She couldn’t talk, but she would have said it was sinful. Wicked. The best, most perfect mouth in all the world.
He didn’t wait for her answer. He used his tongue to dance over her sex, wiggling from side to side and then pressing hard, flicking and slapping and then suckling strongly. His teeth grazed her gently and she nearly came off the bed. She would have if it wasn’t for his hand pinning her down.
His mouth was everywhere. His kisses soft. His tongue had a rhythm that sent fire dancing through her body, but she couldn’t keep up with where the flames were going next. The intensity built and then receded, fast and then slow, kissing and then a shocking nip of his teeth.
He was killing her. The care he was taking. This may have started out as a joke between them, but he was loving her with his mouth, and she felt it. She felt it in his touch. In his kiss. In his tongue, even his teeth.
When he sent her crashing over the edge, she found herself with tears running down her face. She’d lost her family and thought her life was over. She had planned revenge and knew she would most likely die or end up in prison, but Mitya had given her life back to her. He’d stopped his car in the rain to help her and he’d somehow fallen in love with her.
“Baby. Kotyonok,” he whispered the endearments as he rubbed his face on her thigh. “Why the tears? Tell me what’s wrong.” He sat on the edge of the bed and tugged until she was in his arms.
“Everything is right.” Her response was muffled by his chest. “You just make me feel very loved sometimes. I convince myself you want me because of Dymka, or because the sex between us is amazing. Then you do something like that.”
He held her tightly to him. The way he did that made her feel safe, even though their world seemed very unstable. He nuzzled the top of her head. “I love you more than anything, Ania. You have to always remember that. You’re my world. I would give up everything for you. Believe me, I wish I’d never taken this position. Had I even an inkling that you were somewhere in the world, I wouldn’t have done it. I keep urging Sevastyan to get out, but he won’t listen.”
He reached down for her shoes and jeans. Ania reluctantly caught the jeans to her and stood up, making her way to the bathroom to clean herself before pulling on the stretchy material. Mitya followed her, washing his face and rinsing out his mouth.
“I hate letting go of your taste. Nothing tastes as good as you.”
She sent him a small smile, although color washed her pale skin. “You say things that are so wrong and yet sound as sexy as hell. I think you might be the devil, Mitya, tempting me straight into sin and damnation.”
He threw back his head and laughed. She loved the sound. Mitya didn’t laugh often, and it was even rarer for a full-blown laugh to escape. “I could be that, my beautiful Ania. If so, you’re my angel I love to corrupt.”
She put her shoes on and went straight to a little drawer hidden with the others in the intricate carvings on the footboard. “When I was young, these small drawers were filled with rocks. I was fascinated with every type of rock there was. I drove my mother nuts bringing rocks home and leaving them everywhere. If the vacuum was being run, sooner or later, a rock would suddenly mess up the motor. Eventually, she said it was the rocks or her. It was a tough decision, but I chose her, and my precious collection of rocks was thrown into the yard.”
Deliberately she sounded pouty, and Mitya laughed again. “How terribly sad for you.” He spoke into his radio, calling Sevastyan back.
His cousin must have been standing right outside the door because there was no hesitation and he was back. Ania opened each of the drawers. The third drawer held a small unfamiliar notebook, and her heart nearly seized at the sight and then began to pound hard and fast. She took it out slowly and handed it to Mitya.
“This isn’t mine. It isn’t anything I’ve ever seen before.”