“Now, sweet,” he murmured, his voice rough. The velvet feel of her was driving him mad, and it took a great deal for him to finish. “You take what you want.”

She lifted her head and found his eyes. Hers were vague and heated. She placed her hands on his shoulders and whispered, “You feel good, Yuri. I want more.”

“Then take it,” he ordered.

“Okay,” she breathed and moved.

Bliss.

Bloody fucking hell.

Digging his fingers into her hips, scraping them back to her ass, he coaxed her to go faster.

She didn’t need a great deal of coaxing. She rode him, fast and hard, gliding her hands from his shoulders to his neck and up into his hair, fisting them there.

“Sweet goddess,” she whimpered, pleasure suffusing her face, making the rose of her cheeks rosier, her fresh musk all he could smell, and it was beyond brilliant, so much so, she was fucking him and his mind was filled with that as well as the myriad ways he intended to fuck her.

“I want your mouth,” he demanded.

She bent forward and gave him her mouth. He took it, thrusting his tongue inside to taste peaches and rain and Aurora just as she cried out with her orgasm, bucking against him, grinding onto his cock, her cunt gripping him and thrumming with the rapid beat of her heart.

He lifted, flipped her to her back on the couch, and powered hard and deep into her slick tightness until he groaned his release against her wet lips.

When the sensations moved through him, he slid his cheek along hers, down, until he could glide his lips along her jaw. He went up and captured her mouth, finally kissing her as he’d wanted from near the moment he met her, thoroughly and for a long time.

When he lifted his head, her eyes were still vague but replete, the light in them dimmed to an indolent glow.

It wasn’t what he’d wanted to see.

It was better.

Yuri lifted a hand and stroked her jaw with his knuckles, feeling her body melt even further under his, before he dropped his hand to the tail of her hair and wrapped its softness around his fist.

“Are you going to be good for me from now on?” he asked.

“Uh…well, probably not,” she whispered.

Again, very slowly, Yuri smiled.

Her eyes dropped to his mouth and watched. When he was done, they lifted back to his.

“You’re not cute,” she declared.

“No.” He continued to smile. “I’m not.”

“But you’re hotter than I expected.”

Excellent.

Yuri said nothing.

“No one’s ever done that to me before,” she admitted quietly, and again, Yuri had to bury his howl of elation.

“If that’s the case, my sweet, there are a great number of things I intend to do to you that no one’s ever done before.”

“Sweet goddess,” she breathed.