Page 129 of Wicked Serve

“Give it to me like this.” I wrestle out of the dress, tossing it aside. “Like this, baby, please.”

He pops a few buttons in his haste to take off his shirt. I drink in the sight of him hungrily as he fumbles out of his belt and pants, too. He has a wild look in his eyes, and I bet I’d see the same thing in my own expression. He hooks a thumb in my pink mesh panties and tugs them down an inch, enough to expose some of my trimmed hair. My breath quickens as he slowly, slowly takes them off, freeing one leg, then the other. I expect him to dive right in, but instead he just spreads my legs and looks.

“Nik, what—”

“You’re so beautiful.” He shakes his head slightly, as if in disbelief. “I can’t fucking believe how lucky I am, that’s all.”

Blush creeps up my cheeks. I’ve been bare for him so many times now, and in so many positions, but this feels different. Charged, somehow. He stays still for another moment, just looking, before finally splaying his hand over my tattoo and coaxing my legs further apart. He seals his mouth right over my clit, making me gasp. I arch my back, hoping for more friction.

He doesn’t waste time on finesse or teasing; he licks and sucks everywhere he can reach. When his tongue slides into me, I bring my legs up reflexively, but he holds them down. He slips in a finger, too, and I whimper, reaching for his hair. I wind my fingers through the soft strands and pull. He moans against my skin like he can’t fucking get enough, even though I’m the one at his mercy.

He meets my gaze. “You have the sweetest pussy.”

My belly tightens. I’m slick, I know I am, but the sight of his wet mouth has me panting. He wipes his hand across his mouth before going back in for more, his thumb stroking my clit in time to the rough thrusts of his tongue.

He pulls out long enough to add, “Your taste, Isabelle, it makes me want to bury myself inside you, make you cry on my cock.”

I jerk my hips up. He rumbles against my skin. He pushes two fingers into me, curling them so they brush against my G-spot.

“Please,” I whine, bearing down on his fingers. “I need it, I need it—”

“That’s my girl. Let me hear all those beautiful noises.”

As he talks, he plays with my clit, his fingers plunging in and out of me. I wobble right on the edge, my breath coming short and fast, until finally, I gush with his name on my tongue, clapping a hand over my mouth out of habit. He laughs against my skin, his fingers still rubbing my inner walls. I twist, oversensitive, but he holds me in place.

“You’re soaked,” he says, voice rough with lust. He pulls his wet fingers out of me and wraps them around his cock, jerking with a satisfied groan. “I could slide right into you, just like this, and you would take me so perfectly, wouldn’t you? My dirty girl.”

I prop myself on my elbows, watching as he fists his cock. I whimper at the thought of how snugly he fits inside me. His thick length gets so deep, pressing against places I hardly know belong to me. He looks sinful like this, dragging his teeth over his lip, forearm flexing with each stroke of his hand. I sit up all the way, kissing his messy mouth—messy with evidence of me—and help him jerk himself, coaxing him to that last bit of hardness. He pants into my mouth, our tongues clashing as I taste my own slick.

“So do it,” I whisper against his lips. “Fill me up, Kolya. Just like this.”

He shudders, his grip on himself faltering. “Let me get a condom.”

I stop him, shaking my head. “No.”

“No?”

“I want to feel you. Really feel you. Every inch.”

My heart pounds as the words leave my lips. I’ve never done this with anyone before, not even Chance. But we’re as exclusive as it gets, and I want to experience this with him. I want to crawl inside his skin and make a home there. To know that he’s still inside me long after we finish this particular dance.

His brows knit together. “Are you sure?”

“Remember when I said I was looking into birth control?”

“You said the pill gave you bad side effects, back when you took it in high school,” he says, frowning.

“Yeah. But this time, I was able to get an IUD. It doesn’t have hormones.”

“And it’s fine?”

“Totally fine. I promise.” I smile at the look of concern on his face. “I want to do this with you.”

It must finally sink in for him, because he groans, jerking his hand through his hair. “Fuck. Okay, sweetheart.”

He turns off the bedside lamp, letting the deep blue nighttime wash over us. His eyes shine in the light spilling through the window. There’s tenderness in his expression, the way he pushes me against the bed. The hunger is still there, that passion that I know by now never leaves him, but I understand, without him saying it, that this moment means as much to him as it does to me.

He strokes my face, cupping my cheek and rubbing his thumb over my lips before leaning in for a featherlight kiss. His other hand slides over my ribs and lower, pressing my legs apart again.

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