“Is my wife telling me what to do?” My fingers glide up her thigh, and she makes a soft whimpering noise.
“Now I’m your wife,” she whispers, a hint of resentment in her words. “When you want to touch me, but not?—”
She breaks off when my hand slips to the juncture of her thighs, brushing against the soft lace there. “What did I tell you about wearing panties in my room?” I growl, and she leans back, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she looks at me in disbelief.
“Really, Damian? I didn’t have time to think about whether or not I had panties on when you were on the verge of bleeding out in the hallway?—”
She lets out a sharp squeak, her words cut off as I wrap my fingers around the gusset and tug hard, ripping the lace away from her hips with a sharp yank. “I liked those,” she gasps, and I silence her with another kiss as I run my fingers up her smooth, damp slit.
“I’ll buy you another pair, like I bought those.” I dip my fingers between her folds, finding her already wet for me, just like I knew she would be. She feels hot and slick against my skin, and I slip one finger eagerly into her, pressing my thumb against her clit as I claim her mouth with mine again.
She melts into me, as susceptible to my touch as I am to hers. No one has ever made her feel like I do, and that knowledge inflames me every time, knowing that no one else has ever drawn those soft, whimpering moans from her, or made her hips arch into their hand. No one else has felt her drench their fingertips as her clit pulsesunder their thumb. I press down, rolling the sensitive bud under the pad of it as I thrust my finger in and out of her, curling it, pushing her desire higher quickly. My cock is throbbing, desperate for pleasure to erase the pain I’m in right now, desperate forher, and I want inside of her badly.
But I also don’t want to hurt her. I never, ever want to be the reason she’s in pain.
“Come for me,” I pant against her mouth, sliding a second finger in and feeling how incredibly tight she still is. “I don’t know how long I can wait to fuck you,dorogoy. I need?—”
“Then fuck me.” She mewls it against my mouth, her hips writhing against my hand, a sound of need that almost undoes me. “Damian, fuck me the way you want to. You don’t have to be so careful with me?—”
“I do.” I’m breathing hard, every breath lancing pain through my side, but she feels so good, and I’m impossibly, violently aroused. “You’re so tight, Sienna. I could split you in half if I wasn’t careful. I don’t want to hurt you?—”
“I can take it,” she breathes against my lips, and every animal part of me wants to take her at her word, to spear her on my cock and fuck her until I’m satisfied—and I don’t know how long that would be, how many times I’d have to come for her before I had enough.
I’m not sure Icouldever be satisfied.
I’m beginning to realize that long after Sienna is gone, I’ll wish that I’d never let her go.
22
SIENNA
Every time Damian touches me, I feel as if I’m coming unraveled.
I gasp as his fingers work inside of me, trying to open me up enough for him to fuck me, and I wish he would justdoit. A perverse, adrenaline-fueled part of me wants to know what that would feel like, what it would be like for him to just take me and fuck me the way I know he wants to.
But he’s always so careful with me. And as much as I know, it comes from a place of caring, from him wanting to protect me from everything, even his own desires, I want him to let go.
I want to be the reason he loses control.
I reach up, bracketing his face with my hands as I kiss him again, my hips arching as his fingers work me closer to my first climax. It feels more urgent, knowing he won’t let himself inside of me until I come, knowing I have to give him this in order to have what I really want. The pleasure thrums through me, vibrating over my skin as Damian touches me as if he’s always known exactly how, as if he was made for me, and me for him.
Maybe we were made for each other.The thought flashes through my head as the first orgasm grips me, making my back arch and myhands grip the counter hard, my head falling back as I cry out. It feels so good, wave after wave of pleasure so much stronger than anything I’ve ever given myself, and I never want it to end.
I never wantthisto end.
“Damian—” I whimper his name as he keeps stroking his fingers inside of me, his thumb still rolling over my swollen flesh. “Damian, please?—”
“You’re still too tight,” he growls, his fingers speeding up, working to drive another climax from my still-shuddering body. “One more, Sienna?—”
“No, please,” I gasp, my hips rocking against his hand. “I want to come with you inside of me.Please, Damian?—”
“Fuck, I love how you sound when you beg for my cock,dikaya koshka,” he growls, his voice low and thick with need. “One more and you can have it,dorogoy.”
I let out a whimper of protest, but my body is already tensing, pleasure coursing through me like a live wire as I grind on his hand, eager for more, forhim. The promise of getting everything I want pushes me over the edge again as he manipulates my pleasure like he’s always known exactly how to make me come.
He’s the only man who’s ever been able to. The only man who’s ever touched me like this, and made me feel the things he does.
Damian groans as he feels me clench and flutter around his hand again, my hips arching and bucking as I moan his name. “Yes, dorogoy,fuck—” he curses in Russian beneath his breath as he draws out every last drop of pleasure from my body and then, while I’m still breathing hard and shuddering, his hands reach for my hips and pull me off of the counter.
