He cut his gaze to hers as he licked her forearm with his healing saliva. His eyes were a blazing blue. She could fall into those eyes and be so happy there… The thought brought another with it, and suspicion sent her heart slamming against her breastbone: he was the cause of her angst. Somehow, needing to find Nikolai, protect him, be with him was the source of the restlessness and confusion plaguing her all these long months. She’d left the service of the Proffered, and soul deep her body had known that decision put her on the wrong path.
The truth of her revelation spiraled through her body and settled itself in every cell. Combined with his tongue, his thigh, his eyes, those little sounds of masculine appreciation—it was all too much. “Oh, God, Nikolai. You have to…” She shook her head, unable to control her breathing, or her body. “You have to stop, or I—”
“Not yet.” He pulled his leg away.
She whimpered and flexed off the bars.
The corner of his mouth curled up as he healed her with one last long, languid stroke of his tongue.
“No, no. I have to. Please.” She squirmed and ground her belly against his cock. Despite her general inexperience, her body acted on its own instinct, seemingly knowing what, or whom, would bring her the relief and release she nearly screamed for.
“You have to what, angel?”
She hesitated for a few short, quick heartbeats. “I have to…” The word on the tip of her tongue, she clenched her thighs together, burning for the friction he’d given to her moments before. “Oh, God.”
“You have to come, yes?” he whispered against her ear. Kate nodded, her stomach flip-flopping at his tone, full of sin and satisfaction. One hand fell to her jeans, tugged at the zipper, ripped the denim open. “I want to wear you on my skin,” he said.
Gently but firmly, he slid his fingers under the band of her panties.
The rough pads of his fingertips slid into the soft hair at the top of her mound, and Kate moaned and grabbed the closest bar with her free hand to keep from falling. He kicked at the inside of her shoe. “Open.”
Pressed against the iron bars of her dungeon cell, Kate spread her legs. Nikolai’s fingers dipped into the slick folds of her pussy, rubbing, flicking, pressing tight circles that stole her breath. He lingered a kiss to the healed skin over her radial artery, then dropped her arm and brought his mouth back to hers. The movement of his lips was deep, reverent, just the beginning of something she knew she’d never forget. She grabbed a bar with her newly healed hand and just let herself feel the incredible ecstasy he drew from her body.
Forehead resting against hers, he pushed one finger inside her and met her gaze. She gasped, his finger so much bigger than her own, which until this moment had been the sum total of her experience.
“Come on me, Katya. I want to feel it. I want to see it.”
“Nikolai,” she whimpered, holding his gaze. His finger simultaneously eased the ache and escalated it as he penetrated and thrust, his palm providing more of that glorious friction against her clit. Panting, she couldn’t keep from moving her hips and urging more. Inside, her body tightened around his finger.
“Mmm, yes.” Licking his lips and drilling his intense, flaring gaze into her eyes, he added a second finger.
Kate moaned at the fullness, reveled in it, wanted more—even if her desire scared her. The thought was fleeting. His fingers moved in and out of her in a shallow quick pattern that rocketed all her energy downward, then detonated in a brilliant explosion of light and heat that sent her flying, falling, floating outside herself.
Hanging on the bars, her whole body sagged against him, her weight falling onto his hand between her legs and his chest. She was dimly aware of the approving growl rumbling from deep in his throat.
He wrapped an arm around her back and tugged her hair, gently pulling her head back so he could claim her mouth. The kiss was slow and sensual, full of the promise of more to come. And despite the fact that the room spun around her and she couldn’t control the pace or volume of her breathing, more was exactly what she wanted. She couldn’t wait to have the chance to bring him the same incredible ecstasy he’d given her.
Nikolai pulled his hand from between her legs, but didn’t leave her skin. Still under the stretched fabric of her panties, his big, warm grip slid around to grasp the naked curve of her hip. His fingers were wet where they dug into her ass, but she couldn’t feel embarrassed about it, not after he’d shown her the pleasure her body was capable of experiencing. He broke the kiss with a gleam in his eye. A cocky smile played around the corners of his mouth. As infuriatingly smug as it was, he wore the good humor so well she could only find it sexy.