Page 243 of The Harbinger

She laughed and nodded as I stared at a glistening shard still stuck in the side of her palm.

“Dmitri was going to stop me from coming in here.”

I tore the glass piece from her wound, and she gasped, relishing the sight of her blood curling over my thumb. “We knew you were coming. You couldn’t possibly think I’d send you away and not always have eyes on you?”

“You knew and said nothing?”

I stole a quick look at her, her deep gray eyes capturing my attention. The whites surrounding them were red and irritated. It was as if her emotions bled out of her, staining her once bright eyes with the darkness I fed her.

“I was curious what you would do,” I said, recounting our conversation on the plane when I witnessed her sleepwalking for the first time. “Besides, you skirted right past my driver, who was to take you to my new home in the city.”

“But, why—”

Her words cut off when I swiped my tongue up the trail of blood, capturing her essence. Copper bit at the tip of my tongue, mixed with a hint of sweetness.

“I forgot how perverse you can be,” she said, her sultry voice drawing closer, her hips grinding against me.

My arm wrapped around her waist, and with a growl, I stood and dropped her onto my table. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy every bit of it.”

Her lips crashed into mine, her apt fingers moving over my suit jacket, sliding it off my shoulders until it hit the ground. My shirt came next, our kisses ravenous and starving.

“I’ve missed this,malishka.”

Her smile formed against my mouth as I tugged on the bottom of her shirt and brought it over her head, breaking our frenzied touch.

“I’ve missed you, Sacha.” Her tongue slid against mine, her bare breasts exposed to the air, her fingers tracing the scar along my throat.

I ran my hand down her spine, savoring the feel of her soft skin under my touch. It had been too long since I had felt her warmth since I had tasted the sweetness of her lips. I had waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity. I cupped her breast, then rolled her nipple between my fingers, eliciting an erotic groan.

She was so beautiful, so perfect in every way.

Our tongues danced in a heated rhythm, a symphony of desire and longing which could never sate the hunger that had built up inside me.

Her hands roamed over my chest, and I shuddered at her touch. I tugged at her clothes, desperate to feel more of her, to explore every inch of her body.

As I trailed my lips down her neck, I couldn’t help but marvel.She chose me. After everything I’d done to her, after everything she’d seen—she choseme.

I left a trail of kisses and bites in my wake, marking her as mine, declaring my possession of her. Kissing her white brand etched into her perfect skin.

As I ripped off her pants, our gazes collided, the tension between us electric.

She reached between us and grabbed my hard cock tucked beneath my pants, and I growled, thrusting my hips into her touch.

“Don’t be a teasing slut,malishka. Take off my pants.”

Her fingers fumbled with the button, and her lower lip pulled between her teeth. She slid down my zipper, pushed my pants down my hips, then wrapped her hand around me and pumped.

Heat curled up my spine, my balls sucking close to my body as her touch drove me mad.

“That’s right. Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

Mia slipped off the table and dropped to her knees, a wide smile on her face as she placed the mushroom head of my cock on her lips. Her tongue flicked out, licking the bead of precum. She moaned, her tongue running around the crown before taking me in her mouth, her lips sliding along my shaft. I gasped as her head bobbed up and down, her mouth tight around me.

I grabbed her hair, pulling her head up and down my length, her eyes glinting with pleasure. “That’s it, my beautiful slut. Suck my cock.”

She took me deeper, her mouth and tongue working her spell over me as she gulped and groaned. The edge drew closer as my hips thrust into her mouth.

Gripping her hair tight, I pulled her off of me with a loud pop as the suction broke, then dragged her to her feet and dug my fingers into her cheeks. “You’re going to climb on top of my table and spread those thighs of yours nice a wide,” I said in Russian, testing to see just how much she learned while she was away.

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