Page 36 of Dark Promise

I lay her down, my hands on either side of her head, my arms caging her. Her hands are in my hair, her nails scraping myscalp, and the sensation sends a shiver of pleasure through me. I trail my lips down her throat, my teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her arch beneath me.

“You’re mine, Sabina,” I murmur, my voice rough with possession. “Say it.”

Her eyes meet mine, wide and filled with a mix of desire and defiance. “I belong only to myself,” she whispers, but the tremor in her voice betrays her.

I smirk, my lips brushing over hers. “Liar.”

I kiss her again, deeper this time, pouring every ounce of want, of need, into the connection. She responds in kind, her hands roaming over my back, pulling me closer, urging me on.

I slide my hands beneath her sweatshirt, the heat of her skin branding me as I push the fabric up and over her head. Her body is perfect—soft, strong, everything I’ve dreamed of. I take a moment to drink her in, her gorgeous tits, the dip of her waist, the way her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, my voice thick with reverence.

She huffs a soft laugh, but it turns into a gasp as my lips find the swell of her breast, my tongue tracing the curve before I take her nipple into my mouth. I lick her gently, then suck, a hard tugging pull. Her back arches, her hands clutching at my shoulders, and the sound she makes is enough to undo me.

I tease her, sucking, licking, taking her nipple between my teeth and biting just hard enough to make her gasp. I take my time, playing with her tits, pinching her nipples, and when she’s gasping, breathless, I trail my kisses lower, my hands tugging at the waistband of her sweatpants, sliding them down her legs. She’s completely bare before me now, her skin flushed and glowing in the firelight, and I feel a surge of triumph, of awe.

“Sabina,” I say, my voice unsteady for the first time.

She meets my gaze, her lips parting, her eyes softening. “Nikolai,” she whispers, and there’s no anger, no defiance in her tone now—only need.

I slide my hands up her thighs, parting them as I settle between them. I press a kiss to the inside of her knee, then another, then the inside of her thigh, working my way up, savoring the way her breath hitches, the way her body tenses beneath me. I’ll take my time, be gentle. For her, I can be gentle just this once.

I kiss my way up her thighs to her cunt. I pause, looking up at her. Her eyes are locked on mine, wide and needy, her pupils dilated and dark, her lips trembling.

“I want to hear you, Sabina,” I say, my voice low and commanding. “Every gasp, every moan, every word. You fucking scream for me, goddess.”

Her chest rises and falls in shallow breaths, her body arching toward me in silent invitation.

“Then stop fucking talking,” she says, her voice shaky but bold.

I smirk, watching her as I force her legs wider apart, holding them there, offering her nowhere to hide. The scent of her arousal is fucking ambrosia. I want to devour her, brand her, own her, body and soul.

I lean in to press a kiss against her pussy, my tongue circling her clit, then sliding along her slit. She whimpers and I lick her clit again, pushing my tongue against the sensitive bud. I slide my tongue along her wet folds, again, again, my hands holding her upper thighs, keeping her pinned as she strains against my hold.

She cries out as I tease her, licking and sucking, taking her higher, but never high enough, holding her poised at the edge of the cliff. She is mine to play with, mine to enjoy. Her hands fist in the quilt and her body trembles beneath me.

“Oh, my god, Nikolai.” She moans, her hips arching and pumping.

I take my time, learning every inch of her, every sound she makes, until she’s trembling beneath me, her moans filling the room. My cock is diamond hard, throbbing, and each pass of my tongue along her slit, each time I suck her sweet clit, each sound she makes winds me tighter.

She’s fucking perfect.

I fucking love the way she tastes, the way she sounds.

I push a finger into her cunt, so fucking tight and wet.

I seal my lips on her clit, swirling my tongue, pressing hard as I pump my finger in and out.

Her hips twitch and pump. I slide a second finger in to join the first, licking her clit, swirling my tongue while I fuck her with my fingers.

She comes with a scream, her body writhing, her fingers tangled in my hair.

I climb back up, capturing her lips in a kiss that’s both tender and possessive. Her taste on my tongue, and now on hers.

“I’m not done with you,” I murmur against her lips.

Her laugh is breathless, her eyes shining with challenge. “Good.”

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