“I’ve often thought your mouth doesn’t make sense,” I whisper, pressing my forefinger to his full bottom lip. “I now realize it’s you. Nothing about you makes sense.”
His gaze travels over me with such possessiveness, I find I have nothing to add. Not even when his hands slip under me and he stands, pulling me with him. Pulling against him.
“Niko!” I complain, finding myself flush against his chest, his arm bracketing my thighs as she he carries me over to the bed. “We’re not twenty-five anymore—put me down!” These days I only have to look at a heavy box to feel my back creak, yet he carries me with such ease.
“You make me feel like I’m twenty-five,” he asserts as he lowers me reverently to the center of the bed, pulling the slippery silk gown from my body like a magician pulling on a novelty tablecloth. “What a sight you are.” His possessive gaze passing over me feels like an electric current. “What a treasure.”
I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. Take. Steal. Plunder. The suggestions bounce through my head, the mattress barely dipping as his knee lands next to my leg. I almost sigh in relief as his hand hooks under my knee, spreading me wider. But my sigh morphs into a sob as my Niko suddenly produces the bottle of champagne, the cool liquid cascading me. His grip on me tightens as I try to close my legs, his eyes never leaving mine as he splashes champagne between my legs.
The bottle clunks against the floor, discarded, as Niko practically dives between my legs, his tongue hot where a moment before I was chilled. I twist my fingers in the bed linens, every one of my muscles tense and shivery as his tongue follows every trailing tributary. My breasts, my ribs, his tongue swirls over my navel and over my hips, my breath halting as Niko reaches between my legs.
Through the open door, a clap of thunder carries loudly, a crash of lightning filling the room the moment before the lights in the room cut out. We both freeze, but I’m not sure if the darkness is a blessing or a curse because the sight of him there between my spread legs was almost too much. A blond devil ready to devour me.
“The boys.” His voice is husky, his breath a cool press against my heated ribbon of flesh.
“They’d sleep through an apocalypse.” My words keen as his tongue flicks my clit, the sound drawing out as he presses his tongue between my legs.
“Good.”
My heels dig into the mattress—I’m almost certain I’m levitating—as Niko’s thumbs spread me open, his mouth beginning to work me like he needs my pussy to breathe. There is no slow build up, no gentleness. He offers me no mercy and I wouldn’t want it anyway as he thrusts and licks, eats and feasts, his growls and his demands forcing my pleasure to the surface the moment before it bursts through me.
“Niko, please!” I tighten my hand in his hair as I let go and a shower of golden, molten heat and light explodes through me.
“Yes,” he growls against my heated flesh. “Come for me, darling. Come all over my face.”
Ah, oh, God, I do, as his mouth continues to work me. I try to close my legs—the sensation is just too much, when he just holds my thighs wide, pressing slow, thorough kisses to my pussy, dragging my orgasm out, twisting it into something otherworldly.
I am a ball of electric aftershocks, panting and throbbing when I become sentient again, and aware of Niko’s kissing his way up my body. Damp and sticky, his body is hot where it touches mine.
“You make me feel like a king when you beg me like that. So many times I’ve come with my cock in my hand to the memory of you.” I have no answer as the blunt thickness of him nudges my inner thigh and his body rises over mine. A blaze of stark white flashes through the room making him look like some silver, mythical deity. the weight of his gaze pressing the air from my lungs. Breath pounds in his chest, his nostrils flaring with each inhale. There’s something dark in his expression, so much so I find myself scrambling backward across the mattress, instinct overcoming rationality.
“No, milaya.” His hands grasp my ankles, pulling me back and under him. “There is no escape. I will have you in all ways.” His hand cradles my throat, sliding down over my collarbone. A moan catches in my throat as his smooth head nudges where I’m still so wet.
“Yes.” His affirmation is soft and low as his hand makes a whispering slide up my ribs. He takes my hands in his, one then the other, pressing them to the side of my head. Like a choreographed dance, my legs rise and wrap around him, and I hear the sharp intake of his breath as he slides forward, fully possessing me.