Page 124 of Tarnished Queen

“You’re right—I didn’t have to do this for you. But you’re worth it, Belle.”

He hooks his fingers into my waistband and pulls my pants and panties down my legs. His fingers trail fire across my skin.

“Worth fifty million?”

I don’t even realize I’ve said the words out loud until Nikolai leans over my naked body and presses his lips to my navel.

“Worth everything,” he answers. “Every fucking penny.”

Kiss by kiss, he moves down my stomach and over my hip. He licks around my thigh and then, with a rough shove, slides my legs apart. I yelp in surprise, but then his breath is warm against my damp center, and I go gasping quiet. My entire body is humming with anticipation. I chew my lower lip, waiting for him to touch me, shaking with need.

When he finally spreads me with his fingers and licks across my clit, I explode.

“I’m coming,” I cry out, barely believing my own words. He hardly touched me. But the pulsing pleasure at my core doesn’t lie.

Nikolai sits up and watches me, awe written on his face. I’m pretty sure my entire body is fire engine red right now. I’m flushed with ecstasy and embarrassment as I buck and writhe on my back.

When I finally start to come down, I cover my face with my hands. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“You came with one lick,” Nikolai snorts. “One touch.”

“Not one touch! There was all the kissing in the hallway. And the… the grinding.” A laugh bubbles out of me. “This is embarrassing.”

He kisses the inside of my thigh and shakes his head. “No, it’s not. You may not know this, Belle, but being wanted by a woman is incredibly attractive.”

“Then you must find lots of women attractive. Everyone with eyes wants you.”

His fingers massage the still trembling muscles of my thighs. “And I wantyou.”

“You do?”

“Knowing I can do that to you… that you react like that to me… it’s sexy as hell.”

“Really?”

He crawls over me, hooking his arms under my knees and bringing them slowly up until he’s directly above me. “Really. But you know what’s going to be even sexier?”

I feel the tip of him brushing against my center, teasing my opening. It makes it hard to focus on what he’s saying. But I’m pretty sure nothing could be sexier than this. I might actually die from how freaking sexy Nikolai Zhukova is.

But distantly, I hear myself respond. “What’s going to be sexier?”

“Making you come again,” he announces.

Then, with one thrust, Nikolai fills me.

He moves into me, stretching and pressing until I think there’s nowhere else for him to go. No possible way we’ll fit. And then he slides deeper.

A guttural sound I’ve never heard before comes out of me. I dig my nails into his shoulder blades. “Please,” I whisper.

I don’t know what I’m asking for, but Nikolai must have an idea. Because he sits back on his heels, grips my thighs, and drives into me again and again.

I throw my arms over my head. I arch my back. I grip handfuls of the comforter in search of anything to hold onto. None of it does much good to slow the tide swallowing me whole right now.

The slap of our bodies coming together fills the room, and I’m not sure there’s anything better than the sound of his heavy breathing. Nothing beats the way Nikolai falls apart.

“You take me so good,” he growls.

His hand slides down my thigh and his thumb finds my center. In slow, steady circles, Nikolai takes me to the next level. I lift my hips to meet his touch and his thrust, and it’s all too much in the best way possible.

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