For some reason, I could tell he was holding back. I trailed my fingertips along his cheekbone and down his jaw, pushing my hips against him in encouragement. Gritting his teeth, he stubbornly refused to let go. “Stop fighting it,” I whispered. “Nyet.” His face dipped down so he could bite my shoulder, relieving the sting by dragging his tongue across the mark. “I want this to last.”
