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Chapter 5

HOLLAND

Danill stalks toward me. He’s slow and steady, as if he’s a lion and I’m his prey. Stalk me, baby, stalk me. That’s all I can think about as he starts to climb onto the bed. I hold my breath, the sheet still wrapped around my chest.

He reaches for the sheet, gripping it in his fist before he roughly tugs it backward. I’m completely naked and now completely exposed. His gaze slowly slides up my body, stopping at my breasts, then when his eyes find mine, his lips curve up into a grin.

“Danill,” I whisper.

He chuckles, still wearing his pants, he lowers his upper body down and touches his lips to my own. His tongue slides across my bottom lip, then his mouth touches mine in a hard kiss. I wish that I could bottle him up, keep him right here forever.

The man can seriously kiss.

He clears his throat before he lowers his head and I feel his mouth at the hollow of my throat again. He sucks my skin between his teeth, biting down again, and I have to press my thighs together in an effort to relieve the ache that’s building between them.

“Spread,” he demands.

Fuck.

I do just what he says without a second thought. My thighs spread wide for him and I let out a sigh, knowing that relief is on the way.

He shifts backward, rising to his knees, and looks down at me. I hold my breath, scared that if I move, if I even breathe, that he’ll somehow disappear. He lifts one of his hands, placing his palm against the center of my chest, between my breasts.

My entire body trembles at the touch. It feels almost out of this world. His gaze finds mine, holding it and I want to scream and beg for him to touch me. To do more. To take me and make me feel amazing. I think that he can, I take that back, I know that he can. Everything about him is pure sex.

Then, slowly, his hand drags down my body, his fingertips barely touching me as it does. His fingers move down until they stop just above my pussy. He doesn’t go any farther and I almost curse him.

I want more, right fucking now. But he’s not going to give it to me, I can feel it. He’s going to make me wait, make me squirm, maybe even make me beg.

“Danill,” I rasp.

He chuckles, but I can tell he’s not laughing at me as much as he thinks I’m being cute. At least that’s what I tell myself. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I’d rather believe that than think he was laughing at me.

“Look at me,” he demands. My eyes shift from the ceiling to meet his in an instant. “Show me what you’re giving me.”

I gasp. Nobody has ever spoken to me like this before, has demanded this of me. I like it—too much. Spreading my thighs, I open for him, knowing that’s exactly what he wants. He flicks his gaze down, then shifts it back to meet mine.

“Nyet. More,” he barks.

I shake my head, but he doesn’t elaborate. And then I realize what he wants. I can’t do it. I start to tell him just that when he reaches for my hand, wrapping his fingers around my wrist, and forces my fingers between my legs.

“I’ve never. Not in front of anyone,” I whisper.

“Show me,” he demands. He is not letting me get away with not doing anything. He wants this, and he’s going to have it. A shiver of pure need rolls through me at that thought.

With trembling fingers, I pinch my eyes closed, and I spread myself for him. I don’t know why I’m doing this. I don’t know why I don’t tell him to just leave me alone.

That’s a lie, a huge lie.

I don’t want him to leave me alone. Not right now, and maybe not ever. I want to tell him to touch every part of me.

With my eyes closed, I don’t watch him, too embarrassed to see the look on his face. If he thinks this is hot or gross, I don’t know and I don’t want to find out. Nobody has ever seen me like this before.

The lights are off, but I left a lamp on and it’s really bright in here. I’ve spread myself completely open for him. Something he’s demanded. It’s as if he’s inspecting me and I’ve never been through anything like this before.

“Holland,” he calls out. “Open your eyes.”

Again, I force myself to do something extremely uncomfortable, I open myself, though this time it’s not my body, but just my eyes. Looking down at him, my breath hitches. He’s staring at me intently. Then he grins.

“Fucking beautiful, kroshka. Perfect.”

I don’t know why, but my entire body fills with pleasure, with pride at his words. I want to be beautiful to him, perfect too, and I don’t understand why because he’s a stranger.

DANILL

SHE’S FUCKING PERFECT. I want to taste her, but I can’t right now. I need to be inside of her even more. I’ll have a lifetime to do with her what I wish. Right now, I need to feel her cunt wrapped around my cock. I need to know what she feels like.

Sliding my finger through her exposed and beautifully presented pussy, I watch as she twitches against my touch. Keeping my gaze on hers, her eyes widen, then her lips curve up into a small smile as she lets out a sigh.

Fuck.

She feels amazing.

Slipping two fingers inside of her, I turn my hand over and curl my fingers. She lets out a gasp, then lifts her hips to meet my movements. That’s the spot. I fuck her with my fingers, my eyes on hers. I can’t wait to be inside of her, but I have to warm her up first.

I’m going to take every goddamn part of her when it’s time. Every fucking piece of her. Lowering my head, I touch my lips to her clit. I hear her cry out when I do that. I didn’t intend on putting my mouth on her, but I want her to come.

Sucking her clit between my teeth, I flick it with my tongue over and over. Her hips jerk beneath my mouth. My fingers continue to move inside of her. I want to taste her release, to know it’s as sweet as I think that it will be.

If this is going to be mine for life, I want to make damn fucking sure I like every flavor she offers, not just her mouth.

When her thighs start to shake and her hand disappears from her pussy, diving into my hair, I know that she’s close.

Her hips lift, they move, and she searches to try and find her release.

Then her fingers grip my hair so goddamn tightly that I think she’s going to pull it out of my scalp before she lets out a noise that’s a mix between a cry and a purr.

Lifting my eyes, I look up at her and watch as her orgasm takes over her entire body. I continue to lick her clit in even, slow strokes as she rides her release. Slowly, I remove my hand from inside of her, shifting upward before I sink deep inside.

Holland lifts her arms, wrapping them around my back at the same time she lifts her legs and wraps her thighs around my hips. Then she looks into my eyes. Tilting my head down, my lips still wet from her release, I lower my head and touch my mouth to hers.

It’s my turn to take my pleasure, and I do.

Hard.

Shifting my hips backward, I slam them forward. She lets out a noise, ripping her mouth from mine and burying her face in my neck. I fuck her. My hips moving hard and fast, searching and chasing my own orgasm.

Before I get too close to my release, I pull completely out of her. Shifting back onto my knees, I reach out, wrapping my hands around her hips before I roll her onto her stomach. Then, I yank those sexy as fuck hips back toward me.

Aligning my cock with her center, I grip her flesh and I fuck her from behind. My first thrust is balls deep, unapologetic, feeling every fucking inch of her. So goddamn hard and perfect. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall backward and I just feel.

Yeah.

Fuck. Yes.

This I will keep.

She reaches forward, her hands finding the top of her headboard, and then she pushes back against my thrusts. “Yes,” she hisses. “Fuck me hard, please,” she exhales.

Please. Holy fucking shit. Per-fucking-fection.

She does not have to ask me twice. At the same time, I’m afraid my hard will be too much for her. So instead of fucking her as hard as I can, I take her somewhere in the middle. She pushes back on each of my thrusts forward and I feel her climb again.

“Are you going to come again, kroshka?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “I want to.”

Leaning forward, folding over her back, I lift one of my hands and gather her hair in my fist. Tugging her head back, I smile at her sharp intake of breath. Shifting my hips, I close my eyes as I fuck her, feeling her back against my chest, her hair in my fist, and her whimpers escaping her lips.

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