Love Me to Death (Underveil, #1)

“I missed you,” he said. “I looked for you everywhere.”


She cried out as he thrust his fingers inside her and met her gaze directly. “I would have searched forever, you know.” He ran his thumb over the top, and she writhed as a tremor shimmied through her body. Then he replaced his thumb with this tongue and set a rhythm that he knew would take her over the edge. She groaned and muttered some incoherent encouragement as her orgasm built.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch me so you know how much I enjoy doing this.”

Her eyes met his, and that was it. With almost frightening intensity, her body came apart in what he knew was a nmindless blast of pleasure. On and on it went while he slid his fingers in and out, pressing hard against the top of her with his other palm.

“Yes,” he said. “Keep going. Say my name, Elena.”

“Nikolai,” she said, waves still rolling through her.

“Again,” he whispered, pressing into her deeper.

“Nikolai.”

Fingers still inside, he stood, and his mouth met hers, causing one more intense contraction to pass through her, leaving her limp and loose jointed.

Before the tiny ripples signaling the end of her orgasm had stopped, Nikolai pulled her from the table and bent her over it, gently laying her down, pressing her breasts to the cool surface. He skimmed his fingertips of one hand over her back while he rubbed the head of his cock against her opening. “Tell me when, Elena. Then tell me how.”

“Now,” she said, “Now, Nik.”

Pushing just part of the way in, he reveled in the tightness of her body. Her contractions began again, just not to the level of a full orgasm.

“Mmm, you’re still there. I feel you tightening around me,” he said. “You don’t have to wait for me. You can go whenever you want to, you know. Make the most of this immortal body you have. See what it can do.”

She gasped as he pushed farther in and waited for her body to accept him. Hands on her waist, he pulled out and then pushed in deeper.

She moaned and pressed back, making it almost impossible to not simply give in to his body’s instinct to take her hard and fast. No. He took a deep breath and calmed his heart. She deserved more.

“I need you,” he said, barely in control.

He retreated several inches and looped his arm around her to where he could touch her. Then, he pulled out until only the head of him was inside her. “Don’t ever leave me again.” His voice was strained. “It almost killed me.”

A shudder passed though her. “Nik, please.”

He rubbed his finger over her, and she gasped.

“Yes,” he said. “Come again. I want you to come again. And then I’ll do what you want.” He made tiny thrusts in and out as he rubbed circles over her most sensitive part, making her writhe and strain under him. “What do you want, Elena? Tell me how you want me to take you. Slow and gentle, or hard and fast?”

“Hard,” she managed to say, voice and body tense.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” But he continued with the shallow pulses and circles until she was gasping for breath. “And I’ll comply as soon as you come again for me.” He increased the speed of his circles and thrusts and then, without warning, pushed all the way inside in one hard thrust, sending her tumbling over the edge again.

“My God, Elena,” he said, grabbing her waist. “I’ve never…”

And the man who was usually all talk was rendered speechless as her body squeezed his cock, nearly making him lose his hard-won control. “Now, Nikolai,” she whispered. “Hard. Now.”

And Nikolai was happy to comply. Again and again he slammed into her as she cried out with pleasure. She repositioned and gripped the edge of the table, her hair fanning in a gold sheet to one side as she laid her cheek against the wood, allowing him to see her expression on her face. An expression of desire that made him want to last all day for her.

“Yes?” he asked, nipping her shoulder blade as he slowed his pace in order to calm down.

“Yes. Nik. Yes.”

He liked the familiar form of his name. It was like she had taken a bit of him as her own. Leaning over her, pressing his chest to her back, he reached down under them and ran his fingers around where his body entered hers. He groaned and flicked her clit, and she writhed. He did it again and then pressed against her as he moved in and out.

“More,” she groaned. “Faster.”

He maintained pressure with his fingers and increased his thrusts until she screamed and he was almost screaming with her. When her muscles contracted, he rocked into her even harder. So hard, the table scooted forward with each slam of his body into hers.

“Now, Nik! Go with me.”

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