Page 102 of Twisted Prince
“You really want this, Mel?” Gleb asks, pausing once he has me sprawled across his blankets.
“Yes,” I murmur, nodding.
Gleb’s lips lower slowly to mine this time, consuming me with a tenderness that makes my chest ache. I can feel from the vibration in his body that he’s resisting the urge to be rough with me. And the thought frightens me just as much as it thrills me. To know he’s walking the thin line of claiming his own desire or giving me mine.
I want him to do both—or more, I want to please Gleb. To prove that I’m trying to get past all my fears. To show him the kind of loyalty and devotion he’s shown me time and again.
Heat radiates through my core as his kisses slowly shift from my lips to my throat, then lower until they find my collarbone. My breath hitches as it reminds me of our first time together—the way he brought me to climax just by sucking on my nipples.
And I wonder if he might do it again.
My pulse throbs dangerously in my clit, my folds growing slick with anticipation as his lips keep inching down my skin. They reach my breasts at the same time as his hands, and he palms the soft flesh, kneading them as he guides one nipple into his mouth.
I cry out at the intense wave of pleasure that crashes through me.
And when he lightly pinches my other nipple, I nearly come undone.
Pressing my lips together, I remind myself to be quiet because I don’t know how soundproof Gleb’s walls are. And I definitely don’t want to wake Gabby like this.
I can feel the heat of my climax building between my thighs, the throbbing pulse in my core that tells me I’m not far from that indescribable cliff. But before I reach it, Gleb’s lips release my taut nub, making me gasp and jerk in frustration.
He gives a low, dark chuckle—not the genuinely amused one that sends butterflies fluttering in my stomach, but a wicked chuckle that tells me he knows just how close I was.
Groaning, I roll my hips against him, seeking the release he stole from me. But before I can open my mouth to whine, his lips are traveling still further down my body. Tingling anticipation mingles with a nervous self-consciousness as his lips near my panties.
I’ve never had a man’s lips so close to my clit, and I don’t know how I feel about it.
“W-What are you doing?” I stammer, my mouth taking control as my nerves get the better of me.
“I want to taste you, Mel,” he breathes, his fingers hooking around the waistline of my undies, his lips hovering mere inches above the white lace.
“What?” I gasp, my clit throbbing with excitement even as my stomach coils anxiously. I never liked having men’s cocks shoved down my throat, so I can hardly imagine it would be enjoyable for Gleb to do the equivalent to me. But he wants to? The thought of it makes my heart perform a funny beat.
“If I told you you’d like it, would you trust me?” he asks, his silky voice raising the temperature of my body by several degrees.
Biting my lip, I nod. And I watch as he drags my panties down my legs, removing them completely. Then he’s pressing his face between my thighs, his shoulders supporting my weight as his hands palm my ass.
And his tongue strokes out to lick my slit, gently parting my folds. His striking green eyes watch me with unquestionable excitement. But as soon as his mouth finds me, I know I’m a goner. I gasp, my fingers fisting his blankets as I arch my back.
Pleasure like this just shouldn’t exist. The wet warmth of his mouth covering my clit is so overwhelming, I think I might explode. The silky softness of his tongue as he runs it slowly from one end of my seam to the other sends fireworks zinging up my spine.
“Oh god!” I gasp, struggling to stay quiet.
My back arches up off the bed, and I pant as my knees quiver, my thighs vibrating against his broad shoulders. Every drop of my reticence evaporates as the euphoria consumes me with burning desire.
If this is what it feels like to a man when he gets head, I would be much more inclined to return the favor—for Gleb, at least. Because Jesus Christ, I don’t think my heart’s ever beat this hard. I’m panting with the intensity of my arousal, the throbbing pulse radiating through my core.
And when Gleb slides two fingers inside my soaking entrance, I completely fall apart. His fingers curl, brushing against some hidden spot deep inside me. And that, combined with his glorious lips on my clit is sensory overload.
I short circuit, my orgasm blasting through me with such force, I nearly forget my own name. My walls throb, my clit twitching between his expert mouth. And still, Gleb doesn’t stop, his fingers sliding in and out as he rolls my sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue.
Twitching and jerking, I ride out my release with heaving breaths.
And when he finally releases me, his fingers sliding out of my depths, I’m so intensely satisfied that my legs fall open, my eyelids fluttering with heavy bliss.
“Does that mean I was right, you liked it?” he teases, that rare smile curling his lips and making my heart skip a beat.
“Mm-mmm,” I agree dreamily, so enraptured that I can’t seem to find my words.
