“All the way, malen’kaya lyublyu moyo, come to me all the way. Give yourself to me.” He stabbed deep, his tongue lashing, driving her up higher, he suckled and drew out more of her citrus spice, all the while watching her eyes. He knew the moment she gave herself into his keeping. He saw it on her face. That sweet surrender to him.

Her gaze clung to his face, eyes wide and shocked. Her mouth formed a perfect little O and she cried out, a strangled sound somewhere between a moan and keening his name. He watched her come apart. Felt the ripples deep inside her with his mouth, his finger. Saw it in her belly muscles, the sway of her breasts. So beautiful. That was his. That was all for him. He’d given that to her, but it was his.

He rose above her on his knees, keeping her thighs wide apart, dragging her legs tight against him. His cock was thick and hot in his hand as he positioned himself, pushing into that slick heat just enough to get the broad head into scorching heaven. She was tight. So tight. A scalding tunnel surrounding him with fiery silk. His breath hissed out of his lungs and he wanted desperately to plunge into her, drive himself deep to feel that sensation along his shaft. His balls actually ached, boiled in urgent need.

He made himself go slow, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. The walls of her sheath still pulsed and rippled from her first orgasm, and every inch he slid in her body gripped and squeezed his cock like a tight fist. He hit that barrier and he knew she was his as well. Evangeline. Such an unexpected gift.

He slowly leaned over her, blanketing her body, all the while holding her gaze with his. “A bite of pain, Evangeline. A small one. You understand. And then I give you pleasure. Only that.”

Her gaze clung to his, and he loved that even more. The way she looked at him as if he were the only man in her world. Her white knight when he was anything but. She’d looked at him that way before and a small part of that frozen block inside of him had melted a little.

He flexed his fingers on her hips and took a deep breath to keep from slamming home. “You’re so hot, solnyshko moyo, so tight. I could get lost in you.” Not remember his childhood for a few moments. The deaths on his soul. She did that, took it all away. Brought him solace. Peace when he didn’t deserve it.