Relief crept into her eyes. He went to the bottom of the bed, reached out and caught her ankles, yanking them apart. Her gaze jumped to his face. Wild. Purple. Instantly sensual. So much heat.
“I know you’re tired, kotyonok, so you aren’t required to do anything but sit there and rest. I want to indulge myself.”
His fingers surrounded her ankles and slid up her calves. He loved the feel of the silk of her skin. “In any case, the minute Jewel heard Dymka had threatened you, she wanted no part of me for you, or Dymka for her.”
“That makes sense.”
He could tell her breath had caught in her throat. She sounded as if she strained for air. He continued to stroke her legs, stretching them wider apart, his hands massaging her knees and then just above them. He liked looking at her welcoming liquid glistening between her lips for him. So beautiful. Telling him she liked his particular brand of lovemaking.
“I explained to him that we are not Lazar. We do not rule by fear, particularly our women. He understood. He already knew it was wrong but didn’t know how to make things right. He wants to talk to her. I told him he would have to wait. I want my time with you. I’ve missed you.” He’d been very careful with her since her father died.
He leaned down and nibbled his way up the inner thigh of her left leg, followed that up by licking up the same path and then using his teeth, scraping back and forth as he tracked that same trail. Her entire body shuddered, and she would have shifted her legs, but he held on to them, his body between them. He kept her spread wide open for him.
He looked up at her. “Baby, what did I say? I’m in the mood to indulge myself. That means you don’t move. You stay where I put you.”
He bit down on her soft, sensitive inner thigh, up high, close to her entrance. He made it count, wanting her to see he could reprimand her in a sensuous, erotic way. His tongue immediately stroked a soothing rasp over the sting.
“Ow!” She glared at him, but she didn’t pull her leg away.
More fresh honey spilled from her body. He swiped his finger over it and drew it into his mouth before switching his attention to her right thigh. He repeated the same action on that side, nibbling, licking and then scraping with his teeth gently. Because he’d nipped her on her left, it was only fair to repeat the same action on the right.
“Ow!” she snapped again and caught his hair in her fist.
She didn’t try to pull his head away, which was a good thing. Mitya smiled against her leg. “You look a little like a prune,” he lied, rubbing at the inside of her thigh. Up high. Close to where she wanted him to touch. But he didn’t touch.
Ania tried to stay still for him, but she squirmed just a little. He lifted his head. “Woman. You are not listening.”
“You’re making the rules impossible on purpose.”
“So I can indulge my need to punish you.” He bent his head and lapped at her clit. Her entire body shuddered with pleasure and her fist tightened in his hair. He lifted his head again.
“You have a need to punish me?” Her eyebrows went up, but there was color sweeping up her breasts and into her neck and face. Her nipples were hard little peaks.
“I like seeing your very pretty ass cheeks with my handprints all over them. I like biting your ass too,” he admitted. “And then rubbing all that heat in so it spreads through your pretty little pussy and I get the benefits.”
Ania nearly choked. “I see.”
“If you don’t want me to indulge that side of me, you had better stay very still.” He lifted his head and suddenly jerked her body down, using her thighs, so she slid along the mattress until she was lying flat.
She let out a small cry and then stifled a laugh. “You’re so crazy, Mitya.”
“I’m so hungry, Ania,” he countered, and cupped her bottom with both hands to lift her hips from the bed. He blew warm air over her, half expecting steam to rise. He could feel the heat pour off her. “If I could, I’d eat you a hundred times a day,” he said, meaning it. “I love the way you taste.”
“How do I taste?”
“Like you’re mine.” He bent his head to her and settled his mouth over that slit dripping with his own particular aphrodisiac. For him, her taste had that exquisite taste of wild honeycomb, fragrant with citrus or sometimes lavender, like now. She tended to linger on his tongue, reminding him often how different she was. He savored every bite, lick, his mouth, tongue and teeth moving over and in her. He suckled her clit, savoring that exotic flavor.