Page 16 of Nanny for the Bratva Daddies

“Let me help.”

I pause, debating exactly what he thinks he can do to help me sleep but I come up empty. I’m exhausted and out of ideas.

“Okay.”

Daniil moves immediately, retracting his warm presence, then the sheets lift up and his warm, calloused hand is on my naked thigh.

“Naomi.”

“Yes?” I reply hoarsely, my heart starting to pound.

“I’m going to touch you.”

This can’t be real. Did I fall asleep? Is this merely a dream because Daniil is in the room with me?

“Okay,” escapes me, just as hoarse as before. If this is a dream then it is a good dream.

He moves with such ease that it’s simple to pretend this is a dream, even as his fingertips graze my thigh and his entire warm presence sinks down beneath the blankets. My room is so dark that it’s somewhat hard to tell if my eyes are open or closed. What little focus I have on that melts away the moment Daniil presses his way between my bare thighs.

Tipping my head back into the pillow, my breath hitches and my stomach tenses when Daniil’s soft lips kiss my inner thigh. The light fuzz of his mustache tickles my skin and reflex has me trying to move away. Daniil prevents that with one hand. Then he kisses higher.

And higher.

My heart pounds fiercely. I grip the sheets with both hands and a sudden heat pulls south through my core. Daniil kisses my hip, his tongue lingering long enough to leave a hint of his heat. Then his mouth presses against my pussy and stars burst before my eyes.

Fucking hell.

Fingers stroke over my pussy, caressing me back and forth then they dip between my folds. He spreads me apart and the flat, firm press of his tongue follows. I gasp, clawing harder at the sheets while my core clenches and my heart races. His tongue strokes flat against me, starting at my hole and licking all the way up to my clit. His tongue becomes a hard point, flicking over my clit and then tracing back down through my folds.

Molten heat flashes through my body, bringing a rush of prickling sweat from head to toe. I try to close my thighs but the broadness of his shoulders prevents me from doing anything but laying there, spread by his fingers and teased by his tongue.

Fuck. I can’t remember the last time someone went down on me. College maybe? Fuck. It doesn’t matter. Daniil is there. Gorgeous, sexy, quiet Daniil is between my legs and I no longer care if this is a dream or reality. I want it. I hunger for it.

His tongue dances across me, darting across my clit and sending sharp pulses of pleasure through my body. The sheets drag teasingly across my stiffening nipples while Daniil’s lips kiss me all over. Slow, open-mouthed kisses with enough suction that each touch thrills me.

He kisses me like I’m precious, teases me like he knows exactly how to play me. When his lips seal around my clit and he sucks, my mind goes blank.

My back bows like a taught bowstring, and the pleasure building on the edge of my tired mind bursts forth. I reach for him but all I’m met with is fabric and sheets. I want to feel him. I want his hair between my fingers and more.

“Fuck!” Tossing my head back and forth on the pillow, strands of hair stick to my sweaty neck and my temperature spikes. Pleasure courses through me, building with each talented stroke of his tongue or tease of his lips. He presses firmly against me and a low, deep rumbling sound of desire rises from him.

It’s enough to tip me over the edge, and I come with a squeal. My orgasm lances through me from my head to my curling toes and I pull sharply at the sheets as I thrash. Again and again, my core clenches, pulsing rhythmically as ecstasy washes through me, and Daniil’s attention with his tongue slows to gentle licks.

Dream or not, exhaustion pulls me under before he’s even finished.

6

DANIIL

“How is he?” Fyodor stands with his back to me, shoulders bunched tightly as he watches over the unconscious, beaten form of Zasha Chernykh.

I remain in the doorway, silently waiting for acknowledgment with Naomi’s sweetness lingering on my tongue. What a woman. I take it as a compliment that she fell asleep almost immediately after orgasm. I knew all she needed was a moment, one moment where her mind was completely free, and her body was overrun with pleasant sensations and sleep would come.

“Honestly?” Ester pinches the bridge of her nose. “A hospital would be best for Zasha. They could do a lot more than I can do here.”

“Do you need equipment?” Fyodor lifts his head and I glance at the various machines dotted around the room.

“Nothing that we might need can be brought here,” Ester replies. “We have good equipment but only because he remains stable. If there are any complications, then I urge that you bring him to a hospital. Until then, we will do what we can.”

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