THE TASTE OF SIN (Short stories)
"I didn't imagine danger could get you this wet, devochka."
Roman set the gun aside on the floor, within arm’s reach, and lowered his head. There was no foreplay. He sank his tongue directly into my vagina, licking with possessive force, savoring my arousal greedily. His rough tongue slid between my folds, opening me, prepping me, while his large hands gripped my thighs to keep me open. I arched my back, lost in the sensation of his expert mouth devouring me. But he didn't want to just taste, he wanted to mark and possess.
He rose abruptly to his knees, looming between my open legs, an immense tower of darkness and power. I heard the sound of his belt and zipper. When he freed himself, my ey