Page 82 of Captive Promise

“—no one will ever taste you again but me⁠—”

“Nico, please⁠—”

I hear that one though.

Loud and clear.

It ignites a fire in my gut and sends a jolt to my brain, and I remember that this is about making her forget everything except my name.

“Say that again.”

She whines high in the back of her throat, but she obeys.

“Please, Nico.”

I finally close my lips over her clit, and I can hardly believe the noises she makes. I can’t think of a suitable word for it. Something desperate and disbelieving.

I’m rolling the flat of my tongue against her in time with her hips, and I know she must be close.

I consider sliding a finger inside her again, but no—I want her to know that she doesn’t need it.

That, because she let me have my way, I’m going to tear her apart with only my mouth.

When she comes, I have her clit between my lips, and she clamps her thighs around my head.

Both of her hands are tight in my hair, and I think she might fucking scalp me from the way that she pulls as she fucks herself against me. And I don’t care.

I keep my mouth tight on her, and every pulse is reverberating through her cunt like a fucking tuning fork. I can feel each one on my chin, even as her slick soaks it.

Her whole body is humming with pleasure, and I don’t stop until she drops her legs back to the bed.

I press a final kiss to her clit, smiling at the feel of it retreating from my touch and the sound of her soft cry.

I watch her carefully as I stand up to remove my clothes.

Katerina is still writhing slightly as she sighs and moves her hands over her body. Her hair⁠—

I look down in a panic. The front of my boxers are completely soaked. I worry for one stupid second that somehow I’ve already come, that I’ve been stealthily undone by Katerina’s perfect fucking pussy.

But my cock throbs greedily in my hand as I draw it out, and a clear bead of pre-come gathers at the tip before I even have a chance to squeeze.

Kicking off my underwear, I gather her into my arms and carry her over to the couch on the other side of my office.

Lying her on the soft material, I take one of her hands and slide it over me, letting her fingers trail across the tip first, mixing the fresh fluid with the rest already slicking the underside.

My teeth grit at the feel of her skin sliding over mine, and I let out a shaky breath at the memory of her tight cunt clenching around my fingers.

My eyes follow her hand as she pumps me slowly with a loose fist, and she only looks up when I rest my palm over her belly.

“You ready?” I ask softly.

She nods, biting her lip in anticipation and I groan. My cock throbs impatiently.

I mean to hold her gaze as I enter her, but when I feel her thighs pulling back from mine, opening for me, I can’t help sitting back on my heels and looking down.

I can’t resist tracing my fingers one more time along her slit—dipping them in, just barely, for a taste of what’s waiting for me.

I spread her lips and watch as the head of my cock slides inside.