“Try all you want then.” With deliberate slowness, he lowered his head and teased her lips with his. “I’ll just draw the moments out longer.” He nipped her lower lip. “Make you wait while I build the ache.” He licked the same spot. “Make it so you beg for release.”

He sealed his mouth against hers. Let instinct and the carnal connection between them take over. Worshiped the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder met. The delicate curve of her hip and the space just above each hipbone. Licked and suckled each straining nipple until her knees eagerly parted and she welcomed him to the cradle of her hips.

“I still remember the taste of you.” He kissed his way lower, forcing himself not to rush. Funneled all of the waiting and frustration he’d wrestled into fueling her anticipation. “I craved it for days after you refused to see me.” He nuzzled the top of her sex and let his warm breath whisper over her skin. “Wanted to hear those broken sounds you make when you come and lick up every drop.”

“Kir.” She fisted her hands in his hair and tried to urge him lower. “Please.”

The scent of her surrounded him, the delicious musk of her arousal blending with her soft moans and mews. He slid his hands beneath her pert ass and lifted her hips toward his mouth. Sampled her swollen folds and indulged in her juices, but avoided the tight, distended bud peeking from beneath its hood.

“The ache is exquisite, isn’t it?” he said between swipes of his tongue. “Your body trembling and straining for what it remembers, but missing the final piece to put it all together.”

He flicked her clit with his tongue.

Her hips jerked, and a ragged groan ripped up her throat.

“I’m the one who’ll give it to you.” Another teasing lick, one with just a little more pressure that made her body bow in anticipation. “Only me.”

Her grip tightened, the sharp sting against his scalp making his cock jerk and throb. “You’re killing me.”

His chuckle slipped out uncensored, pure male satisfaction even to his own ears. “No, malyshka. I’m not killing you.” He circled her clit once. Then again. As lost as she was, he doubted a single word from his lips fully registered, but he shared the truth anyway. “I’m claiming you.”

He closed his mouth around her. Worked his tongue against the sensitized nub as he suckled and gave her the pressure she wanted.

She bucked against him. Chased the path to pleasure he’d created and rode his mouth until her cry rang out, her pussy contracting and offering her succulent release for his feast. No inhibitions. No shyness. Just a gloriously hedonistic female taking and relishing in her pleasure.

And she was his.

If he’d had any doubts before this moment, they were gone now. Eradicated by the beauty of her vulnerability as she lay open and writhing from the ministrations of his mouth. Annihilated by the crackling connection between them and the promise of one even deeper. More powerful.