Before she had time to lower her arms, he dipped his head and closed his lips over her nipple. Tamar cried out, fingers digging into his scalp, back bowing to pleasure so acute it bordered on the icy edge of pain.
Not that he granted her any mercy.
His tongue lashed and stabbed at the tip before suckling so hard and deep his cheeks hollowed. With each draw on her flesh a pulse of moisture escaped her sex and coated her folds, her inner thighs.
She whispered incoherent things to him, pleading, praising…maybe demanding. Pleasure had transformed her into a babbling mess.
Nicolai switched from one breast to the other, treating the second nipple to the same attention. His tongue swirled around the tautened peak, tugging on it, lapping like a huge feline before consuming it within the hot cavern of his mouth.
“More?”
“Yes,” she cried out.
He deserted her breasts, lowered her to the blanket and trailed brief open-mouthed kisses down her belly. She shivered, moaning when his knuckles brushed over her skin as he drew her pants down her legs. It occurred to her that his sexy whisper had come from inside her head. His voice had stroked the walls of her mind. How had…
“No!” she screamed. And splintered.
Just one lick of his tongue and she came in a hard, brutal crack of ecstasy.
“Fuck, that was sexy,” he snarled and curled his tongue around her clit, sucking the pulsing nub. Shattered by that abrupt cataclysm, Tamar wearily shoved at his head and shoulders. She needed a moment to recover. But Nicolai circled her wrists, gently but firmly pressed them prisoner to the floor beside her hips and nuzzled her clit. She shivered.
“Again,” he murmured. “Slower.”
She’d barely survived fast. Slow would kill her.
He chuckled, low, husky and full of erotic promise. Had she said that aloud too? Damn, the mind-blowing orgasm must’ve loosened her lips. With sure, swift hands he swept her pants farther down her thighs and completely off.
The first languorous stroke let her know she was in for a long, torturous ride. Her hips jerked as she tried to avoid the almost painful pleasure of his caress over flesh still sensitive from orgasm. In response, Nicolai wedged himself tighter between her thighs, his shoulders spreading her wide so her sex was exposed, open and vulnerable to his eyes and touch.
“Easy,” he said softly and released one of her wrists to pet her sex, to soothe her. Her heart contracted then melted even as her body raged. She appreciated the sentiment but nothing could calm the fire consuming her from the inside out.
“So beautiful,” he murmured and dipped his head. His fingers returned to her arm as the flat of his tongue separated her nether lips, tasting the liquid heat that flowed out of her—damn it—pussy. He groaned, the hum another luxurious sensation on top of many others. Her stomach clenched, went concave as he returned for a second pass. “Such sweet cream.”
One second he was lazy, unhurried, as if he had nowhere to go, no orgasm to give. But in the next, he devoured her. Palming her ass, Nicolai hauled her hips in the air, bent to her pussy and ate her like a starving man at a $1.99 all-you-can-eat buffet.
Lips, tongue, teeth—all came into play as he sucked her clit, licked her swollen lips and fucked her, thrusting deep with his tongue and fingers.
Hands freed from his grasp, she gripped his hair, clutching him to her in case he had any bright ideas about leaving. Not that he seemed discontent between her thighs, driving her toward a release that would make the previous one feel like a ripple on the surface of a summer pond.
Or a firecracker in the face of an atom bomb.
On a snarl that would later shock and embarrass the hell out of her, she undulated her hips, circling and grinding, riding his mouth as she chased the orgasm that crackled just out of reach.
Two long fingers plunged in and out of her quivering pussy while his oh-so-bad tongue stabbed and flicked her clit.
“Nico,” she gasped. Shuddered. Cried out. Her back tightened and lightening sizzled up her spine, raced back down and imploded.
When she returned to earth moments—eons—later, it amazed her she remained in one piece. She stared up at him, too dazed to move or speak. Pleasure buzzed through her, a hive of drunken bees.
Quickly he leaned back, shoved the black pants down his hips and thighs. Rising to the balls of his feet, he pushed the soft material farther down and kicked it away, his usually sinuous, graceful movements jerky and hurried. He crawled over her on his hands and knees. The flames from the fireplace leapt in his violet eyes, emphasizing the fierce snarl on his lips, the harsh jut of his cheekbones. His body, honed by hundreds of years of battle, strained above her and the perfect marble-like column of his cock jutted out from between his rock-hard thighs.