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My fingers find the waist of Gleb’s joggers, and as they curl around the elastic, his lips find the lobe of my ear.
“Mel,” he breathes, my name tinged with warning, but then he gently bites down on the sensitive flesh.
I groan, my body rippling with desire as my core clenches deliciously. “Don’t tell me no,” I plead, my hands working to undo the tie that keeps them up.
To my intense relief, he doesn’t say another word. Instead, his lips find the tender skin behind my ear. And as I continue to undress him, he slowly works his way down to my clavicle.
Air rushes from my lungs as my excitement builds to the point of imploding. And if he doesn’t fill my needs soon, I just might die.
“Please, Gleb,” I whimper, taking his hand and guiding it beneath my shirt. “Touch me.”
The low growl that rumbles from his chest is nothing short of animalistic. And the erotic sound makes me gasp. Warmth seeps from his palm into my core, and I breathe heavily as his hand travels up my ribcage to cup my lace-clad breasts.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans.
Squirming beneath him, I find the hem of my shirt. I pull it up the length of my body, arching my back so I can take it off over my head. I’m desperate for more of him. All of him. And he’s taking so long, it’s torturous.
He seems to interpret my gesture as permission to go one step further. His lips travel slowly down my chest, following the swell of my breasts until his nose tickles my sternum, his mouth pressing between my cleavage.
My chest heaves, my lungs dragging in ragged breaths as my heart beats wildly. And I wonder if he can feel it against his soft lips. Gleb’s hand gently grazes my nipple through the lace of my bra, teasing the taut point.
And because I can’t stand it any longer, I grab his arm braced against the bed. Pulling it down, I send him toppling sideways so I can roll on top of him. He snarls, his eyes bright with arousal rather than pain. And I try my best not to disrupt the bandage covering his ribs as my hips settle against his.
When I reach behind me to unclasp my bra, the fire in his eyes turns molten.
I love it when he looks at me that way.
I don’t wait for him to take charge and undress me. I can’t.
Wiggling out of my pants, I try to strip as seductively as I can manage. Thankfully, my years at Pearl’s taught me a thing or two about how to make it look sexy. And Gleb watches with rapt attention as I shift on top of him. His fingers brush lightly across my skin, as if ready to stabilize me if I lose my balance.
When I discard the last shred of fabric that covers me, Gleb seems unable to hold back any longer. Wrapping a strong arm around my hips, he sits up, bringing me firmly against his chest as he rolls on top of me once again.
His joggers are still slung low on his hips, revealing that sharply defined V that points to the iron rod pressing adamantly against the gray fabric. And the feel of it against my exposed flesh makes my mouth water.
I reach for the waistline once more, but quick as a flash, Gleb captures my hand, guiding it up over my head. He does it slowly, intentionally, his grip firm and authoritative, but not enough to make me feel restrained. Instead, he delivers my hand to his arm that’s braced against the bed by my head. And when he’s finished with one, he does the same to the other, pinning my hands together so I can’t keep touching him.
My breaths grow shallow, my heart racing as his captivating green eyes study my face. What he’s searching for, I don’t know, but the intensity in his gaze makes my skin buzz with anticipation.
His free hand travels slowly down my body. Starting at my lips, he traces them with the pad of his thumb before following my jawline, my throat, my collarbone, my breast. The rough texture of his calluses contrasts the soft way he tickles my flesh, raising goosebumps in his wake.
My nipples are hard enough to cut glass as they silently beg him to take them between his lips. But he doesn’t. His eyes remain intent on mine, registering every shift as I climb swiftly toward an orgasm before he’s even reached the peak of my thighs.
And when he does, the tips of his fingers finally brushing across my sensitive clit, a gasping moan escapes me. My muscles tense. Thighs trembling, I arch beneath him, and my hips flex to desperately seek the friction I crave.
“You’re trembling,” Gleb murmurs, his body as tight as a piano wire as he pauses on top of me.
“I think I might lose my mind if you keep teasing me like this,” I breathe. The tension in my chest is suffocating, my arousal so consuming I’m lightheaded.
And my clit throbs at the scintillation sound of his wicked chuckle.
“I didn’t realize that’s what I was doing,” he rasps, the huskiness in his voice causing my stomach to do somersaults.
Christ, please! I want to scream, I need him so badly. My hips buck beneath his palm, seeming to take on a life of their own as they demand more.
And I moan lustily as his fingers slide between my folds, entering my pussy in one slick, gliding motion. The heel of his palm finds my clit, and when he starts to add pressure, I completely lose control.
Panting, I roll my hips as I ride his fingers, grinding against his hand. His hips hover over me, a solid wall that helps intensify the friction without trapping me. And I know I’m about to topple into oblivion.
