her chest and blood pounding through her clit. He reached out to the end table and removed a pair of scissors. He cut the shirt into strips, so he could pull it off her without removing the cuffs. Now the lights played over her bare skin, creating shadows and hollows almost lovingly.
“Yes, Ania, that’s the way it’s going to be. You love me. I know that you do.” His hand slid between her legs, two fingers plunging deep, making her cry out. He lifted them into that light right in front of her eyes. “You want me just like this. You tied down, waiting for me to do anything to you. It makes you hot as hell, doesn’t it?”
She considered lying, but one couldn’t lie to one’s mate and get away with it. Besides, the evidence was gleaming on his fingers right in front of her eyes. She nodded slowly. He pressed his fingers to her lips, forcing her mouth open so he could push his fingers inside. “Suck them clean the way you sucked my cock this afternoon.”
Her clit pulsed at the raw sexiness of his demand. Her sheath clenched. What about him made her feel so helplessly compelled to do anything he told her? And why did she love it so much? And him? Why did she love him so much? She sucked on his fingers, tasting herself, tasting her need of him. Her hunger for him.
“I’m through with your indecision, kotyonok, and I’m not a man to tolerate something when I’m through. I didn’t like your behavior today and you’re never going to act like that again. You will apologize to my cousin.”
That would be a bitter pill. He might deserve an apology, but he was such a jerk sometimes. She knew Mitya saw it on her face that the last thing she wanted to do was tell his cousin she was sorry for anything.
The look on Mitya’s face scared her as he stood up. He caught the towel he had around his waist with one hand, pulled it off and tossed it aside. His cock was standing straight up. Thick. Feral. Long. Her gaze went to his erection and got caught there. He was amazing. Just looking at him put the wild taste of him in her mouth. She licked her lips.
What they’d done earlier had been unexpected and even a little difficult, but she’d loved it and she wanted to do it again. She loved the feel and shape of him, the heat and silk over steel of him. He was beautiful, and he could make her feel so good.
He put one knee on the bed beside her hip and bent his head to her breast. He sucked her left mound into the hot cavern of his mouth. His tongue was wicked, flicking and slapping at her nipple and then pressing the tight bud to the roof of his mouth. His teeth scraped back and forth, alternately gentle and then hard so that she wasn’t certain what she was feeling. Each time his teeth bit down, lightning shot from her nipples to her clit.
He tugged and rolled her nipple and then lavished more attention on it, sucking and teasing with his tongue and teeth. Her breath came in ragged sobs by the time he lifted his head, his hands busy, sliding a small ring over the bud and then tightening it. She gasped and looked down to see him twisting a clamp.
“What are you doing?” Fire spread. Kept spreading. The heat didn’t stay on her nipple but spread through her body, until she felt like she might come apart. She couldn’t tell if she was feeling pleasure or pain, only that her sheath was pulsing, every nerve ending alive from her breasts to her sex.
Mitya didn’t answer her. He bent his head to her right breast and began all over. She was helpless to do anything but watch the lights play in his damp hair. He used his mouth ruthlessly, expertly. His tongue was a weapon of pleasure, his teeth moving between pain and pleasure until her head was spinning and she was crying out with need. Her hips wouldn’t stop moving, no matter how hard she tried to keep them still. Once more, his fingers were tugging and rolling and pinching, pulling her nipple into that tight bead that he pushed the ring over. Fire came. Hot. Wild. Out of control. Spreading through her until she wanted to beg him for release.