Fractured Ties by Bethany-Kris Page 0,49
Kolya said gruffly.
Her teeth abused her bottom lip as she said, “Hmm?”
Still, she wouldn’t look at him.
That couldn’t be had.
That was a shame.
“Dushka,” he rumbled, “stop hiding from me.”
He saw her blink and her tension softened a bit under his weight. Still, though, she chewed on her bottom lip and wouldn’t look at him. He’d had enough of that—he used the tip of his thumb to gently tug her lip out from the abuse of her teeth. Then, though she put up no resistance to his urging, he turned her head so she was looking at him again.
“That’s better, Maya.”
“I don’t know what happened. You were good, and then you—”
“Woke up,” Kolya interjected.
Maya flinched. “Oh.”
“No, not woke up bad.” Kolya felt the edge of his lips curve upward, and at the sight of his half-smirk, Maya traced the edge of his mouth with her fingertips. “Woke up, dushka, because why would I want to miss this?”
Her fingertips froze and her gaze slammed back into his again.
Hot.
Heavy.
Sure.
And he was present—not lost, or gone, or anything that took him away from this moment right here and now. Because sweet mother Mary in Heaven—didn’t she know?
“Look at you,” Kolya murmured thickly. His hands started at her jaw, stroked down her throat, over her chest, and then came to rest on her side for a brief moment before sliding lower again. Her tight, warm stomach was small enough that his large hands practically covered every inch of skin when he laid them across her body. All unmarked, creamy skin covered in goosebumps and shivering with every little movement he made. “Oh, my God—look at you.”
Maya sucked in a ragged breath before her tongue peeked out to sweep her bottom lip. “Here I am.”
“Yeah.”
And it was fucking wonderful.
She was perfect.
“Don’t hide from me,” he repeated. “Don’t look away or … just don’t. Just be, okay?”
Maya nodded. “Okay.”
Her hands worked at the buttons on his dress shirt, but Kolya was still stuck just staring at her and taking her in. The way she looked underneath him, and the way those cotton panties melded against her body’s soft curves. She smelled like sugar and vanilla—sweet and pure, and made just for him.
How could she not be?
It was only Maya’s palm sliding in under his now-opened shirt and resting flat against the thieves’ cross on his chest that snapped Kolya back into reality again.
That one action spurred him onto what he wanted—to taste and fuck and feel this woman for as long as he possibly could. To imprint every inch of her—every single curve and line and dip—of her body into his memories.
To know her.
God, he wanted to know her like this.
That mouth of hers called his name in a whisper, and with her hand still pressed flat against his chest, the control he’d been maintaining slipped. Not that Kolya minded. Maya didn’t seem to care either when he pushed forward, grabbed hold of her face, and pulled her in for a bruising kiss.
Christ.
This woman was a lot of things.
She looked so innocent with those big eyes and quiet demeanor.
Her kiss said something else entirely. From the way she pulled him in for more, to her tongue warring with his the second he was given entrance to the wet heat of her mouth … this woman came alive.
Every inch of her hummed.
Anticipated.
The last thing he wanted to do was pull away from her, but damn, he needed more. So did she. It was clear in the way her hips lifted and grinded against him—making his raging erection harder still. Painfully fucking hard, really. His cock was about to punch its way out of his slacks, surely.
His mouth found her throat—his teeth biting into the softest part of her neck, where her heart thundered right under the skin with a beat that drove him crazy. He fisted those panties of hers, and yanked them down as his mouth traveled lower.
Salt and sex and sweetness.
That’s what she tasted like.
And all her sounds?
Those gasps …
Her voice …
The moans …
“Fuck,” Kolya grunted against her stomach as he finally got those panties off entirely and tossed somewhere else in the room. “Widen up for me.”
Her legs were already spread, but fuck him if she didn’t open wider just like he told her to. He found her watching him through lowered, thick lashes with a pink flush crawling up her neck and cheeks as he shifted his body lower so he could be between her thighs.
Heaven stared back at him.
If heaven was her cunt.
Wet