Page 77 of The Lottery

He’s a vision.

A sculpture.

And he’s all mine.

I step forward, and he guides me to the mattress, the light of the fire dancing against the contours of his muscles, casting them in tantalizing shadows. I can’t look away. I don’t want to miss a moment of this time with him.

My heart thumps quickly against my ribs, my pulse racing as I lay down, the fabric of the bed rough against my skin.

I suck in my breath as he moves slowly, positioning his long, muscular body between my legs. The air is cold to inhale, tinged with the smell of the fire and the scent of our arousal, but his body is all heat as it presses against the chill of my own.

I don’t understand how he’s so warm. It’s freezing.

But I don’t care. I lean into it. Into his heat, his fire, his burning need. He is kindling to my heart, setting ablaze that which has never so much as smoldered for anyone else.

As he shifts into position, my hips spread wider, stretching to accommodate his imposing frame, and I gasp when the hard velvet of his shaft rubs against my aching center, activating all of my nerve endings with promises of what’s to come.

My nipples harden against his chiseled chest, still beaded with moisture, my thighs tighten around his, pulling him closer, our bodies molding themselves around each other as if made to fit.

He raises one arm, letting his hand tangle into my hair as he caresses me, his mouth close to mine, his breath on my lips.

He holds my gaze with his, cobalt blue eyes piercing into my soul, as he brushes a strand of hair off my forehead. “You are beautiful, moya lyubov.”

I suck in a breath. “Moya lyubov?” My voice is barely a whisper.

“My love,” he says just as softly.

I feel like I can taste the weight of the word on his lips when he kisses me, and I melt into him, totally undone by the emotions welling within me.

I have dreamed about this for so long. Kissing, touching, even sucking him, wasn’t enough. I need this, all of this. All of him.

My nails dig into the thick muscles of his back as his mouth dips from my lips to my neck, his teeth tracing a blaze of fire over my pulsing vein. When he nips at me, biting just hard enough to elicit a moan of pleasure from my suddenly parched throat, I tighten my legs around his hips.

We are so close.

He is nearly inside me, the feel of him pressing against me agonizing.

I ache for him.

But rather than giving me what I so desperately need, his lips drop lower, tongue tracing a line to my nipples as he uses his mouth to tease and explore my breasts. I squirm with desperation as hot, passionate desire unfurls from my core and spreads throughout my limbs, heating me from within. My hands are on his shoulders as he moves down my belly with that delicious mouth of his. I feel his muscles flex as he dips his head between my legs, his hands gripping my hip.

“It is my turn to taste you, moya lyubov. I want your flavor on my mouth when I make love to you.” My mind goes blank and my back arches as he spreads my legs wide and his tongue flicks over my most sensitive skin, sending spirals of intense heat through my body.

My hands move from his shoulders to his head, and though my fingers tangle into his hair, holding on like my life depends on it, he doesn’t flinch. His focus is unwavering, and it is entirely on my pleasure.

My body is out of my control. It answers only to Marek.

The flick of his tongue is light. Torturously so, and I push at his head, begging with my hands for him to go deeper, to slide that tongue into me, to give me relief from this need that is building in me.

Seeing him between my legs, his broad, muscular shoulders flexed, the golden tan of his skin shimmering in the firelight… it undoes me entirely.

“Patience, moya lyubov,” he says, his lips brushing against my inner thigh. “We have all night. Let me enjoy you.”

I groan as his hands move from my hips to my ass, lifting me against his mouth.

He peppers kisses onto my thighs, nipping with teeth and soothing with tongue, holding me in place as he tortures me into greater heights of pleasure.

“I want you on the edge of madness before I make you come,” he says in a husky voice full of naughty promises. “But first, let me show you where I want my cock.”

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