Page 36 of King’s Promise

“No, I’m…” Fuck, I’m breathless. I close my eyes as if it will shut the desire burning between my legs. My pussy is wet, his fingers are a slice of heaven to a virgin who wishes to have her sexual desires satiated.

“You’re wet, you want me. If you pull on the tablecloth another inch the entire contents of it will fall in your lap. Admit it!”

“No!” I shake my head, but my pussy clenches around his fingers as I inhale and close my eyes even tighter in my attempt to fend him off. My hands tug at the linen tablecloth bunched in my hands, and I’m losing my grip as his touches make my toes curl.

“Fine.” He abruptly pulls his hand away, his chair rocks back, but rights itself and he storms out of the room.

It takes a minute to regain my breath. I grab my wine glass, gulping it like its grape juice, and place the empty glass on the table, where it tips over because my hand is shaking. I stand, my hands are flat on the table for support.

Tears well in my eyes. I hate to cry, viewing it as a sign of weakness. However, I can’t hold them in, and they tumble down my face. I want him, but he can never know. Even if he takes my body, he can’t breach my mind or it’s game over. I long for his touch, his approval, and instead I get rejection because I won’t give in to his demands.

I take a deep breath before I head to the staircase using the back of my hand to wipe my wet face so I can see where I’m going. When I reach the landing to the second floor, Nikolay is there, bare chested, his torso toned, tattoos covering his chest. A patch of hair between his nipples accentuates his broad chest. He’s the Russian version of the Greek Adonis.

I tumble into his strong arms, instinctively wrapping my arms around him so as to not fall.

“What’s wrong with giving your body to me? We’re to be married, sex is to be enjoyed. I will show you.” He kisses my forehead as a truce. My arms tighten. I’m scared, but excited. He’s given me an opening. One I can’t refuse.

He kisses me again, urgently moving over my lips with a feverish pace, I kiss him back, my body is exploding with new sensations. I’m filled with curiosity and lust. My hands roam over his back, my freshly manicured nails digging into his flesh. I’m overstimulated and want him. I want all of him.

Our kisses grow rough, searching, exploring, and devouring each other. I gasp for air as our tongues lock, and he sucks mine in his mouth. He steps backwards, towards his room and I follow. It’s a dance without music. He unzips my dress; it falls off my shoulders and floats to the floor. I take another step as I lean into him as I continue to walk, following him blindly.

13

Nikolay

The intoxicating sweetness of Anya is the only thing on my mind as my hungry lips ravage her mouth, her throat. Her lacy bra falls at the threshold of my door. I grasp her breasts, squeezing too hard, but I’m excited she’s compliant and wet for me. We’ve in the sanctuary of my room, I kick the door shut with my foot and slide out of my shoes.

“Sit.”

She sits on the bed, naked.

“Unzip me.”

She grasps my pants without complaint, my zipper glides down. God how I love the sound of it; anticipation courses through my veins and I moan as her hand grasps my engorged cock.

“Lick me.” I place a hand on her head and brace myself for the excruciating euphoria of her warm lips on my cock.

She gently places me in her mouth, and begins to move, slowly at first, then finding her rhythm. I remind myself she’s new to this and I’m larger than most men. It’s hard for any woman to take in all of me.

With one hand around my cock, she slips under my balls, and I groan as her fingers gently stroke them. Damn, it’s my weak spot and she’s found it.

She sucks and moves her hand back and forth on my swollen shaft. When she flicks her tongue around the tip, my fingers grasp her hair and I stifle another moan.Good girl, I want to say, but I remain quiet.

My body moves to her rhythm, my back arches slightly.

I gently push her shoulders back, her lips slip off my cock and her eyes meet mine, questioning my next move. With one arm, I lay her back on the bed and lean over her as she weaves her slender fingers through my chest hair. When I kiss her, she welcomes my tongue in her mouth and we play a game of tug of war, but I’ll always win.

I move on to her neck, sucking and nipping and fighting my need for release. I want her first time to be momentous. Her fingers find my nipple, and she slides her palm over it softly, then grasps it between her thumb and finger, rolling over it until it stiffens. She’s intuitive as she finds her way around my muscular body.

Her breasts are perfect. I cup them and run my tongue around her nipples. I suckle on one, flicking my tongue over it again and again like it’s a pickle ball being volleyed on the court. It hardens and a low groan of desire rattles in my throat.

“Mm,” she moans, her back arches and I rejoice in her submission. I slip my hand under her, pulling her body closer. Heat radiates between us, sweat breaks out on my neck, my heart rate alarming.

I slide my hand down her body taking notes of her soft and supple skin as I make my way over her slender waist and curvaceous hips. I grab her buttocks, triggering a small yelp from her lusciously full and swollen lips, lips I adore, even when they sass me.

I slide my fingers between her thighs. She spreads her legs, giving me a wide berth. Using two fingers, I enter her. She’s so wet I can’t delay the desire to make her mine.

I pull back and her hands move to my biceps, instinctively bracing herself for what comes next. I rub my cock over her swollen lips, spreading my precum as she groans with pleasure. I enter her at last, slowly, hitting her barrier, and for a second I feel for her.

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