Carpathian 17 - Dark Celebration

else could share. "Was I running? Being in the kitchen, surrounded by all this food, I was hoping you'd be hungry."
    Vikirnoff laughed softly, his eyes going midnight dark. "I am always hungry for you."
    He simply pushed her thighs wide, lifting her legs over his shoulder, and bent his head to the sweet scent of her hot core. He licked her in much the same manner as she had him, a cat lapping at cream. He knew every spot intimately, every secret hollow and what it could do to her. He made slow lazy circles around her sensitive bud, torturing her until she wanted to scream with pleasure. Her thighs jumped helplessly, hips arching toward him, as his fingers slipped into her heated channel adding to the pressure so his tongue could lap at her, suckle and stab with wicked expertise.

    He did just what she asked for, but in a manner she could never conceive of. He ate her
    —devoured her, using his tongue as effectively as he used his shaft. His fingers only added to her slow torment, pushing her far beyond her limits into another realm.
    Natalya bucked against his mouth, her body raging for release as he worked his magic.
    Her head thrashed wildly back and forth. Her body built up pressure fast, needing release, the tension winding tighter and tighter until she thought she might implode. Vikirnoff always held her off, pushing her further than she thought she could ever go, until she was pleading with him, sobbing, almost insane with arousal.
    A sensation somewhere between pleasure and bordering on pain gripped her stomach fiercely, tightening her womb, and spread through her body. Her breath slammed out of her lungs and she swore her insides nearly convulsed. She shuddered as the spasms continued and wave after wave of sheer ecstasy washed over her.
    Before she had a chance to catch her breath, Vikirnoff brought her hips down, holding her legs apart, and slammed deep into her slick hot folds. She screamed. There was no stopping the cries of pleasure as her body orgasmed again and again.
    He pressed down against her small bud, as he slammed deeper and deeper, needing to hear those soft cries, to see her throat working convulsively and feel her body rippling with so much pleasure. He thrust hard, building the friction until her face was flushed and her mouth was open and her eyes wide with shock and lust. Only then did he take her over the edge a second time.
    Natalya lay under him, clutching his shoulders, desperate to regain control. Only Vikirnoff could shatter her like that, and it was the only time she felt total release, relaxed and free of all the responsibility she had carried for so long. She turned up her face for his kiss. She loved his mouth and what it did to her. She loved everything about him.
    "Someone is at the door," she said softly as she kissed the corners of his mouth and ran her lips down his throat to his chest.
    "It's just my brother and he can wait," Vikirnoff said, his hands cupping her breasts again, thumbs stroking, sending vibrations through her entire body. "I have far more important things to do."
    Back off Nicolae. I am just a little busy here . He sent the impression of bared teeth for good measure, but his brother only sent back amusement.
    Her tongue swirled over his pulse. Her teeth scraped and his entire body contracted in anticipation.
    The knock at the door persisted. Vikirnoff swore. "I'm killing him." Abruptly he left her, striding across the room.
    "Put some clothes on," she reminded him with a little mischievous grin. "You just might need them."
    Vikirnoff just managed to don a shirt and jeans as he jerked open the door. "Did you not hear my…" He broke off, recognizing his visitor. One hand raked through his hair. He glanced back at the kitchen. You knew . "Mikhail."
    Of course. I was looking out for you . Her laughter tightened his body all over again. She even managed to blow in his ear.
    I'm thinking of spanking you.
    The last time I rather liked it. You were rather wild that night.
    His body jumped again, swelling beneath the thin material of his jeans. Her voice was seductive, suggestive, almost purring. He tried to manage a smile of greeting, grateful his shirt wasn't tucked in.
    Mikhail's dark eyes slid over him, taking in far too much. "You failed to scan. You should have known it was me and not Nicolae."
    "My woman is far too distracting," Vikirnoff admitted. "I think of little else." He stepped back to allow Mikhail entry. I'm killing my brother. He's probably