“Kervyn.”
“No sex,” he murmurs, nibbling on my ear. “Just you. You know I love every freckle on your body. I could spend a lifetime just worshiping and kissing each and every one.”
I start to breathe heavily. “Kervyn.”
“You have such dainty hands but such a firm grip.” He starts to kiss my neck. “Did I mention you have the best breasts I’ve ever seen?”
His fingers have found my folds, and he rubs them, stopping to circle my hole. I close my eyes, and my head tips forward slightly as though I’m drunk.
I want to say his name again, but his other hand has moved to cup my swollen breast. His hand finds my nipple, and he pinches it softly between his fingers, giving it a gentle tug.
“Such perfectly shaped breasts with perfectly shaped nipples. I could suck on them every day and never grow tired of them.” Why are my lips so dry when he speaks to me?
He pushes two fingers deep inside of me and starts to move them.
I can’t help but grip the sides of the bath tightly with my hands but, at the same time, spread my legs a little more. I rest backward. I don’t know how to sit, and his sexy little chuckle nearly does my head in.
He moves his fingers, and I groan. The water laps at my skin with his movement, and the hot water, combined with his teasing fingers both inside me and on my breasts, is making it quite difficult to think straight. The aroma of the oils seems stronger, as though I’m in some exotic land being pleasured by a prince.
No.
Not a prince.
A king.
I can’t believe I am engaged to someone so sexy, rich, and powerful.
Me.
Not anyone else.
Me.
Kervyn picked me as his wife.
I move my hips up and down, moving with his fingers as he murmurs beautiful words to me, and I tip my head to the side. “Russian…” I murmur.
I can feel his smile against my skin as he switches to his mother tongue. It all sounds so much sexier. He nibbles and kisses me as he murmurs sweet Russian words in my ear. I don’t know how he does it all, but soon, I can feel the tension building in my nether regions, and I grip the bath tightly.
“Kervyn,” I gasp out.
His hand lets go of my breast and holds my hip. He uses his legs to lift me closer to him, and kissing the back of my shoulder, he moves his fingers quickly in and out of me.
My mouth drops open, and I choke out a moan of pleasure before I arch my back and cry out his name as my body vibrates and shakes in pleasure.
Kervyn continues to hold me for a few moments before I relax in his arms.
“Did you enjoy that?” he murmurs in my ear.
I nod, smiling. “Yes.”
“Good. Let’s get cleaned up and get to bed. Tomorrow is a big day.” I get up with his help and step out of the bath, reaching for the robe I keep here for emergencies.
“What’s happening tomorrow?” I ask.
“It’s a surprise,” he says as he wraps a towel around his waist.
He leads me to the bedroom, and we dry off. For a moment, we simply look at each other before I get into the bed naked, and he follows suit. He lies on his back, and I cuddle up to him, resting my head on his chest.
When I wake up, he’s gone. I look around at the sun streaming through the window.
My robe is nearby, so I climb out of bed to slip it on before I go to my room to get dressed. I’m somewhat sad he wasn’t there when I woke up after the magic night we had.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to initiate something like last night, but it made me feel so good. I can’t believe sex can be so good.
I dress and go downstairs, but Kervyn isn’t at breakfast. I turn around to look for him when Luka walks in. “Just the lady I was looking for.”
“Where is your brother?” I ask curiously. “Has he had breakfast yet?”
“He’s gone to the office. But don’t worry, he asked me to take you to your big surprise.” He claps his hands together. “Let’s go.”
As we drive to the shopping district of Vegas, Luka turns to me. “Tell me, of all those dresses you bought, did you choose one of them yet?”
“No,” I admit. “It’s one of the few things I’m still undecided on.”
“Excellent,” he proclaims, and I frown.
“How is that excellent?” I ask.
