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Hard, as inhewas hard. My entire front was squished against his broad, firm chest and his hand pushed my hips into his. If I wiggled just right, I bet I could feel those evil beads in his cock pressing against me.
When Yuri pulled back, his eyes were electric blue and he was panting harshly. “Would you like to see Catherine the Great’s bedroom?”
My skin felt like it was burning and my nipples were hard enough to cut glass. “Is- is that a euphemism?” It was a weak joke, but I was dying with desperation to have him inside of me again, and I was scared if I showed it, he’d back away.
My husband gave me the filthiest grin. “Possibly.” Swinging me up in his arms and ignoring my yelp, he strode into a more secluded entrance to the palace.
Chapter Eighteen
In which nothing strengthens a marriage like going at it in a dead queen’s bedroom.
Tania…
“Where are we?” I whispered. Yuri had me by the hand and was moving so quickly that I was one stumble away from losing these stupid high heels and face-planting right on some magnificent bazillion-year-old rug.
“We are taking one of the servant’s passages to the bedroom,” he said, “they run all through the palace.”
“That makes sense,” I agreed breathlessly, yelping as he swept me up in his arms - gigantic dress and all - and made an abrupt right turn into what looked like another corridor. He pressed an indent in the wallpaper with his elbow and a hidden door swung open to… it was not enough to call it the royal bedchamber. This was a room where some of the greatest rulers in Russian history had slept and dreamed and plotted their next move.
A massive, stately blue bed and the gilded headboard dominated the room with a canopy overhang of tasseled tapestries and Yuri pulled me toward it.
“Oh, no no no, we are not doing it on Catherine the Great’s bed!” I hissed fiercely, “That’s sacrilege!”
His intent stare was directed at my cleavage and I wasn’t sure he was listening. With a growl, he swept me off my feet and onto my back on the thick Turkish rug in front of the massive gold-framed mirror. Kneeling over me, he looked feral, ripping off his tuxedo jacket and the last thing I saw was his wicked smile as he flipped my skirt up, covering my face but leaving my lower half bare, except for my frilly undies.
“Mmmm…Printsessa.Such a fancy little scrap of lace.”
My eyes rolled back in my head; Yuri was using the Voice. The Voice was a deadly weapon; his deepest, most filthy, guttural-sounding tone that meant I would be leaving here walking bowlegged.
His hands slid up my thighs, pressing them open and his mouth was against me, his hot breath warming me through my undies. I heard a little ‘snick!’ and the touch of a chilly blade right where he’d just kissed me. I bleated like a startled sheep, as every muscle froze in position.
“Y- Yuri.”
“Hmmm?” The sharp tip of the knife was very lightly stroking down the thin skin of my inner thigh.
“Where did the switchblade come from?” My voice was pitched high enough to sound like I’d been sucking helium from a balloon.
He moved closer, shoving my legs wider with his shoulders. “You know I never travel unarmed.”
I might have had more to say but my hips yanked upward as Yuri roughly pulled the lace up, rubbing harshly against my clit. He grunted, then cut through the fabric. Then his mouth was on me and my head dropped back against Catherine the Great’s bedroom floor with a thud, my fingers mindlessly sliding into his thick hair, pulling on the longer strands.
He’s greedy tonight…I thought, deeply pleased with this realization.
Yuri slid his hands under my ass and gripped it tightly, lifting me up closer to his mouth. He alternated long, tiger-like licks on my pussy with sucking my overwhelmed clit between his lips and batting at it with his tongue. His fingers flexed on my soft skin and his growl vibrated against my clitoris, still held by his lush lips and my heels pressed into his back as I came. I slid my hands into his thick hair, and pulled it as my back arched, “Oh, my god I’ve missed this!” I moaned. I could feel his shoulders shaking as his laughter was smothered by his mouth still pressed against me. The diabolical fiend kept licking to extend all the sparks flying through my lower half.
“Don’t judge,” I wheezed like air escaping a punctured tire, “it’s been a while!” Clawing at my voluminous skirt, I pull it off my face enough to be able to look down.
I felt Yuri grin, his face still buried between my legs. His sharp teeth pressed against my left cheek before he bit. Ignoring my startled shriek, he bit the other cheek too, and pressed his lips against my pussy in a filthy open-mouthed kiss.
“I understand,Printsessa,it has been just as long for me.”
“Wait- wait!” I grab his head between my hands and make my husband look at me. “Didn’t you… you know, with your fiancée?” It felt like taking a slice out of my own heart, just asking this but surely he didn’t mean he hadn’t been withanyone…
“I have not,” Yuri’s beautiful face was solemn. “I have not touched another woman since I was foolish enough to leave you. I only saw Ksenia once before the wedding.”
It felt like my entire being was radiating sunshine and I felt light. And alive. And grateful for another chance with this man.
“You are noprintsessa,”he said, hovering over me, his hand coming up to cup my cheek, “you are myKoroleva. My Queen.”
