Page 63 of Unveiled

I blink, his words sending a shiver down my spine. “You… you’ve wanted me?”

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, one single moment, the years between us disappear. It’s just Semyon, my childhood dream crush, and I’m just his best friend’s sister.

“Always,” he whispers. “But not like I donow.Not when you were too young. I buried it, kept my distance. Kept you safe. But now there’s no fucking reason for me not to lay you on that pink bed and ruin you.”

I stare at him, our mission forgotten. My hatred for him adistant memory. I stare at the only man I’ve ever loved and say what I know will break his tightly held restraint.

“Do it.”

A thrill runs through me when he snaps. He lifts me in his arms, and my legs wrap around him, my arms around his shoulders. His thick cock pulses between my legs, and my sex throbs. I ache for him, even as I fear what it will feel like.

His lips brush the shell of my ear. “I saw the way your face fell when we came in here. Today will be the last day you ever darken these doors. But I want your last memory of this place to be one you cherish, Anya. One that’s burned into your memory and erased all others before it.”

I blink back tears. I’m a wreck. My arms encircle his neck. “Semyon, you already have.”

His eyes meet mine, and this time, they aren't cold but engulfed in flame. “Strip, baby, and spread your legs. I want to taste you.”

With shaking hands and my heart racing, I tug off my clothes. His hands meet mine, helping me. Impatient. My need grows.

“Hands by your side, Anya.” He nudges my knees apart with his.

I do what he says obediently despite my pounding heart. He slips off his glasses. Folds them. Tucks them next to my leg on the bed. Sinks to the floor and drapes my legs over his shoulders.

Oh my god.

The next thing I know, his eyes are closed, and he's inhaling my fragrance with a groan as if he's going to lose his self-control. Something about my stoic, possessive, utterly controlling husband losing his mind at my scent alone makes me want to cry.

He plants a kiss to my sex, and my hips jerk. His eyes meet mine with a wicked glint, holding my gaze as the tip of his tongue sinks between my folds.

Oh. Dear.God.

I've never felt anything like this in my life. I feel vulnerable and excited and so damn wet. I want more of him, but at the same time, I want to hide.

He licks again with the flat of his tongue. The sound of his groans fills the room.

Pausing, he laps at my inner thigh. “You drive me fucking insane," he growls. “No onemakes me lose control but you, Anya.Only you.” His tongue finds my clit as he traces my entrance with his fingers. “Khristos,” he says on a moan. “You’re so fucking wet. This is what I want, love. I want you wet for me before I take you. I need to make sure that you're ready for me.”

My head falls back, and I’m lost to sensation again. He licks down the length of my slit, spreads my legs, and pokes his tongue in my core. I squirm as delicious heat trickles through me. I moan, letting myself go, lost to pleasure that only Semyon can give.

My god, it feelsso good. My eyes flit by the bookshelf, still filled with the books I read as a littlegirl.

I know then that he’s right. My memory of this place will never be the same. I'll be forever changed because of Semyon—because of what we're doing on my pale-pink bedspread in my terrible apartment that holds nothing but bad memories for me.

I'll remember this.

Us.

I'm so turned on that every stroke of his tongue pushes me closer to the edge.

“How does that feel?” he asks, and I realize then hewantsdirection.

“Yes,” I whisper when he suckles, and when it’s too much, I rake my fingers in his hair. “Oooh, easy. Yes, yes, like that.”

The flat of his tongue presses before he sucks again and circles my clit.

I can feel the first spasm of pleasure coming, my need increasing, my ability to hold self-control gone.

“Come on my mouth, baby.” His hot breath brands my inner thighs. “Come on my tongue. I want to hear you. Let yourself go, Anya.”

---