Page 100 of Mafia King's Broken Vow
“There’s no other man for me.” My fingers tighten in his hair, pulling his head up to mine. “No one but you.”
I see the same realization, the same awareness in his eyes; this goes beyond simple physical attraction, beyond survival, beyond control. This is something new and terrifying and possible.
His mouth returns to mine, hunger making the kiss deeper, more desperate. His hips grind against me, the rigid length of his erection perfectly positioned to tease. I arch into him, seeking more contact, needing him inside me.
As though reading my thoughts, he lifts me, his muscles tense. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, luxuriating in his strength. He carries me to the bed, dropping me on it, then removes his shirt in one movement.
His mouth traces the outline of my black lingerie, the barely-there fabric leaving little between us. He explores my breasts reverently, murmuring to me in a blend of Russian and Englishthat makes everything seem more intense, more elevated, more intimate.
With meticulous precision, my bra falls victim to his teeth, snapping free. He looks up at me, breathless and aroused, his chest heaving, eyes burning.
“Hmm, you are so sweet, little doctor.”
He glides down my belly to my pubic bone, biting me gently, swiping the fabric aside and teasing me with his tongue. He then sits up and kneels at my feet, taking off my panties and leaving me completely bare.
“Now spread those pretty legs for me, little doctor.”
His eyes lock on my exposed center, desire flashing behind his ocean blue eyes. He grabs my thighs and pushes them apart, lifting one leg and swirling his tongue at my ankle,
“Oh, please,” I moan as he licks my leg, the touch resonating deep in my belly.
“I didn’t hear you, Mila. Are you saying you’re mine?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yours. Only yours.”
Satisfied, he slides his tongue up my leg, to my knee and up my thigh, and I shake at the anticipation. He turns to my other knee and trails his tongue higher, licking, kissing, sucking, until his face is between my legs, his nose buried in my sex.
“You smell divine,” he murmurs, then pushes his face into my opening. “Let’s see how sweet you taste,milaya.”
He blows gently at the length of my sex, and I want to combust. “Please, Yakov.”
He takes a first lick up my opening, then stops to look at me expectantly. “Please what?”
“Please eat me,” I whimper, pushing my hips up and searching for friction.
“Good girl,” he snarls approvingly. “I like it when you tell me what you want.”
Strong hands grip my legs, spreading them to his liking. He begins to tease, his tongue circling my clit with maddening precision. He swirls his tongue around, keeping up the torture. My body bows and convulses at the touch. It takes only a few moments for the tight knot of pleasure in my core to grow, spiraling outward until I’m squirming under him, moaning encouragement in words and gasps and movement.
“Look at you, so needy, wanting to come. Soon, I will give you what you need.”
He adds his fingers, slipping one, then two inside me, stretching me with steady, relentless strokes.
“Oh, my God,” I pant at the stretch. “That’s so…I can’t…Oh, fuck.” The combination of his dirty words, fingers, and mouth sends me flying over the edge, whimpering his name as I cling to the sheets, caught by the force of my orgasm.
I come back to myself slowly, aware of him smiling that rare smile he reserves for me, then moving up my body. He covers me completely, hands braced beside my head, weight on his forearms, but far enough that no part of us touches.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, tracing my cheek with his thumb. “So beautiful it hurts to look at you.”
“I want you inside me.” The words don’t sound like me, and yet they are. “Please.”
He kisses me then, tasting of me and him and something shared. Our tongues tangle together, the urgency intensifying, this time directed at a specific goal. A goal that becomes reality moments later as he moves between my legs, aligning himself at my entrance.
My hand slides over his hip, feeling the tensing muscles beneath his skin.
Slowly, he eases into me. When he bottoms out, he stills for a moment, filling me more thoroughly than I ever thought possible.
Holy fuck.
