever care and caution I would have used prior to her urgent request goes right out the window. My primal instincts surface as I cradle her in my arms and thrust. Her lips tingle against mine, a moan breaking free with each pump.
Her eyelids are heavy, but she’s focused on me and only me, squirming as I dive between her legs. With her ankles hooked behind my back, she nudges me deeper.
Something about her jealousy makes me furious. Nobody can take her place. Not even a woman like Zoya.
Sure, Zoya knows everything about me, from my favorite food to my secret interest in the arts. She’s been under my skin plenty of times—but not like Liya.
Neverlike Liya.
Only a clever fox could have burrowed into my heart without me realizing it.
And that’s exactly what Liya has done.
Liya whimpers beneath me, gasping for air. She claws my back as she chants my name, bucking so hard that her ass lifts from the counter. She encapsulates me, seducing me with the promise of release by touch alone. My vision tunnels as I bow toward her, clutching her shoulders and the back of her neck simultaneously as I stiffen.
It’s not until I plant myself deep inside her that I realize she’s quivering all over again.