The Only Woman to Defy Him(66)

                ‘Alina!’

                She ignored his protest, though, and down her mouth slid till she painted his intimate length, holding it, exploring it at her leisure, denying him as he tried to thrust it in her mouth and just soft-kissing the swollen head.

                His hand pushed her down. ‘I show you how,’ he said, yet she refused to be one of Demyan’s perpetual puppets.

                ‘I don’t need to be shown,’ Alina said. ‘I’ve never tasted you there before and I want to take my time...’ He was the best thing she had ever tasted and she relished him with her mouth. Lost to his intimate scent, she curled her tongue around his length but Demyan did not want her to take time, he did not want the mouth that moved slowly back up his stomach and left him aching. Demyan did not want more colour added to his chest.

                ‘Why can’t you relax?’ Alina asked.

                ‘Because the second I do, the ground cracks, the sky...’

                ‘No.’ She kissed his mouth but he turned his head away.

                ‘I’d prefer your mouth somewhere else.’

                ‘Tough,’ Alina said, because no longer did he offend her. ‘I want to kiss.’

                ‘I want to come.’

                ‘Why the rush?’ she said, though her mouth did move back down to meet his aching length.

                He wanted to give in, to just lie there and let her; he wanted, he wanted so much so that even as his hand pushed her head down he almost regretted it, for her kisses were so teasing and sweet.

                She was swirling his head with her tongue, soft, gentle sucks, rising instead of lowering when he thrust his hips. It was driving him insane. If she would just obey his hands he would bury himself in her and force her to a more rapid conclusion, yet she would not move.

                Demyan went to her hair, tried to guide her with his hand.

                He had to come.

                ‘If you push my head down one more time,’ Alina said, ‘I’ll tie your hands to the bed...’ She faltered. She hadn’t meant it like that but as their eyes met for a long moment, perhaps, Alina realised, she had.

                ‘Other way round,’ Demyan said.

                ‘Not always.’ She smiled and got back to teasing his length but as she gave him head she was struggling to keep hers, to be strong, to be herself, to not submit to a man who refused to submit. Alina adored the taste of him, loved the feel of him almost writhing as he tried to stay still. There was a building tension in him and it was flaring also in her. Slowly she relished him, took him just a little deeper, teased him some more, but as she pulled back and blew on him, then, just as she was about to give in, to take him deeper, to succumb to his will, Demyan got there first.

                He rolled her, a wedge of muscle hauled her up the bed and onto her back. A shocked, excited laugh came from Alina, as he held her wrists over her head.

                She was laughing as he parted her thighs, ruing that her game had gone on just a little too long, but next time...

                He felt her writhing, fighting the constraint, burning beneath him but laughing too, and then he felt her start to come.

                ‘Always,’ Demyan said, as he pulsed inside the malleable mystery woman beneath him and, hell, who could resist exploring that side of her?