Page 61 of Voracious

Dima worships my body with his lips as the book plays and Lekar enters the scene through the speakers. He doesn’t look at me like I’m broken and unhappy that someone did it first, he’s angry that it’s there in the first place. I like his anger, it feels warm. The narrator’s voice stops my thoughts racing and all I can feel is Dima. His sheets smell like him, his hand are on my hips and then his lips are on mine.

He taps the side of my leg and copies the words from the beginning of the chapter.

“Hips up, human, or you’re not allowed on the ship.”

It sounds better in his deep voice, he should be a narrator if he ever wants to leave the Bratva. Planting my feet on the bed, I lift up and he rewards me with a kiss to my neck, his tongue poking out making swirls and I can feel them all over my body.

Stroking across my ribs, he works his hands around me and pauses on the back of bra. His voice is deeper, serious.

“What do you do if you want me to stop?”

I always thought you stop them by killing them and I smile knowing it’s not an option now.

“I tell you.”

He presses another kiss to my lips and breathes out, “Good girl.”

They don’t leave my skin as he moves down my body and he unhooks my bra. He marks a path from my collar bone to my chest with his tongue and I suck in a breath around my moan as he reaches my nipple. Silver eyes lock onto mine as he softly wraps his lips around the pebbled peak.He doesn’t take his eyes off me, and my senses block out the narrator, focusing on those twin moons. I feel like he said I was, precious. I’m not Ana, he sees me and presses his lips over my heart.

“Say my name, lisichka.”

My hips are still lifted with his fingers going into the waistband of my shorts as he slowly moves down my stomach, waiting for me to do as he said. It’s his name, I’ve said it before, but my voice is weak.

“Dima.”

He smiles like I’ve screamed it and presses a gentle kiss to my sternum above the scars. The branding is shown extra care as he rewrites the words and works my shorts down. His eyes flicker from my face to between my legs. My entire body flushes at the next words leaving him.

“Did you wipe your cum away or will I get to taste what I’m working for?”

I’m not capable of answering, it’s new information and he lifts up with his hand beside my head and traces my cheek with the back of his knuckles. His voice is even softer than the gentle caress as he continues to put me at ease.

“You can tell me anything, lisichka, anything at all, on any topic, I’m not going anywhere.”

Without the training I don’t know how to act, I’m not sure what to do or what the right thing is to say, so I settle on agreement. “Okay.”

He copies me and kisses my cheek. “Okay.” Then continues kissing a path down my body that’s even slower this time. His smile is softer as he sees my pale pink panties hidden under my all-black clothes and marks a line above my panties with his tongue.

He’s better than my imagination, any thoughts I had earlier about how this would feel don’t match the real thing. He’s not roughly dragging a body around but recognizing that I’m a person. Once I’m fully naked, he presses a kiss to each of my knees and lays between my thighs. Stretching his hands up until our fingers are threaded together, he licks through my slit. The gentle movements stop at the first flick of his tongue, and he groans into me long and low.

“Fuuccckk.”

It’s muffled, causing the vibrations to add to my euphoria.

There’s no training for this part, my body only cares about me, and my brain can’t take over. Sucking my clit between his teeth, he makes dizzying patterns and I roll my hips as my back arches. I’m extra sensitive after the grinder and I can’t stop my sounds, but they spur him on, and he circles my entrance with two fingers. He unthreads his hands from mine and slowly pushes one finger into me.

I grab his hair and my voice is lower as I beg, “Dima, more.”

My words shake, they’re a whisper and unsteady but he smiles against me without increasing his pace.The slow movements are torturous, and my frustration rises. Controlling his head, I keep it locked in place and push my hips down, chasing more. Pride shines up at me and he pushes a second finger into me. My moan is relief, it morphs into me chanting his name when he curls his fingers inside me and raises to sit on his knees.

“Oh fuck, Dima, more.”

Circling my clit with barely there brushes of his thumb, he holds my throat so I can’t look away from him.His lips and chin glisten and there’s a wildness in his eyes as he goads me. “That’s it, lisichka, you’re only ever going to come with my name on your lips, aren’t you?”

I can’t stop my answer even though it’s not true.

“Probably not.”

His fingers flex around my neck but don’t cut off my air, his eyes and voice darken as he leans over me. “Wrong answer, what’s the right one?”

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