Page 23 of Devious Obsession
“Lie on the bed.” He helps me up to my feet, then gently pushes me onto the bed.
The pillows are lush and soft behind my head, but it’s the warmth in his gaze as he stares down at me that comforts the frayed edges of my soul.
He blankets me, framing my face with his hands and kisses me. Not a brush of the lips. Not a peck on the side of my mouth. A full-fledged kiss.
I sink my hands into his thick hair and kiss him back.
I’m a live wire. Sparks are going to shoot out from my ears soon.
When he breaks the kiss and lines up our gazes again, a new sort of shiver dances through me. His eyes are darker, more focused.
“Spread your legs for me.” He slides down my body, kneeling between my legs as I obey his command.
When I look up at him, he’s staring down at me with urgency and wild desire. He looks like a starved beast who’s been held back from the kill for too long and is ready to devour every morsel in front of him.
He wets his lips, moving his gaze over my body until it settles between my legs. In an instant, he’s on his stomach, his face buried between my thighs.
His hands slip beneath me, cupping my ass and squeezing until I gasp from the tenderness. I’m rewarded with a smirk. One filled with pride.
He scrapes his teeth along my inner thigh. “I’ve waited too long for this to deny myself anymore,” he says, but it sounds far off in the distance. Like he’s talking to himself, not me.
“Tell me no, and I stop.” This time I know he’s talking to me.
“Don’t stop.” I run my teeth over my lip. If I’ve lost my mind, I don’t want to find it. Not yet, not now.
Hooking his arms around my legs, he drags me down the bed another inch. Like bringing his dinner plate up to the edge of the table. He pauses again, kissing my thigh where he’d bitten it.
He says something in Russian, low and guttural. I wish I understood what it was, but my body seems to comprehend fine. Like a tuning fork, I’m vibrating when his tongue touches me.
Using the tip of his tongue, he flicks my clit, and I moan.
He does it again.
When I arch my back, lifting my hips, he flattens his hand over my stomach, pressing me back into the bed. He keeps his hand there, holding me while his tongue dances and darts and sweeps around my pussy.
“Artem.” I grab hold of the pillow behind me. “Oh, god. Artem.”
“Mhhm?” He raises his eyes to mine while his mouth continues to drive me to the brink of insanity. “Do you want to come for me?”
I nod, not trusting my mouth to work properly. Something snarky could pop out and ruin this moment. I can’t be trusted right now.
“Ask me, Babygirl. Ask me to let you come.” He slides a finger inside me, curling it in the perfect way at the perfect spot at the perfect time.
I swallow and shake my head.
“If you don’t ask, you don’t get to.” He’s not fucking around. I know this tone well enough. He’ll stop.
And I’ll have to kill him.
Or at least try.
“Please, Artem.”
He sucks my clit between his lips.
“Let me come.”
“Are you telling me or asking me?” He presses a kiss just above my clit. Close enough I can feel his beard on me, but not enough to get me where I want to be.
