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Chapter 10

DANILL

Extending my arm, I wrap it around her waist and haul her against my chest. Slipping my hand between her thighs, I bury two fingers inside of her. I watch as her head falls back, she lets out a whimper, then I curl my fingers inside of her and watch as she starts panting.

Her chest rises and falls, her back arches and she starts to ride my hand. Grinding my palm against her clit, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I watch her move. Sexy doesn’t describe my new woman.

I’m going to consume her completely in any and every way fucking possible. She licks her lips, then leans forward, opening her eyes and her lips touch mine.

“Fuck,” she breathes.

My lips curve up into a grin and I continue moving my fingers. I want her to come like this and I’m going to watch as she does. I’m going to take it all in, then I’m going to slam into her until she’s screaming my name over and over.

Until her body is boneless and nothing but a pile of flesh.

It doesn’t take her much longer to get there. Her hips jerk and buck against my palm. When she lifts her hands, her fingers curling around my shoulders, then I feel her nails dig into my skin from above my shirt.

When her body stiffens, she throws her head back, and she opens her mouth, but no sound escapes. That’s when I know that she’s found her release. Although I couldn’t mistake it anyway, the wetness that floods my hand, the way her cunt squeezes my fingers, there is just no way I couldn’t know that she’s come.

“I need more,” she whispers.

“On your knees and you’ll have more,” I state.

I’m not sure how far I can go with her yet. Not that it matters, she will understand her place with me eventually. She will crave what I have to give her, the way that I give it to her. She will please me, just as I will please her.

Holland sinks to her knees almost immediately. I watch as she looks up at me, her eyes are wide and she licks her lips as she waits for instruction.

Perfection.

Lifting my hand, I extend my palm and cup her cheek. Keeping my gaze on hers, I slide my thumb across her bottom lip. She doesn’t smile, doesn’t show me any expression. I look down at her naked body and smirk as I pinch her chin, tugging it down.

Her mouth opens wide and I slide my thumb inside of it along her tongue. Arching a brow, I watch her as my thumb shifts as far back as she’ll allow. To my surprise, she doesn’t react at all, no matter how far back I shift my thumb.

She lifts her hands, her fingers trembling as she starts to unbuckle my belt. I keep my gaze focused on hers, my thumb slowly fucking her mouth, moving back and forth, feeling how hot and wet she is, knowing it’s going to be out of this world when my cock replaces my thumb.

Once she shoves my pants and boxers down my legs, I feel her hand wrap around my length. She strokes me a few times, her eyes still focused on mine. Then she starts to lean forward, I shake my head once, and she stops.

Removing my thumb from her mouth, I dip my chin. “I want you to spread your legs and touch yourself while I fuck your mouth.”

Holland’s eyes widen but she doesn’t ask me any questions, and she also doesn’t pull away or appear to be upset by my words. Maybe she is more suited to me than I imagined and perhaps there won’t be an adjustment period after all.

HOLLAND

I’VE NEVER HAD a man talk to me the way that Danill does and I have to admit… I like it.

A lot.

Parting my knees, I spread my legs and slip my hand between my legs. I’m warm to the touch, sensitive, and ready for more. So much more. I can feel the ache between my thighs, the pulsing of my body, the desire to be touched and to find my release again.

Danill lifts his hand, wrapping it around the back of my neck and I feel his fingers grip my hair there. Then he slips between my lips and down my throat. He doesn’t say anything, his eyes are on me and he sinks completely down my throat, all the way down.

I watch as his chest moves up and down as he inhales and exhales deeply with each breath. His eyes watch me, they take me in and they do not move from my gaze. He licks his lips, his hips shifting forward, thrusting deep with each and every stroke.

He moves his hand down my face and I feel him begin to massage the front of my throat. My fingers continue to move between my legs. I’m hot and wet, my clit aches and I’m climbing closer and closer toward the edge again.

Shifting my hips, I moan as I climb higher and higher. I’m sitting on the edge, ready to fall over. Closing my eyes, I relax my entire body as I just feel. He grunts above me, his fingers continuing to massage and touch me. It’s too much and yet it’s not enough either.

I want to feel him everywhere. I want him to consume me.

“Come, Holland,” he demands.

My eyes open and I look up at him. His chin is tipped, his gaze is focused on me and his jaw is clenched. There’s a long moment of silence, I continue to work myself, stroking and building my body, then it happens.

It’s a slow burn. It flows throughout my entire body and then I whimper around his length. Closing my eyes again, I let my release warm me. I let it consume me in the same way that Danill does.

When he pulls my head back by the grip he still has on my hair, I open my eyes and look up at him. He clears his throat, then jerks his head toward the bed. “I want you to ride me.” “Danill,” I gasp.

He chuckles, then takes a step toward the bed, then another. He doesn’t look back at me, on the floor, my hand still between my thighs, my head turned and watching his every move. I watch as he finishes stripping down naked and then sits on the bed, his back against the headboard and his fingers laced behind his head.

“Holland,” he barks. My entire body jumps, but I still can’t move. Then he slowly turns his head, his almost white eyes find mine and his gaze sharpens immediately. “Come to bed, kroshka.”

His voice is gentle, almost soft even, but his tone, it’s not to be defied and it sends a shiver of excitement down my spine.

Standing on my very shaky legs, I make my way toward him. I have no clue what I look like and right now, with the way he’s watching me, I don’t care. I feel sexy with his eyes on me and that’s all that matters.

Climbing onto the bed, I straddle his thighs, then make my way up to his hips. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around my waist, and grips me tightly. I’m hovering above his hard length, almost whimpering at the thought of him finally being inside of me.

One of his hands leaves my waist and slowly his fingers travel up my side, then they curl around my breast. My breath hitches at the sensation. Reaching between us, I align myself against the head of his length and sink down until I’m fully seated, until I’ve taken all of him inside of me.

I’d almost forgotten how much larger he is than either of the two men I’ve been with. He stretches me and fills me in a way that I’ve never experienced before and I love it. I feel like I’m going to rip open, like my entire body is going to burst, but it won’t and it is so intense that it is almost overwhelming.

“I need to move,” I whisper.

He makes a tsking sound and then I feel his thumb press against my aching, almost painfully sensitive clit. “Stay still, kroshka.”

“Danill,” I grind out.

He chuckles, almost as if he’s enjoying this, when I look down into his eyes, I notice that he is and I’m immediately filled with anger. I need to move. I don’t want to move. I

need it and he thinks that this is funny.

Placing my palms against his chest, I let out a breath as I slide them down, stopping on the large Russian cathedral tattoo on the center of his chest. Licking my lips, I become mesmerized by the piece, lost in the ornate colors and the minute details.

His thumb doesn’t stop touching or swirling against my clit. I can feel the pressure building inside of me, threatening to explode. I don’t know how he’s done it, but I’m close again. So fucking close and if I don’t move, I’m going to scream.

My thighs start to tremble, I suck in a breath and then, without giving a single fuck what he wants anymore, I move. I close my eyes and I ride. I don’t care if he gets mad, I don’t care if it’s not what he wants right now.

I don’t care about anything except feeling him inside of me and me… I care about finding my third orgasm of the night. I want it. My entire body vibrates at the thought of it and when it finally takes over, everything goes black.

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