The red tint on his cheekbones showed that she wasn’t the only one affected. Drago might be older and more experienced than her, but that wasn’t boredom she saw in his eyes. He watched every movement she made as he dipped his tongue inside of her. Closing her eyes, she wasn’t able to watch him as he thrust his tongue inside before pulling it out, then thrusting it inside her again. Fucking her with his tongue, Katarina couldn’t prevent the whimpers that left her mouth.
Her body felt boneless, his mouth the only thing keeping her pinned to earth. Each bite, lick, and rub of his tongue made it irresistible to stay right where she was. If she stayed in the same place for the rest of her life, she wanted to stay right there with Drago.
A fissure of desire lanced through her when he inserted a finger inside of her, her thighs splaying wider voluntarily, giving Drago anything he wanted. His mouth lingered over her clit as his finger drove deeper inside of her.
She shuddered when he began moving it inside in a motion that had her biting down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming out loud.
The glide of his finger had her hips rising, yet again wanting more than he was giving her. The tingling ache was getting stronger and fiercer, building to a point she wasn’t sure she could withstand.
“Drago!” Moaning, she twisted and turned as her nails tore at his hair. She didn’t want him to stop. What she did want was more, and Drago wasn’t giving it to her.
A swipe of his tongue on her clit had her shouting at him, “Please….”
His eyes flashed back to hers as his tongue swiped over her clit again, this time much slower.
That swipe had her bunching his hair in her hands.
Easing his fingers out of her, then pushing them inside again as he played with her clit was more than she could take. Strong pulses rippled through her channel as her muscles clamped down on his fingers as her climax consumed what was left of her thoughts, whirling her in a dance of desire that Drago expertly guided her through step-by-step.
It was only when he removed his fingers and mouth from her body that she realized it was over. Blinking at him dazedly, she watched as he stood up.
He’s not going to do this to me again, is he?!
She was still blinking at him soundlessly as he went to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.
Why can’t you just fuck m—?
Thirty-Eight
Back Out the Rabbit Hole
Lying in bed next to him, she felt an ache in her heart at seeing the small space between them. It was only a couple of inches that separated them, but it felt like a mile.
He had told her it was late and that they needed to get some rest, but she couldn’t help but feel there was a reason why he abruptly stopped himself from touching her—again.
Katarina had been willing to give herself to him, but he didn’t want to take it.
She wondered if she needed to help him take it. She had just been lying there, after all, while he was the one who gifted out the pleasure. That was probably what bugged her about it the most. She wanted him to feel what she felt, and he wasn’t even giving it a chance.
She scooted over closer to him. She was inexperienced, sure, but she didn’t think it should be that hard to push him over the edge. He’d already almost been there twice, only seeming to stop himself the second before it was too late.
Drago was still awake, reaching out to wrap an arm around her waist when he felt her body come up next to his.
Her hand went to his solid chest feeling the strong muscles underneath, causing her desire that she’d felt for him earlier to come back full force. She placed her lips on his neck, finding the warm skin in the dark of the night, giving just a sweet kiss at first, before the wetness of her tongue replaced that innocent one.
Those muscles under her hand instantly tensed. Taking it as a sign she was doing something right, she tried to go lower but was stopped by the strong arm holding her tightly in place.
His voice came out more as a growl. “What are you doing, Katarina?”
“I just wanted to return the favor,” she told him, placing another kiss on his neck.
Drago moved out from being slightly underneath her, sitting up on the edge of the bed to rub his hands in his hair.
She couldn’t help but feel like she’d done something wrong, and she didn’t like that feeling. Unable to take being dissed any longer, she sat up as well, only coming to two conclusions as to why he was doing this. “Is it because I’m a Luciano or because you don’t like the way I look?”