Page 44 of Stalk Me

“You’re not eating much,” she observes, dabbing her lips with the napkin.

“I’m savoring other things.” I lean back, drinking in how the candlelight plays across her face. “The way you close your eyes with each bite. How your throat moves when you swallow.”

Her breath catches. She sets down her fork, hands trembling slightly.

The waiter appears with dessert—dark chocolate soufflé with vanilla bean gelato. Sofia’s eyes light up at the sight.

“Share it with me,” I command softly, moving my chair closer to hers.

She dips her spoon into the warm chocolate center, and I catch her wrist before she can bite. Guiding the spoon to my mouth, I maintain eye contact as I taste the rich dessert.

“Your turn.” I feed her the next bite, watching her lips close around the spoon. A drop of chocolate lingers at the corner of her mouth. I lean in, my thumb brushing it away before following with my tongue.

She shivers against me. “Nikolai...”

“Patience.” I feed her another bite, my free hand sliding along her thigh under the table. “We have all night, and I intend to savor every moment.”

I set the empty dessert plate aside, letting my thumb trace Sofia’s bottom lip. Her pupils are dilated, and her breath comes in short gasps from our intimate feeding session. The privacy of our secluded dining room emboldens me.

“There’s something I want from you,malishka.” I lean close, my lips brushing her ear. “Something I don’t think you’ve ever given anyone else.”

She stiffens slightly. “You mean...”

“Yes.” My hand slides higher on her thigh. “I want to claim every part of you. Make you mine in every way possible.”

A tremor runs through her body. “I’ve never...”

“I know.” I nip her earlobe, savoring her gasp. “I’ll prepare you properly. Take my time stretching you open until you’re begging for my cock.”

Her thighs clench together. “Nikolai...”

“First with my fingers.” I trace patterns on her inner thigh. “Then, special toys I’ve selected just for this purpose. By the time I take you, you’ll be desperate for it.”

She whimpers, pressing her legs together. I can smell her arousal and see how her nipples have hardened beneath the fabric of her dress.

“Would you like that? To feel me claim your virgin ass while you scream my name?”

Her breathing grows ragged. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers.

“Good girl.” I press a kiss to her throat. “Because I’m annoyed that I didn’t get to claim your virginity, but your anal cherry will have to do.”

I help Sofia to her feet, kissing her deeply. Her breath comes in short gasps, lips bruised from my kisses. Gently, I ease the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. She stands before me, a vision of femininity—lush curves, honey skin, eyes darkened with arousal.

She bites her lip as I trace a finger along the lacy edge of her bra, then down to tease the silk of her panties. Slowly, I skim the strap off her shoulder, exposing the swell of her breast. Reaching around, I unclasp her bra, letting it fall away. Her nipples harden in the cool air, begging for my touch.

But that will have to wait.

Without ceremony, I strip off my own clothes, not breaking eye contact as I bare myself to her. Her gaze drops to my hard cock, a flush staining her cheeks.

She shivers as I take her in my arms, our mouths fusing together. Her tongue tangles with mine, a silent invitation.

My hands glide down her back to cup her ass, lifting her against me so she can feel my arousal. She’s perfect. And tonight, she’s all mine.

I position her on her hands and knees on the plush cushions, her ass presented to me like a gift. Stroking my cock, I admire the view—her creamy skin, the way her body melts into the velvet, those long legs that have haunted my dreams.

“Beautiful,malishka,” I whisper, tracing a finger along her spine, down the cleft of her ass. “All mine.”

She whimpers, head bowed, hair spilling forward to shield her face. Her submission sends a bolt of arousal through me, and my cock jumps in my hand.

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