Page 23 of Where the Wind Whispers

No, he wanted to drag this out because even he didn’t know when the next time would be—too long for his liking.

The fingers of his free hand sifted through blond hair before he held the strands tight in his fight and could turn her head the way he wanted. “No, no, I didn’t say stop,” he said softly when her fingers had stopped as she concentrated on what he was doing.

But his words were enough to stir her back into action, even as her lips parted. Angling his cock toward her mouth, he gave a single command. “Suck me.”

A desperate moan left her as she closed her lips around him, her eyes drifting closed as she did so. Heat shot down his spine as she took more of his cock into her mouth. Fist tight in her hair, he guided her motions, slow on the downslide, quick coming back up.

Every time she moaned, the sound made his balls tighten as he resisted the urge to fuck her mouth harder. When he reached for the hand busy between her thighs and pulled it away, he felt the shiver move through her as she began sucking harder, as if she was trying to drag him over the edge before he was ready.

Laying a hand on her stomach, he felt the muscles there jump a moment before he was sliding it down, his fingers slipping through her drenched folds. It was a test of his control not to grab her right then, but as he easily pushed two fingers into her pussy and felt her clamp down around his digits, he got himself under control.

This was what he wanted.

She grasped at him, nails digging into his flesh as she took his cock deeper in her throat. She was mindless, too focused on the sensations to worry about anything else.

“This was what you wanted, hmm?” Kaz pushed his fingers a little deeper. Rubbing his thumb over her clit, he loved the way her skin was flushed and trembling. “If you want me to fuck you, you only have to ask.”

She was going to come.

He felt it in the way her pussy tightened around his fingers and the moans reverberating through his cock. But he needed to hear it—needed to hear every last shuddering moan.

Pulling free from her mouth, he sped up the thrusts of his fingers, her keen whine echoing in the space around them, like music to his fucking ears. Her back arched, her hands fisting the cover.

But it just wasn’t enough—the need that was driving him was only spiking higher. Drawing forward, he had his fingers on her throat before she could take another breath.

“Tell me, krasivaya. Tell me how badly you want my cock.”

She knew how much he loved when she begged for it—how her soft pleas drove him crazier than anything else did.

“Please, Kaz.”

He could hear the desperation in her voice, could feel the need churning through her—an ache he couldn’t wait to soothe.

Pulling free from her, he dragged her into the position he wanted then grabbed the base of his cock. He rubbed the length of it up her dripping sex, gritting his teeth as her hips undulated beneath him.

But he didn’t push inside her, not yet—not until she was whispering his name like a prayer. Leaning down, he kissed her hard, even as he eased his cock inside the tight, wet heat of her pussy.

Swallowing the ragged moan that clawed its way from her throat, he buried himself inside her. It was fucking torture holding himself there, her clenching muscles practically screaming for him to let go and just fuck her.

But he wouldn’t, not yet.

Instead, he dragged his hips back with aching slowness—until just the head was pressed into her before he was shoving his hips forward, even as he dragged her down to meet him.

And when he felt the searing pain of her nails dragging down his back, the careful lock he had on his control snapped. Tearing his mouth away from her, he thrust hard, the sensation of her squeezing him so tightly making the fingers at her neck tighten just slightly.

Every time he sunk into her, his name fell from her lips until her words jumbled. Endless cries spilled free as he fucked her the way she wanted. His need for her was almost too much, the need to come already clawing at him.

Finally releasing the hold he had on her neck, he dipped his hand between her legs, rubbing fast circles over her clit. “Come on, give it here.”

Violet trembled violently beneath him, but it wasn’t until he was at her ear telling her how good she was at taking his cock, and how hard she was going to come for him. When her lips parted on a silent scream, the sudden clamping of tight muscles made him curse.

She was fucking beautiful when she came.

But it was the way she called his name, such lost abandon in her voice that made him finally give in, giving one last brutal thrust of his hips before he came hard.

There was peace in that moment.

Just the two of them.