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There’s no way it’ll fit.
I may pass out if he tried.
A knowing smile tilts his lips, and he beckons for me to go to him with the crook of his finger. “Come on.”
He backs away, giving me a glimpse of his sculpted, tattooed legs—more Bratva ink—then turns to open the shower door, offering a perfect view of his rock-solid ass. I never got the appeal most women see from looking at a man’s ass, but I’ve just been enlightened.
He holds the door open for me, and I step inside. He snaps it shut, then crosses over to the control panel to turn the shower on. He sets it to a light spray, and I watch the water trickle down his body in beads, right down to his enormous erection.
And now I can’t look away again.
“Have you never seen a man’s cock before, malyshka?” His question snaps me out of my daze, and I look up at him, blushing.
His sharp jaw tightens and he flexes a hand around his length.
“No,” I whisper, knowing I couldn’t look more inexperienced if I tried.
He runs his hand up and down his length, making the sinful display even more alluring. “Come here.”
I go to him.
“Touch me.”
My eyes widen. “I…”
Before I can blink, he shocks me by taking my hand and wrapping my fingers around his length. My breath slows right down, stalling in my lungs. In my hand, he feels bigger, thicker, and hard. So, so very hard.
He guides my hand up and down his shaft. His erection grows harder and precum beads at the crown. He groans, a sound I never thought possible from him.
And the look on his face…
It’s priceless. It’s raw male pleasure. Pleasure I gave him.
“Harder. Stroke me harder.”
I do. Another groan of pleasure rumbles from his chest, then he reaches for my arm and cups my face to pull me closer.
My mind hardly has time to process before he fastens his lips to mine.
We both go still, as if frozen. Our eyes are still open, although our lips are pressed together.
Lev strokes the underside of my jaw and slips an arm around my waist to pull me flush against him. It’s cautious and exploratory. Like treading into a foreign body of water.
A breath passes between us, then he applies more pressure to my mouth and sweeps his tongue through the seam of my lips to deepen the kiss.
At first, the numbness in my body freezes me in place. Then heat detonates in the pit of my stomach, and I drift into a sea of pleasure.
As our tongues dance, all my blood races to my core. I release his cock and slide my hands up his chest, trying to get closer, demanding more.
Every touch exposes me, proving everything he said about me earlier right.
His kisses become greedy, feasting and biting and exploring my mouth. We kiss for a few minutes before he pulls away, gazing at me fanatically while he continues to stroke my cheek.
We’re both panting, trying to catch our breath.
“Fuck, malyshka. Mne nuzhno bol'she tebya.”
I don’t know what he says, but I don’t have to. Roughly, he pulls me back and kisses me again, more desperate this time. He tastes so damn good, the exhilaration of kissing him and tasting him goes straight to my head.
