“You have a little current to you now, you know,” he said, lips still against her. “You can channel energy.”
Earlier today, Stefan had drawn back when he took her hand. She shifted from foot to foot. “Am I shocking you? Does it hurt?”
“Not at all. It’s like you are charging my battery. Stand still.”
She grabbed the doorframe for balance as he caught the edge of the clasp in his teeth and peeled the bra from her breast, then opened his mouth and took as much of her as possible in and sucked, rubbing his tongue over her at the same time. All day, she’d imagined his tongue on her—had relived their moments in bed in the cabin in her mind in thrilling detail. He’d made her feel amazing, just as he was right now. Unable to stand it, she ripped the bra off and presented her other breast, and he repeated the procedure until she pulled away, head reeling.
“I didn’t spill,” he said, handing her glass back.
Clutching the fragile stem of the flute, she fought for control. His pupils had expanded, almost pushing his gold irises to the edge. Forever, he stared up at her face, and she couldn’t peel her eyes away. This man. This beautiful, immortal being wanted her, and she wanted him, too. Like nothing she’d ever experienced.
“Find a table, Elena. Now. Before I die like this on my knees.”
Now. Yes. She was dizzy with need. The oak dining table was at the far end of the room in a darkened nook. No darkness this time. She flipped on the chandelier above and walked a full circle around it slowly, skimming her fingertips across the surface while Nik watched from his knees in the doorway.
She stopped and pulled the chair away, then slid her panties down and kicked them off. He stood, but made no move to come closer. Turning her back to him, she leaned over the table. “This one,” she said, reveling in the power of her invitation.
Never, not even in his most vivid fantasies, had Nikolai imagined this scenario. Strong, bold, and borderline defiant, Elena had driven him wild as she played along with him. Now, she bent over a table completely naked, inviting him inside her. It was enough to make a grown man weep. But he didn’t. He crossed to her and ran his hands over her beautifully presented body instead.
Her breaths came in fast puffs. It was clear she was ready and so was he. Hardly believing his good fortune, he ran his hands up her back and back down, sweeping his fingers through the seam of her ass and running them through her wetness. As he stroked down the insides of her thighs, then back up to her heat again, she shivered and made an odd noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh.
“Don’t move,” he whispered. “Stay just like that.”
He tore his shirt from his body, then stripped out of his pants in record time. His urgency troubled him. He needed to stay under control. This was their first real time together with no agenda or ulterior motive, and he wanted to make it the best experience she’d ever had.
He nudged her legs farther apart and leaned over her. Like a homing device, the head of his cock found her opening and nudged against the wetness. She groaned and pushed back against him.
“Not yet.” He pulled back slightly and ran his lips over the soft skin at her nape. “I want you to come first, so you are completely relaxed and ready.”
“I am ready,” she practically shouted. “God, Nik. You’re killing m—”
Her protest was cut off short when he slid two fingers inside her in a hard thrust. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t catch what you said.” He thrust again and she groaned. “Oh, you said you like what I’m doing and you want me to continue?”
She laid her cheek against the table and closed her eyes. It was so hard not to fuck her right then and there, but this was about her. About their future together. He would make sure she didn’t regret giving him another chance. And when he was done, she’d have no doubt as to their bond.
He pulled his fingers out and dropped to his knees. He’d never seen anything as beautiful. And she’d turned the lights on purposely. He parted her with his thumbs and gently stroked his tongue across her. She groaned.
“Stand up straight, Elena,” he said. Using her hands to push up, she stood. “Now, turn around and sit on the table, please.” She did. He placed her feet wide apart, then slid her to the edge of the table, parting her knees. “Now, relax and watch me.”
He touched the tip of his tongue to her, and she groaned. So receptive and responsive. She was perfect.
Elena gasped when Nik touched his tongue to her again. She leaned back a little more to give him a better angle, and he took full advantage of it, using his tongue and fingers to take her higher. The lights from the outdated, vintage sixties chandelier reflected off the crystal prisms, casting little rainbow shimmers across her pale skin as he worked to bring her more pleasure.