Page 145 of Voracious

She’s like a fucking cat and grips my shoulder as she jumps up to stand. Wrapping my arms around her calves, I throw her over my shoulder. My lips find her hip as she makes no attempt to fight me. There are no punches into my back or kneeing into my stomach and I lightly slap her ass. The giggle comes out again as I drop her in the middle of the bed, and it tapers off into a gasp as I push her legs apart. Her eyes go wide as I move closer to my second favorite place after her heart.

“You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?” she groans, throwing her head back into the cushions with frustration.

Kissing each of her knees, I pause out of reach of her beautiful pussy and wait for those unique eyes to land on me.

“It’s your fault, lisichka, you’re even more beautiful when you come.”

Her face softens and I hold the backs of her thighs, pinning her knees by her shoulders.

“You’re always ready for me, such a pretty pussy.”

I dive forward, licking through her slit, and swirl my tongue on her clit. It’s the best fucking thing in the world to hear her moans and they’re not muted with her thighs by my ears as she threads her fingers through my hair and tilts her hips up for me, only ever fucking me.

My tongue meets every part of her, and the frustrated moans are music to my ears. It’s so fucking amazing watching her chase me, knowing she can stop it at any time and that she has full control but she trusts me enough to let it continue as I lazily push my middle finger into her.

“Diiimaa, more.”

I don’t give her enough to come.

She’s soaking my hand, but it isn’t enough, and I nip her ass cheek with my teeth.

I could watch her all day, even if she’s not doing anything, but this moment is more, and I mark a path with my lips and tongue up the back of her thighs. My beautiful hellion wriggles her legs free and wraps them around my waist, trying to get me to move faster. Pushing my weight back to counteract her, I’m rewarded with another groan.

The movement has my face in the middle of her chest, and I press light, teasing kisses across her skin as I ask, “What do you want, krasotka?”

She doesn’t answer and keeps trying to move me, so I remove my finger as punishment. I know her weakness and try to remember the last chapter of her book.

“Who do you want to win? To breed you and keep you?”

A whimper leaves her lips around an elongated curse.

“Oh fuuuccck.”

Her legs fall limp around me as I move up and continue, “Or should we do it at the same time again, human?”

Reaching her neck, I turn gentle at the healing scar before going to the other side and feeling her pulse against my lips.

My voice drops and a moan wraps itself around the words as I feel her wet against my dick.

“You loved it, didn’t you, feeling how we stretched you.”

My eyes roll back as I grind into her for relief, and she digs her nails into my shoulders.

“Fuck, I can feel you pulsing.”

She’s clenching around nothing, and my dick hates me for not being inside her as I grind into her clit. The little bite of pain as she tears chunks out of my back and moans into my ear has me tensing every muscle not to come as she allows her confidence to shine.

“Dima. Fuck. Me.”

My hand goes to her jaw, holding her in place as I steal the air from her lungs so I can breathe. Her hands on my back turn gentle and stroke over the scratches in apology. Fuck, she’s too fucking good for me. But I’m not a fool, I’ll never let her go, and I’m man enough to be better every day until I get close to what she deserves.

Swapping our positions, I sit up against the headboard and turn her around so her head is against my shoulder. My hellion doesn’t need instructions and hooks her legs over mine, opening herself up for me exactly as I need as I wrap one arm around her chest. My lips are by her ear, and she grabs any part of me within reach as I trace the contours of her twitching body with my knuckles and thumb.

“You’re going to take more for me, soak my hand and the sheets.”

It’s not a question but she nods her head and rolls her hips against the air.I don’t go past her navel and move my hand further up to cup the side of her neck with my thumb under her chin. The soft touches always have her frustrated and my name coming out in that beautiful harmony as I repeat the same movement and slowly brush the column of her throat with my fingers then loosely curl my hand in until my knuckles touch her skin. The moan in my ear has me smiling from ear to ear as she tenses in anticipation.

“Little bit longer for me, lisichka.”

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