Page 35 of Mafia Christmas Vows

And Alexei grins. He kneels on the floor, and I quickly adjust, worried that his knees are going to hurt.

Alexei watches, then looks up at me with eyes glittering with interest. “You’re worried for me?”

“Well yeah, you’re kneeling on the hard floor,” I protest.

He chuckles.

“I only kneel for one person, Magdalena. And that is my wife.”

I would say something but…

All thoughts fly out of my mind when he hooks my legs over his shoulders.

When he licks me at the center of the heat that’s driving me crazy, I arch off of the couch.

“Fuck, Magdalena,” he growls. “You taste like… fuck,” he grunts.

I would say something, because it feels like I should.

But I can’t.

All I can do is feel.

Every inch of my skin tingles. I can feel the sensation of his tongue the whole way through my body, practically sizzling through my skin.

I want this to never, ever end.

Alexei’s tongue is incredible. His mouth laps and nips and sucks in all the right places. At some point I drag my fingers through his hair, pushing him down, because he’s just rightthere…

He pulls back, licking his lips. “What do you think of this now?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He laughs.

Alexei’s breath on my center makes me arch up against him.

“What do you need from me, love?” He whispers.

Love.

The word feels… soon. Too soon.

But I can’t pretend it doesn’t feel good.

His tongue laps at me again, and I hook my legs over his shoulders, tugging him toward me.

“Oh,” he chuckles, the laugh clearly radiating over my heated core. “You do like this, don’t you?”

“Sorry,” I gasp. For a second, I’m flooded with doubt. Is that not okay? Should I not like it this much?

I pull my legs back, but Alexei’s big hands grasp them, pulling them firmly down towards him.

“I love it, Magdalena. Take what you need,” he murmurs.

I gulp. “I… I’ve never… I’ve never done this…”

What he doesn’t know is that I haven’t doneanyof this.

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