“Have you… are you unhappy?”
“Ask me if I love, Isla. Ask me who I love.” I close my ears to his demands, afraid of the answers.
“Where are the words from?”
“My heart. My life. Also Dostoevsky,” he adds as his hand slips from mine. I scrape my nail down the length of his torso, not willing to examine that. “Isla,” he growls. “Be careful.”
“Maybe I don’t want to.” Desire thickens my voice as I reach his waistband.
“I planned on going easy.” His chest rises and falls as his breath is dragged in and forced out through his nose. His hands grip the back of the sofa, his arms bracketing my head. Muscles flex and veins bulge like I needed the added stimulation.
“Why? Why spoil the habit of a lifetime.”
“You’re not a habit, my darling. You’re an obsession. And now you’re my wife.”
His husky statement sounds better than it should. “Much good it will do you,” he says, dipping down to take my mouth. His kiss is thorough but brief, at my instigation, because a wife is surely entitled to stroke her hand down her husband’s body, drawing his lounge pants the rest of the way down.
“Much good it will do you,” I whisper, brushing my palm against his silken crown.
Niko groans, pushing himself against my hand. “Goodness is overrated.”
“I want to see you,” I whisper, pulling on his tongue as we kiss, wet and messy. “Show me.”
With a muttered curse, he pulls his mouth away and rises to his knees, caging me in with his strong arms. I lick the vein in his forearm, press my teeth over it as I run my hand down the ladder of his abdominals, savoring the shiver that wracks his body.
“They broke the mold when they made you,” I tell him as I reach the root of his thick cock, scissoring my fingers over him.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” His voice is harder and his breath sharper as my fingers make a lazy perusal of his sleek length. His cock twitches in my hand, thick and heavy as I press my tongue to his crown.
“The world take only one of you.” Exchanging my tongue for my lips, I slide myself over him.
“The world can go to hell,” he groans. “I only need you to take me, milaya.”
He’s all ache and gravel as I work my mouth down. “That’s it, darling, take me all the way in.”
My hand at his base, I lick him like there’s nothing in my life but this. As I flick my tongue along the thick underside vein and the deep ridge of his crown, his harsh breaths and his guttural words are what I live for.
“You take me so beautifully,” he groans, sliding his hand to the back of my head. “I’ve dreamed of this moment.” His body shakes as I slide my lips down his hard length with a moan. “Darling, show me how much you can take.”
My God, his commentary. It turns me on. Drives me on. I want him wild and uncontrolled as I tighten my lips and take him deeper—deeper than ever before.
“That feels so good.” He releases a harsh, masculine breath, his jaw taut and his expression pained as I moan my desire around him. “You look so beautiful sucking my cock.” His lewd whispers tighten every part of me, his avid gaze glued to the glistening thick slide of him between my lips. His fingers, light at the nape of my neck, draw the opposite effect as he tenderly gathers my hair, making me feel cherished. With a grunt, he gives an experimental flex of his hips. He’s so thick that my throat constricts around him, my body unprepared.
“Relax, darling,” he coaxes, his fingers a light brush at my jaw. “You can do it.” Shock and unease mingle with his tender words and touches. “Do it for me.”
Oh God, I want to. I want to be the source of his pleasure, want to own him just as I want to be owned by him as, with a hum, I relax, opening my throat to the feel of him.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses, “that’s it.” His hands in my hair, he guides me, my fist and mouth working him as he tests my limits and whispers such filth. “Show me how love my cock. Yes, show much you can take.” His hips work harder, his breath suddenly labored. I think to myself, this is it. This is the moment I make him lose it. I cast my eyes up the length of his beautiful body, willing him to use me, to take his pleasure, to give it over to me.
Niko half retreats, his cool eyes made entirely of hunger. For a split second, I’m sure I know what’s about to happen, and my heart hammers triumphantly in my throat. His dark thoughts veiled under the sweep of his lashes, he drags his cock from my mouth.