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And she doesn’t. The sketchbook thuds to the floor as she loops her arms around my neck, kissing me so fiercely it almost knocks me backward. I catch her waist, steadying us both. What starts as a thank-you quickly morphs into something deeper, hotter. Her lips part, and I accept the invitation, sliding my hand up her back as our bodies press flush.
She tastes like coffee and cinnamon, and something uniquely her. The kiss turns desperate, as though we’re saying everything words can’t. Her hands fist in my shirt, dragging me closer. My control slips, and I deepen the kiss, devouring her mouth as if I’ve been starving.
Katya moans softly against me, the sound arrowing straight to my cock. I spin us gently, pressing her back to the wall. My hands frame her face, and I break the kiss just long enough to meet her eyes.
“Do you like your surprise?” I murmur.
She lets out a breathless laugh. “I love it. Thank you.”
I lean in again, kissing her slower this time, deep and lingering, a promise. Her hands roam under my shirt, and I groan into her mouth, already burning for her. But I don’t rush. Not when she’s giving herself to me like this. Not when she deserves to be worshiped for who she is.
I pull back just enough to rest my forehead against hers. Our breaths mingle, ragged and shallow.
“I told you I’d give you everything you want,” I whisper.
She tilts her head up, brushing her lips against mine again. “Then stop talking and keep kissing me.”
I obey. I claim her mouth, swallowing every moan and gasp she offers. When I trail to her neck, I revel in the way she squirms, how her fingers tangle in my hair. She likes the way I suck and nip. I know it’ll leave a mark, but I don’t care. She’s mine, and everyone already knows it.
I still can’t stop. I push up her top, and she yanks it over her head, tossing it onto the drafting table. Her hands urge me onwhile my mouth trails over her perfect, already-peaked breasts and lower along her stomach. I set her firmly on her feet and drop to my knees. I can’t get enough of her. When my fingers reach the button of her jeans, she stills me for just a moment.
“You don’t have to,” she whispers, though the fire in her eyes says otherwise.
“Yes, I do.” I grin wickedly.
It’s true, though. I don’t think I could stop myself now even if I had ironclad willpower. I need to taste her. Our lovemaking so far has been pretty basic, maybe a little vanilla, and I haven’t rushed her. I want her comfortable with me. But I also want to show her everything she can have with me, everything I can give her, every way I can make her scream my name.
She steps out of her jeans and panties, then just stands there, completely bare, spine pressed to the wall, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her head lolls back as I lift one leg and hook it over my shoulder.
“Has anyone tasted you before?” I ask, possessiveness flaring.
“Yes,” she admits, her cheeks flushing. “But I’ve never wanted it this much.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. My lips find her slick heat, and my fingers part her, revealing every secret. The moment my tongue strokes her, she cries out, a delicious sound that makes my cock hard as steel.
“You like that?” I tease, my mouth just inches from her pussy.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please don’t stop.”
I don’t. I savor her sweetness, running my tongue between her slick folds and circling her clit until her body trembles. I have to brace her hips with my hands as she can’t stay upright without me. She loses herself in wild abandon, the dirtiest words spilling from her beautiful mouth as she rides the crest of her pleasure.
I want it always to be this good for her, to have her lose herself so completely that all she can do is hold on for dear life.
I continue in my desire to have her finish in my mouth, dragging my tongue all around her clit and delving into her pussy. My tongue doesn’t relent until she shudders, tense then melting, completely sated. I rise to kiss her, ready to help her dress, but she stops me.
“And where do you think you’re going?” she asks, pushing me against the wall before dropping to her knees, a wicked grin curving her lips.
I smirk in response, as my rock-hard cock springs before her, brushing her soft cheek. She spits onto it and grabs a handful of her own wetness from her orgasm, quickly lubricating my member with a mixture of her juices. I lean back in pleasure as she eagerly bobs her head back and forth. I soon finish all inside her mouth and over her body, taking in the beauty of my beautiful bride after all her hard work.
14
KATYA
I’ve been Mrs.Katya Kozlova for exactly two weeks and one day, but who’s counting? That’s fifteen straight days of surprisingly glorious, toe-curling sex with Isaac. If you’d told me on my wedding day that I would be walking into my childhood home blushing over what Isaac Kozlov did to me last night, I would have called you a liar.
But he’s been incredible since that first night. He’s patient with me, vulnerable in ways I never expected. He stirs feelings I once thought impossible, and every time I’m convinced I’ve had the best orgasm of my life, he proves me wrong with an even better one.
Isaac isn’t merely a king in bed, he’s a god. Part of me is almost grateful I was a virgin when we married, because any other experience would have paled in comparison. He’s indecently skilled with every inch of his body.
