Page 31 of Tracking Shadows

"Shit," he hisses, his hips bucking. "You trying to bite my dick off, kitten?"

"Maybe that's the plan."

He arches an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "Well, in that case, I'm happy to oblige. But if you want to learn how to do it right, I can teach you."

I lean in again, my breath warm against the tip of him, and I look up through my lashes, seeing the desire burning in his eyes.

"Teach me," I whisper, and his hand tightens in my hair, pulling me closer as he does.

Alexei's grip on my hair tightens, guiding me in a slow, tortuous pace. "Take your time," he murmurs hoarse with desire. "Use your tongue." I nod, my lips still wrapped around him, and I begin to move at my own pace, taking him deeper with each stroke. I hollow my cheeks again, sucking hard, and he groans, his head tossing back. "That's it, kitten. Fuck! Just like that."

His hands release my hair, and they move to my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples. I moan, the vibration of it causing him to hiss.

"Your mouth, it's so fucking perfect," he says.

He begins to thrust slowly, gently.

I relax my jaw, wanting to take more of him, and my hands move to his hips, gripping them as I set a rhythm. I can feel his length, thick and hard, and I add my hands to where my mouth can't reach, stroking him, exploring. I graze my nails lightly along his sensitive skin, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. "Fuck."

His hips snap involuntarily, and he thrusts deeper, his breathing becoming more ragged. "You like that?" I hum in response, my mouth full, and he groans again. "Suck me, baby. Use your mouth to make me come."

His words are a demand, but the plea is there, and I find myself wanting to give him what he craves.

I increase the suction, taking him as deep as I can, my hands moving in unison with my mouth. I can taste the saltiness of his arousal, and it spurs me on, knowing that I'm bringing him pleasure.

As I continue to suck and stroke, his movements become more urgent, his breath coming in sharp gasps. "Irina. I'm close."

I suck harder, wanting to feel him lose control, wanting to taste him. And then, with a sharp cry, he surges forward, his hands tangling back in my hair as he comes in my mouth.

The taste of him, the feel of his release, sends a thrill through me, and I swallow, relishing his sharp intake of breath. I suck gently, milking him for every last drop, my hands moving gently now, soothingly.

Finally, he pulls out, his breathing ragged, and he hauls me up, kissing me deeply. I taste myself on him, and it only adds to the arousal coiling within me. "You did so good, kitten," he murmurs against my lips, his hands tangling in my hair once more, but this time, softly, possessively. "Now it's my turn to take care of you.”

He raises me up, his hands gentle but firm on my arms, and pulls me close, crushing his mouth to mine. The kiss is fierce and all-consuming, tasting of passion and the faintest hint of salt from our mingled releases. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him to me as if I could ever let him go.

Then, he breaks the kiss and slowly lowers me back onto the bed, his eyes burning with an intense heat. He settles between my knees, his legs bracketing mine, and leans down to nuzzle my jaw. His stubble creates a delicious friction that has me arching my neck to give him better access.

His hands slide to the rope belt of my gown, and with a quick tug, he undoes it, letting the fabric fall open. I shift, sitting up, and he pulls the gown off my shoulders, baring me to the waist. My breasts are full and heavy, my nipples taut with desire, and his eyes darken as he takes in the sight.

"Fuck," he swears, reaching out to cup one breast, his thumb grazing the tight peak. "Tease," he murmurs against my skin. "You know what you do to me?”

He teases the bud with his teeth and soothes it with his tongue, I bite my lip, my heart pounding. "Maybe,"

His lips hover just above my breasts, his eyes holding mine captive. "I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?" I breathe, my chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

"That you've been thinking about this," he says, his thumb brushing against my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through me. "That you wanted my mouth on you, my hands on your body."

I swallow, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment as a fresh wave of desire hits me. "Yes," I whisper, my voice hoarse. "I've wanted this. Wanted you."

A soft growl escapes him, and he pulls me closer, his mouth finally claiming what he'd been teasingly denying us both. "Tell me again," he demands, his lips and tongue working magic on my aching flesh. "Tell me how much you wanted this.”

I moan, my head falling back, my body arching into him. "So much, Alexei. God, I need you."

His hands grasp my hips, holding me firmly in place as he continues to worship my breasts, sucking, nipping, until I'm a trembling mess beneath him. "You have no idea how good you look like this, all flushed and wanting. It's all I can do not to take you hard and fast."

He lifts his head, his eyes dark and hooded, the same raw desire I feel reflected back at me. "But I plan to savor every inch of you, kitten. Every. Damn. Inch.”