Natalya pulled Evie’s head back and kissed her deeply. She transformed her tongue as she did, pushing it into her mouth to brush over Evie’s.
She kissed her hard. Kissed her with demand and passion. She kissed her with so much pleasurable intensity it made Evie start shaking.
She gasped against Natalya’s mouth. Then moaned. Then cried out as she bucked her hips, the movement desperate and awkward from her kneeling position. She came with a loud groan, the pleasure of it pulsing through Natalya’s body as flashes of flame.
Natalya broke the kiss, pulling Evie’s face back between her legs, where Evie started licking over her again. She let her continue until Evie’s body started tensing. Then she pulled Evie away from her once more.
Her face was flushed, and her breath uneven. Her arms strained against the cuffs, causing her muscles to flex.
She looked beautiful. She had been just as beautiful, if not more so, down below. Dancing with such confidence and joy that it was mesmerizing to watch.
Though her beauty was obvious to so many people, it wasn’t to Evie. It was a thing she felt she’d lost, just as she’d lost so many parts of herself to the horrors she’d been through. Some hadbeen restored by time. Some she needed to remind herself of to believe them again.
“Repeat after me,” Natalya said, looking into Evie’s dazed, green eyes. “I’m beautiful.”
Evie blinked, gasping out ragged breaths. “I’m beautiful.”
Natalya rewarded her with a deep kiss that summoned new moans in her.
“I’m strong,” Natalya said. Evie’s eyes were unfocused now.
“I’m strong.” The words trembled on their way out, and Natalya tightened her hold on her hair, producing a new surge of pleasure that made Evie gasp loudly.
“I’m brave.”
Evie’s voice was fully shaking. “I’m brave.”
The words weren’t easy for her normally. They were easier when Natalya demanded them in a moment of ecstasy. That didn’t mean they didn’t hit hard still.
Natalya kissed her again, filling her body with as much passion as she could take. As much delight as she was yearning for. When she was right at the edge, right at the point where a gust of wind would send her sprawling, Natalya broke the kiss and pulled Evie between her legs again, and her tongue flicked over Natalya’s clit.
She’d caught on to the trick. That the pleasure Natalya experienced radiated through her hand, into Evie’s head, and then onwards to the rest of her. That Natalya was focusing enough to heighten the sensation only motivated her more.
She circled her tongue, then flicked and pressed against her in ways that made Natalya moan without meaning to. It was a strange thing. She never felt as in control as when she was around Evie. She never felt as at ease and calm because, with Evie, she knew she couldn’t accidentally force an emotion or bring pain.
At the same time, Evie could make her lose control—beautifully so—in a way no one had ever done before.
The orgasm rose in her suddenly and delightfully. As Natalya had frequently pulled Evie away, it had built up her own sensitivity for this final push over the edge. Evie breathed heavily against her, clearly winded. Her hands behind her back were clenched into fists. With Natalya’s orgasm, Evie’s body convulsed and shook, and she moaned loudly against Natalya.
Natalya closed her eyes, stopping them from cascading violet light all over the Royal Lounge. She let her mouth fall open as she came, felt it shudder through herself first, and then felt Evie’s right after. An echo of her own.
She loosened her grip on Evie’s hair, letting her know she should stop. She didn’t quite move away. Instead, she leaned her head against Natalya’s thigh as she gasped air into her lungs.
She really had kept going until she was out of breath.
Chapter 28
Natalya ran her fingers through Evie’s hair. Evie didn’t speak. She just kept gasping as Natalya undid the chain that connected the wrist cuffs. As soon as she was able, Evie pushed herself nearer the couch so she could lean against it, still sitting between Natalya’s legs. Still breathing heavily.
While she caught her breath, Natalya used the cloth and water bottle she’d set out on the nearby table to wash Evie’s face. Her red lipstick was smeared, and Natalya cleaned it while she came to. By how she sighed and closed her eyes, she was fully present but was staying silent so Natalya would keep tending to her.
She didn’t mind doing so. In fact, seeing Evie smile as Natalya carefully cleaned her lips was a sight she would have enjoyed looking at for hours.
“Do you still feel needy?” Natalya asked. Evie chuckled and leaned her head against Natalya’s leg.
“I think you ruined my underwear,” Evie said. Natalya leaned forward enough that she could give Evie a kiss.
“I know I did. And I don’t feel bad about it.”
