Page 43 of Mercenary Princess

She nodded and stroked her hand up and down his length while sliding her mouth over the head. She swallowed around him, still wanting more. She swore she could feel his thighs vibrating beneath her hands and took it as a sign to suck him harder.

“Deeper.”

She moaned when she got him all the way to the back of her throat. Without thought, she tilted her head from side to side, getting him wet before pulling back. Her eyes grew heavy as she attempted to take in as much as she could while stroking the remaining length. One hand moved down to caress his sac.

His hips jerked, and she made a sound of pure need when his fingers gripped her hair and pulled slightly. Her own juices were starting to slide between her clenched thighs.

She released him with a pop. Every dirty fantasy she had about doing this to him came to life. She wanted to know it all. “Help me take it all. I want you to come down my throat, Viktor.” She was getting more comfortable with every dirty word she uttered. His reactions and curses made it easier.

His chest rose and fell harshly now. His jaw looked tight enough to crack, and he still held back.

“I want you to,” she purred, sliding his cock against her cheek before taking him back in her mouth. She sucked as she gazed into his eyes.

He took a deep breath, and the words he spoke were like gravel through his lips. “Breathe through your nose.”

She moaned around him. She’d never done the things she’d asked of him. Something in his gaze said he was fully aware of that, and it tested every ounce of his strength. He thrust into her mouth, sliding all the way to the back of her throat, grinding and fucking and thrusting. She couldn’t help but writhe and moan. He hadn’t hurt her, but he was forceful enough that she nearly came. “Swallow around me when I get all the way in.”

She swallowed and fought the gag reflex, breathing through her nose. “Again,” he commanded, and this time, she got more. “Gooodd. Yes,” he praised as she continued to swallow, pushing for more but worried she’d fail.

He held her head tight, tilting it back and staring into her eyes. The angle and the look in his eyes made her pussy clench uncontrollably as she sucked him harder. “Swallow every drop.” The thickly accented command was nearly her undoing.

When he came, the warm jets slid straight down her throat as his cock throbbed against her tongue. She reveled in his hoarse shout and how his fingers dug into her hair, holding her for his possession. When he pulled away, he became painstakingly gentle, stroking his thumb over her jaw as he eased back.

“So sweet. So beautiful.” He spoke more sexy words in Russian, as if she’d slayed him half as much as the act had slayed her.

Her eyes held his, not willing for it to end. She greedily licked his cock clean, reveling in every sensation she could wring from his powerful body.

He bent down and lifted her into his arms. “Are you dripping for me?”

She nodded, unable to form words. With as feverish as she felt, she’d probably come the second he put his hands on her.

He tossed her on the bed, ordering, “Open.” But he didn’t have the patience to wait. He gripped her ankles, forced her legs wide, and slid his hands between them. She gasped. Her hips undulated uncontrollably at his hold and scrutiny. “Good girl. You saved this for me.”

He leaned in and ran his hands slowly over the slickness before his mouth descended on her clit. His fingers toyed with her as his hot mouth licked and sucked relentlessly. A silent cry escaped her lips as the first pulses swam over her. Even then, he didn’t stop. His thumbs spread her wider for his seeking tongue. He ate her, feasted like a man starved, forcing orgasm after orgasm on her. When he growled into her flesh, the vibration nearly sent her off the bed. She keened and thrashed until she had to pull his hair to force him away, swearing she’d die.

“I want you to come to me until you leave London,” he demanded while her body was still jerking with tremors. Her mouth went dry and she held her breath.

“I’m here for twelve more days.” She wasn’t sure if she was reminding herself or answering a question he hadn’t asked. Could she spend those nights with him? She’d been obsessed with him for years. As long as it was just sex, things should be fine. Her mind buzzed with questions and answers as he stared down at her.

“I know how long you’re here,” he pointed out as he seemed to read her every thought. That was what made him dangerous. “Come to me.”

“It can’t be every night,” she heard herself say. She wanted more. She wasn’t ready to give it up. She had too many fantasies to fit in a night. With all the stress in her life right now, didn’t she deserve this? She sucked in a ragged breath, knowing she was being selfish. “And with another stipulation. It’s only sex. No talking.”

She wasn’t sure she liked the glint in his eye, but she was too distracted by his smile. It was sexy as hell.

He leaned in and kissed her, blissfully taking away all thought. She felt his cock coming to life against her leg and moaned her approval. Her body wouldn’t survive being in his bed even every other night.

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