Beautiful Revenge (A Good Wife #1) - Sienna Blake Page 0,49

legs farther apart, giving his tongue and lips more access. I obey. I can do nothing but obey.

He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks as he flicks the end with his tongue. I moan and buck against him, pleasure tightening like bands inside my core. He chuckles before he pulls his mouth off me. I let out a whimper. For a second, I think this is his cruel plan. He’s going to push me to the edge and never let me come. Oh God, I won’t survive it.

He runs his fingertips along my seam and slips a finger into me. I let out a cry, half pleasure, half relief. A curse falls from his mouth. He adds a second finger. And a third, stretching me to my limit. I suck in a breath, trying to stay relaxed.

He starts to move, his fingers thrusting in and out, curling to rub against that sensitive spot inside me when they push deep within. The pleasure returns in waves, this time like the bass of a song, thick and low and full. A low groan rumbles from me.

When he adds his tongue again, I swear I almost die. The strands of my pleasure twisting like harmonies. I curse, I cry, I scream. My legs shake so hard, I have to grip onto his hair to stop from collapsing.

Dear God. At last. After seven years of loving him, of wanting him, and not being able to release it, at last. I let go. I give in. I come hard around his fingers, against his tongue, my head knocking back and his name tearing from the depths of my soul. I am lost in the waves of pleasure on and on until they sink like a lowering tide, exhaustion chasing after it.

I start to drop.

But I don’t fall. Dimi is there holding me up, crushing me against his hard body with his strong arms. Even after I’ve had the orgasm of my life, my need is not sated. It has just been awakened. Years it has been waiting, needing, starving for Dimitri.

“You brought me here.” His voice rumbles into my hair. “Even from across the ocean, I could still feel your claws in me, dragging me here.”

I fix my hungry eyes on him. “Dimi—”

“Does your husband want you like I do?” He grinds his hardness against my hips. “Does he need you?”

“Please, let’s not talk about him.” We have one night. One night together. I don’t want to waste a second.

“Even if he wanted you with every breath of his soul, he couldn’t want you in a whole lifetime as much as I want you right now.”

I moan as he rubs himself against me. “Please, I’m begging you…”

“What?” he growls. “What?”

“I need you inside me.”

His erection twitches against me. He lets out a groan. Then pulls away. “Get on the bed.”

I obey. Because all I can do is obey.

Our eyes lock, even as I circle him, backing up onto the bed. I lie back, waiting, his eyes pinning me to the sheets. He kneels at the end of the mattress, pushing my knees apart. I let them drop, exposing myself to him. His hungry eyes brush over my exposed sex. I have never been so bare, so naked. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I might die if he doesn’t get here and sink into me right fucking now.

He tugs his robe off and drops it off the end of the bed. Dear God, he is so perfect. So aggressively male. Rounded shoulders, sculpted lean muscles. His blue eyes flashing with wild hunger. He is so beautiful I want to cry. It’s not just his body. It’s him I want. All of him. His mind. His heart. His soul. I want to be inside him.

Even if he and I only get tonight, it will be worth it.

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Dimitri

Alena lies on the bed naked, her body open for me. My body surges with so much need that I swell to bursting. As I crawl over her and slip my knees between her soft thighs, the ice wall that has protected me for so long cracks.

This is not part of the plan.

As I gaze down at her, her hair wild about her head, her eyes open and vulnerable, her lips parted, begging me to finally, finally sink into her, to surrender to her, the wall begins to crumble. Five years I’ve waited for her to look at me like this. Five years I hunted