Page 39 of Gilded in Blood

She’s shaking. I’m hard as steel. And for the first time in my life, I don’t give a fuck about control.

I just want her.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Kirill

I kiss her neck again, slower this time, letting my tongue taste the chlorine and the warmth of her skin. Savoring the way she shivers under my mouth.

My hands grip the curve of her waist, fingers digging into her soft, wet skin as I pull her even closer. The taste of chlorine and her natural sweetness is driving me insane.

“Tell me to stop, Milana,” I rasp against her collarbone, giving her one last chance to be the reasonable one between us both.

She moans softly instead, her hands sliding into my hair, holding me there.

I pull back just enough to look at her. “Say it. Tell me to stop right now.”

Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust. “Don’t stop,” she breathes. “Please… don’t stop.”

A dark, possessive sound rumbles from my chest. “You have no idea what you just did.”

I kiss my way down her body, slow, tasting every inch of her cool, damp skin.

“Sit.”

I guide her down until she’s sitting on the lounge chair. Then I drop to my knees between her spread thighs like a man starved.

I’ve been dreaming about this since that night I tasted her on her fingers. I hook my fingers into the sides of her tiny bikini bottoms and slide them down her legs, letting them drop to the floor.

Her pussy is perfect. Pink, glistening, already swollen. The scent of her arousal hits me like a drug, sweet, musky, all her. I lean in and inhale deeply, letting it fill my lungs.

“Fuck… you smell so good,” I groan.

She whimpers.

I blow a soft stream of cool air over her heated folds. Her thighs tremble. Then I drag my tongue slowly up her seam in one long, broad stroke, tasting her properly for the first time.

The flavor explodes on my tongue, sweet, tangy, addictive. Nothing has ever tasted this good. I groan against her, the sound vibrating into her core, and dive in deeper.

I eat her like a man possessed. I lick and suck and devour her, fucking her tight little hole with my tongue before moving up to circle her swollen clit with firm, relentless strokes.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her cry out, while my mouth suctions gently on her clit.

Milana’s hands fly into my hair, pulling hard. Her thighs clamp around my head, shaking violently. I don’t care if I can’t breathe. I’d happily suffocate between her legs if this is how I go.

“Yes—Ilya—oh God,” she sobs, hips grinding desperately against my face.

I growl against her pussy, the vibrations making her jerk. What I’d give to hear her call me by my real name.

I suck her clit harder, pumping my fingers faster, curling them with every thrust. Her taste is flooding my mouth, her slick coating my chin, and I’ve never been harder in my life.

“Oh… I’m… I think…” she mumbles, the words dissolving into incoherent gibberish as she climaxes.

Her thighs lock around my head, her entire body seizing as she cries out my name, loud and broken. Her pussy pulses and gushes around my fingers, and I keep licking her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she’s a shaking, whimpering mess against the lounge chair.

I finally pull back, licking my lips slowly, savoring every drop of her. I rise to my feet, looking down at her flushed, wrecked body.

“You still have a chance to tell me to fuck off,” I say, voice hoarse. “Last chance, Milana.”