Page 77 of Her Selfless Warrior (Omega Sky)
“Are you ready?” His lips brushed against hers.
She nodded.
Slowly he pressed forward, squeezing his girth into her tight channel.
Breathe.
Lark relaxed and started to feel a shivering warmth expanding through her body. The feel of Kostya inside her was incredible, and the deeper he went, the more pleasure she felt.
Heat, she was feeling so much heat. It dazzled her. She gripped his ass. She knew her nails were biting in, she should feel bad about it, but she didn’t give a flying fig.
Kostya turned her cheek and she looked up at him, trying to discern all the emotion she was seeing in his eyes.
Apprehension.
Assessment.
Concern.
But then…
But then, underneath everything, there was Kostya and his sparkle of joy. He slowly grinned and Lark’s nails unclenched. They slid up his back and she wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled.
“You made it,sólnce.You survived,” he teased.
“Nobody.” She gasped as he slowly pulled out, deliciously torturing her.
“What?” he asked as he pushed back in.
“Ahhhhh,” she arched up. The movement sent sparks shimmering up her spine, then boomeranging back down to her needy core. “Nobody likes a know-it-all,” she huffed out.
Kostya laughed as he kept himself still.
“Kostya, I might have survived, but you’re not going to live long if you don’t start moving again.”
The laughter faded from his eyes, but before she could worry, she saw his entire visage transform. This was no longer the man that she had laughed and dined with here in the United States. Instead, she was in bed and surrounded by the warrior who had protected her in Afghanistan.
Kostya gathered her close and started a gentle thrust that she felt from her toes to her fingertips. The slow glide in and out soon morphed into a sensuous dance, where he led her like a virtuoso. Lark swayed to music that only they heard, a rhythm known to only the luckiest of lovers.
He drove deep and she cried out her pleasure, loving the open-mouth kisses he delivered along her arched neck.
How can it be like this? How?
“It’s you. It’s because of you,” Kostya answered a question she hadn’t realized she’d spoken aloud. When he took her nipple in his mouth, she started to shake so hard she would have lost their connection if he hadn’t held her so close.
“Kostya,” she moaned.
He lifted his head and all she saw was the blue of his gaze as she shot into a universe of bliss.
“Kostya!” she wailed.
That was all, that was everything. JustKostya.
* * *
He wokeup as soon as she slipped out of bed, missing her warmth. When was the last time that he had slept this well? Hell, he couldn’t remember. He rolled over and picked up his watch and saw that it was four in the morning. He laid back down and thought about what he would do when Lark came back to bed. That’s when he saw her move from the bathroom to the door of the suite.
“Lark? Is everything okay?”
