Page 104 of Porcelain Lies

“Ohhh,” she sighs, following the path of a black raven with her fingertips.

I capture her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm. Her skin is warm against my lips. I release her hand to slide my fingers under her top, skimming her ribs. She shudders but doesn’t stop me.

“Off,” I say. She lifts her arms. I ease the fabric up, revealing her inch by inch. The moonlight paints her skin silver, highlighting every curve. Her breasts spill free, nipples tightening in the cool air.

“Krasivaya,” I breathe, drinking in the sight of her.

Her hands move to cover herself, but I catch them. “No. Let me see you.” I trail my fingers down her sternum, between her breasts. Her breath grows ragged.

I take my time exploring her body, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan. When I cup her breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers, she whimpers.

“Aleksei…” Her voice breaks on my name.

“I’ve got you,zaychik.” I replace my fingers with my mouth, drawing the peak between my lips. Her back bows as she thrusts her chest forward, soft flesh filling my mouth.

My hands find her waistband, tugging at her pants. She lifts her hips and I slide the fabric down. When she’s bare beneath me, I pause to take her in.

She’s perfect — all soft curves and moonlit skin. Mine to protect. Mine to pleasure.

I trace patterns on her thigh, working my way up slowly. Her legs part for me, soft, inviting. But I keep my touch light, teasing. Building her need until she’s squirming beneath me.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

She doesn’t have to ask twice. My need is a live wire inside me. But I force myself to slow down, to savor.

She jerks as my fingers spread the lips of her pussy, gasping at the first brush of my thumb against her clit.

“So sensitive,” I murmur, already addicted to the little noises she makes. Her hips buck gently, seeking more pressure. But I keep my touch light, teasing her with tiny circles. “Beautiful,zaychik.” My thumb presses slightly harder, and she whimpers, her walls clenching around my fingers. “So fucking wet,” I breathe, curving my fingers to find the spot that will unravel her.

“Yes…” Her walls clench around my fingers, and her hips rock gently. “There… Oh, God, right there.”

I grin, possessiveness swelling. My tongue flicks out, tasting her neck as my fingers work her gently, expertly, building her to a peak. But I don’t take her over the edge. Not yet.

Instead, I slide my hand lower, delving into her heat. She’s slick, throbbing, her fingers tangling in the sheets. I add a second finger, testing, stretching. Her walls grip me, pulling me in.

Her breath catches. “Aleksei.” Her hips push down, silently begging for more. My cock throbs at the sound of my name on her lips. Need pulses between my legs, but I keep my focus on her. I slide a third finger inside, curling them to find that spot again.

“Is that the place,krasivaya?”

“Yes… yes, there.” She presses down, impaling herself on my fingers. Her inner walls clench and flutter, milking my fingers as she spirals up. “Fuck… I’m close, so close. Please, Aleksei…” Her plea is a command, one I’m helpless to deny.

I drop a kiss to her throat, nipping lightly. “Come for me,zaychik. Let me feel it.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair, and her back arches. “Ahh!” Her cry is muffled against my shoulder, but her body speaks volumes. Her walls pulse around my fingers, squeezing as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her.

Her release washes over her, and my fingers slide free. I don’t wait. With one smooth movement, I roll between her thighs, nudging her legs apart with my knee. Her heat surrounds me, swallowing me in. I hiss in a breath as I thrust deep into her, my eyes squeezed shut as her body welcomes me.

God, she’s tight.

I force myself to slow down, to hold off. Her hands find my biceps, her nails digging in. A flash of uncertainty crosses her face — a moment of doubt. I almost need to reassure her — but before I can find the words, she moves beneath me. Her hips tilt, and our bodies finally align.

I’m buried inside her, surrounded by wet heat. Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels locking at the small of my back. Her breath comes in short gasps, and she meets my eyes.

For a moment, we’re just breathing. Her eyes search mine, green depths swirling with need and uncertainty and something… something more.

I start to move, slowly at first. A soft, slick slide. She bobs her hips, taking me deeper, and I groan at the sensation. Her inner walls are like soft, slick velvet, massaging me. I flex my hips, testing. Her hands clench on my shoulders, and she arches her back, pushing herself onto me.

Already, she’s close again. Her breath catches, and her eyelids flutter as she teeters on the edge. One strong thrust, right where she needs it, and she’ll shatter.

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