He slides his fingers over my panties, and they’re wet. They’ve been like that since he started kissing me senseless. Despite myself, I find my heart and body reacting to Kirill’s presence and touch in the most wanton way. My hips jerk when he slowly but firmly circles his fingers around my clit, stimulating, but not really giving it enough attention. I tilt my head back, held hostage by the torturous bursts of pleasure. Kirill wraps his hand around my throat and flings my attention back to him.
