An heiress for his empire

She reached down to unhook her stockings, but he put a staying hand. “Let me.”

“Okay.” She straightened and waited.

With no consideration for the expensive fabric of his tuxedo trousers, Vik knelt in front of her. But rather than undoing the slide button holding her stocking in place, he settled his big hands on her hips and leaned forward to press a kiss between her breasts.

Her breath caught and her knees went weak. “Vik, please.”

“Please what?” he asked, his voice dark with passion. “This?”

He nuzzled the slopes of her breasts, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. Little sparks of pleasure chased the path he took with his mouth.

His hands slid around to cup her bottom and then fingertips teased the exposed skin between the bottom of her panties and the tops of her stockings.

She only realized he’d undone the hooks when the soft silk slid down first one thigh and then another—with a little help from Vik.

Over a month ago, she’d never been touched like this, but now her body knew the delight to be had. She felt empty inside in a way she never had before she’d known what it was like to be filled up.

Her thighs quivered with brush of his fingertips while part of her craved even more. Firmer touch, more intimate caresses.

Her nipples had already drawn tight in anticipation of his attention.

Images of what he’d done before melded with the present to intensify every brush of skin against skin.

Vik reached behind her to undo the corset and she was grateful she’d gone for one with a zipper rather than laces. It parted and came away from her overheated skin in a matter of seconds.

“Mmmm...” he hummed, his expression both pleased and predatory. “Almost there.”

There was no surprise when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugged them down. Only a sense of breathless anticipation.

With one final kiss on each of her nipples, he stood. “Now, that is the most beautiful sight I could ever imagine.”

Heat suffused her body; she’d lost her ability to suppress her blushes around this man.

None of her defense mechanisms came naturally around Vik anymore.

“You’re still dressed.” Her voice sounded like a croaking frog.

“Would you like to change that?” he asked, his tone filled with sensual challenge.

In answer, she stepped forward and undid his bow tie.

“I’m starting to understand how you feel about unwrapping gifts,” she said as she pulled the tie slowly from the starched collar of his shirt.

“Yes?”

“Oh, yes.” She took her time on the buttons as well, leaning forward to inhale his masculine scent and nuzzle the chest hair not covered by his white silk undershirt.

Maddie reveled in each new inch of golden skin revealed, taking her time to touch and kiss as he had done.

Funny how quickly she’d gained the confidence to do this, but then he’d never reacted with anything but all-out enthusiasm to any sexual overture she made. No matter how small.

When she had him completely naked, she stepped forward so their bodies were flush. He was so much bigger than her and yet they fit together like they’d been created as adjoining pieces of a puzzle.

They kissed for several very satisfying minutes, no sense of urgency, just pleasure as they connected as intimately as when he was inside her.

But there was something she wanted to do, something she hadn’t yet tried, something that intrigued, but also intimidated her.

What better time to take the plunge but on her wedding night?

She pulled back to break the kiss, but he drew her back in. This happened a few more times before she finally managed to separate their lips and bodies.

“I want to taste you,” she told him.

A supernova flared in his eyes. “I’m not about to tell you no.”

“I didn’t think you would.” She dropped to her knees in front of him.

“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable on the bed?” he asked, sounding like it really mattered to him.

And she knew it did.

She took his large erection in her hand and caressed up and down. “Maybe, but not yet.” Maddie stroked him a second time.

Groaning, Vik swayed.

She loved the velvety smoothness of his skin here and knowing that small touch affected him in such a primal way.

Leaning forward, Maddie took her first real taste of Vik’s straining sex. The skin should taste like any other skin on his body, but it was even more addictive to her taste buds.

Drops of preejaculate burst with flavor on her tongue and she thought how she would be the only one who got to experience this. Never again would another woman know him in this way.

Only Maddie.

Vik was hers.

She swirled her tongue around the spongy skin of his head and he made a sound between a growl and a groan. “Please, milaya moya.”