Page 74 of Wicked Knight
“Then take me.”
“Not here. Back in my bed.” He scoops me up with that air of dominance, and I slip my arms around his neck. “I want to play with you.”
I smile back at him, and we kiss as he carries me out to the bedroom.
He sets me on the bed, laying me out like I’m a meal he wants to feast on.
Dmitri’s eyes lock on mine, dark and consuming with the kind of stare that sees everything.
He gets on top of me, hovering over my body and trapping me. He brushes his lips over mine, the unexpected tenderness a contradiction to the hunger burning in his gaze. Then he opens the drawer of the nightstand and takes out a black sash.
He dangles it in front of my face. “Gives me your wrists, Spider.”
My eyes widen. He wants to tie me up. “Will it hurt?”
“No. I won’t hurt you.” His voice is rough and alluring. “But I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
I smile at that and hand over my wrists. He takes them and binds them above my head with the sash.
In all my wildness, I’ve never been tied up before, even though I’ve made people believe I have. I never trusted anyone to do it before and not hurt me.
It feels weird to not be able to use my hands yet adventurous at the same time.
He licks the hollow in my throat before trailing his tongue back up my neck, where he nibbles on my skin. Then his hand is between my legs, stroking my folds.
My thoughts scatter when he moves straight to my pussy and licks over my clit. I’m already wet and ready for him, but the extra attention from his tongue draws more moisture from me.
“I love how wet you are.” He speaks against my clit, his hot breath making me writhe beneath him.
He pushes a finger into my pussy, swirls it around and around, then lifts it to my mouth. “Taste the pleasure of your sweet cunt, Mackenzie.”
Opening my mouth, I obey, and he pushes his finger inside.
I taste myself and groan as my sweetness makes me wetter.
“I knew you’d like that.” Dmitri grins and returns to eating me out.
My clit throbs with each thrust of his tongue, and I moan my pleasure, feeling even better with my wrists restrained. It’s so weird but true.
The prelude to a wild orgasm grips at my insides. Just when I think I’m going to come, Dmitri replaces his tongue with his cock.
It’s like he knew I was going to come and chose that moment to bury himself inside me.
With a menacing grin, he pushes deeper, his thick length heightening my pleasure.
My pussy contracts around him, and every nerve in my body sings with ecstasy.
God, he feels so good. Every thrust has me swimming in pleasure.
My whole body is tight and aroused, and as he pounds into me, it’s like the world moves, too. My pussy spasms around him again, and he drives deeper into me, fucking me into the mattress. I come instantly, and he groans from the impact of my walls squeezing around his cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he husks.
All I can do is moan my response, then he fucks me so hard I feel like I’m going to split in two.
My body bows, lifting off the bed and pressing into him.
He slips an arm around my waist, pausing for a moment to pull out and turn me around so I’m on my hands and knees.