Page 80 of Her Selfless Warrior (Omega Sky)
Kostya couldn’t get enough, not close enough. His tongue drove deep into the recesses of her mouth. Like the slick, hot channel that clenched around his cock, her mouth welcomed him.
“Ouch!” he reared back.
She’d bitten his lip.
He saw her wicked grin a moment before her nails dug deep into his scalp and dragged him back for another scorching kiss. Kostya rolled them over, their sweat-soaked bodies twisted on the sheets, he didn’t know where he ended and she began.
Lark was moaning but he wasn’t worried, not this time. Her legs were wrapped so tightly around him that it was a wonder she wasn’t cutting off his circulation. And the way she met his every thrust was like she heard the same melody he did. They matched perfectly.
Her nails scratched through his hair downward, then dug into his shoulders. He’d have marks for days. He loved it.
Lark panted and trembled. He could tell she was close, but he wanted her out of her mind. He kept up his steady thrusts and worked his right hand between their bodies until he found her swollen clit.
“Too much,” she cried when he brushed his thumb against her nub.
Bullshit.
Kostya saw her indecision. He pressed down hard on her bud and she whined out his name.
“Too much?” he asked as he thrust in again, and then lightly pinched her clit.
“I don’t know,” she wailed, her head thrashing against the mattress. “Kostya, I don’t know.” She hit the back of his shoulder with a fist.
Heat cascaded from the back of his head and sped down his spine. He wasn’t going to last. Kostya grabbed her ass with his left hand, tilting her up for an even deeper thrust, then pinched her clit hard.
Lark shrieked his name. Her smile was glorious.
Kostya covered her mouth with his as his head exploded.
Stars.
Snapping, exploding stars. Bursts of white like the first Fourth of July fireworks show he’d ever seen in America. So beautiful.
He’d found freedom.
