Page 62 of Dark Seduction
"Is that so?" I murmur against her skin, my hands exploring her curves, feeling her shiver under my touch.
She arches her back, pressing her breasts closer to my mouth. I take one nipple between my lips, sucking gently, then harder, making her gasp. My hand moves lower, finding the heat between her legs, her wetness making me groan.
"I love watching your face when I touch you.”
I slide my fingers inside her, finding her slick and ready. I pump them slowly, my thumb circling her clit, watching her face contort with pleasure.
"Don't stop," she pleads, her voice quivering as her hips move in rhythm with my fingers.
I press deeper, curling my fingers inside her, finding that perfect spot. My thumb circles her clit with increasing pressure, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
"Oh, Lev," she moans again, her body trembling with the buildup of her orgasm. Her back arches off the bed, and I can feel her tightening around my fingers, teetering on the edge.
"Come for me," I whisper against her ear.
Her body responds instantly, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as she shatters around my hand. Her walls pulse and contract,her juices coating my fingers as she rides out the waves of her climax. I watch her face, the way her eyes flutter shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy.
As she comes down from her high her breathing slows, and she opens her eyes to meet mine, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
"That was amazing," she murmurs, her hand reaching down to cover mine, still resting against her.
Before I can respond, she slides her hand down to my cock, her fingers brushing against the hard bulge straining against my slacks. She gives it a gentle squeeze, making me groan with pent-up desire.
"Your turn," she whispers.
Just as she's about to unbutton my slacks, a chime sounds from my phone on the nightstand, breaking up the moment. I let out a frustrated sigh, glancing over at the offending device.
"Ignore it," she urges, her hand continuing to caress me through the fabric.
I want nothing more than to heed her advice, but the persistent sound of another text chime draws my attention back.
"I can't," I say reluctantly, pulling away slightly. "It might be important."
She pouts but understanding flickers in her eyes as she releases me. I reach over to the nightstand, grabbing my phone and unlocking the screen. The message displayed makes my stomach knot.
"It's from the office," I explain. "I need to handle this."
She sits up, still looking disappointed but nods in understanding. "Duty calls," she says softly, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
I'm jolted out of the moment by the shrill ring of my phone. It's Yuri. I step out of our room into the hallway to take the call.
“Talk to me.”
Yuri's voice is abrupt. "We've finally made a connection with the motorcycles. Traced them back to an owner—a man named Nikolai Vetrov. Turns out, he's an associate of Plushenko."
A surge of rage flares up inside me, but I clamp it down, keeping my voice calm. "Good work. I'll be in soon to discuss. We need to move fast on this."
"Understood," Yuri replies, and I end the call.
When I return to the bedroom, Dalia is sitting up, her expression etched with concern. "Is everything okay?" she asks, watching me closely.
I nod, trying to reassure her while keeping the details sparse. "We may have a lead on the attacks.”
"So I'll be working from home as usual then.”
I lean down and give her a deep, lingering kiss, a promise of my return.
"Stay safe," I murmur against her lips, then straighten and head out for the day, my mind already shifting gears to the day ahead.