Last Hit (Hitman #1)(43)
Author: Jessica Clare

I barely notice the lush appointments of the Baur Au Lac hotel. I notice Daisy looking in wonderment at the crystal chandeliers and the acres of marble floors. "You like?"

She nods and then sighs. "I’m not going to get used to this."

"I like that." I admit. "It means I can spoil you every day."

"If you spoil me every day, I will get used to it."

"Not you, my Daisy." I kiss her fiercely then, in the lobby of this staid hotel. She blushes when I pull away, and I have to position myself behind her so that the few people loitering aren’t shocked by my erection. Once we are inside the hotel suite, I draw Daisy into my arms.

She draws in a deep breath. "Nick, I want you to love me."

"I do." I tighten my hold.

"No, I mean, physically."

At first, I do not understand, but as she stares at me, a flush begins to spread. Suddenly comprehension takes hold, and I am instantly hard once again. "Yes, yes, Daisy." I spread soft kisses on her temple and forehead and draw back to check again that she is serious.

She nibbles her lip and her flush deepens. "For some reason, after all this, I feel embarrassed."

"Don’t." I lead her into the bedroom, and the lush surroundings of hotel are the perfect setting. We have a view of the park, the lake, and the Schanzengraben Canal, but none of the scenery interests either of us. "We have left it all behind us now."

I sit her on the edge of the bed and begin to disrobe. I want to confess all to her and for her to see my imperfect body. The buttons on my dress shirt have become too small, and I pop two off in my haste to tug off my shirt. My undershirt follows and then my slacks, socks, and briefs. My c*ck is jutting out, hungry for her. I squeeze it to get myself under control, and I hear a pleased gasp from her.

"Do you want this, kitten?"

Her eyes are bright and her skin is flushed as she watches my nak*d body.

I’m filled with such relief that I want to lie down before I fall down, but I lock my knees and place my hands behind my head. "In Russia, your body tells the tale of your sins or your triumphs, depending on who looks upon you." I’m tense because even though she knows what I am, she does not know all I’ve done. And I am about to tell her so that we can go forward without looking back.

And so, I tell her about the tattoos that cover my body. "The stars on my knees mean I bow before no government. The marks on my fingers tell you I have killed, and the dagger in my neck that I kill for money. The markings on my shoulder indicate how high in the Bratva I was. These marks all told people I was not a man to be f**ked with," I pause and close my eyes and pray for strength. "I would come to you unblemished, if I could."

"And the inscription on your chest?" her soft voice says. She hasn’t moved.

"Death is mercy." I am still afraid to open my eyes. I feel her gaze upon me and my cockstand lengthens. I cannot help my reaction to her, and truly I do not want to. I need her to know that I desire her at all times.

As seconds tick by, I wonder if I’ve made a mistake and misread her. That now that she has seen the true me, she will turn me away. As Alexsandr did. As did my family, whoever they were. I have been alone for so many years, and I do not know how I can go on if Daisy rejects me.

I hear a swish against the heavy Egyptian cotton sheets as Daisy stands, and then I feel the heat of her body as it nears mine. Her hand brushes over my right pectoral and my nipple, and I cannot stop the shudders.

She trails her fingers under my arm to my back, where she traces the wolf’s head. "And this?" she asks, her breath light upon my skin.

"I am Vor, a wolf, a predator." I respond hoarsely. These light touches of hers are more erotic than a nak*d woman dancing in front of me. Or two nak*d women performing a lewd act. Her fingers trail off, and I wonder if she is done with me. I can scarcely swallow. Then I feel the press of her lips in the middle of my back.

"Oh, Nick," she says, her mouth moving against me, "My Nikolai. I love you, and it wouldn’t matter how many tattoos you have or how many bad things you’ve done in the past. Your life is one I can’t begin to understand, but I want to spend the rest of my life learning you."

Her words are like a knife against the bonds that held me. I spin around and grab her in my arms. My mouth is upon hers before she can say another word, draw another breath. I eat at her mouth as if it is the finest delicacy in all the land. My tongue delves deep into the wet cavern of her mouth.

I swing her legs up around me and tip her back into the bed. The mattress envelops us. I trail my mouth over her jaw and down the column of her throat where I find her pulse thrumming madly. I bite it, and her h*ps rise up to press against me.

I thrust my thigh between her legs, and she begins to ride me. Her wetness is evident. I grind down harder and drag my mouth and tongue over her collarbone.

Her hands grab my head as she works herself into a frenzy. A release now, however, would be a weak one, and I need to be inside her somehow, either my tongue or my cock. As I ease away from her, she gives a tiny, mewling, "No, Nick."

"Shhh, kitten. Let me help you."

Her grip on my head eases and she nods, panting a bit.

"I will take care of you. Little release now, and then, when your tissues are swollen with need, I give you big release." I grin cockily at her. "One you will never forget."

"Is that right?" She shakes her head, and her mouth twitches with amusement. "Are you going to talk about it all night or are you going to do something?"

My Daisy. So fearless and so direct with her hunger. I wonder what I have done so right to have the gods smile at me like this. "Do something." I assure her. "But first, we remove your clothes."

"I don’t have any marks," she says, looking at me through the lace shield of her eyelashes. It is a look designed to bring a man to his knees. It is good that I am already prostrate or I would’ve fell over.

"I will make them." I promise. The silk shirt that I bought her from the airport store provides little resistance when I rip it down the front.

She gasps, but then laughs a little at my eagerness. "Nick! That was my only shirt!" she says, grabbing at the sides of the torn silk. I slide my hands up to cup her br**sts. Her n**ples are erect and ready for my mouth. I ignore her comments about her clothes and bite her nipple through the fabric. My kitten likes the nip because her protests die off, and her hands have left her shirt to slide along my shoulders. The touch of her fingers against my bare skin is heaven.

I squeeze one breast and pinch the nipple as I mouth the other one through the lace of her bra. My free hand reaches under her and loosens the clasp. Soon her bra is gone and her beautiful br**sts are bared to my gaze and my touch. I place wet kisses around the mounds and then suck the nipple of the right breast hard into my mouth.

Her cries of pleasure echo above me, and I can feel her legs move restlessly below me. "You have the most beautiful br**sts, kitten. I could spend all day between these mounds." I cup them and kiss both fervently. "I would lick the valleys and nibble on the peaks until you were coming on my thigh."

"God, Nick, please," she moans.

"Please what?" I tease her.

"I ache," she says.

"Is it your heart?" I place a soft kiss over her left breast.

"No, you’ve filled that. I feel empty much lower."

Her words wash over me like sunshine. "Such a beautifully worded request." I tell her. "How can I not suck on your p**sy when you ask so nicely?"

She bats me slightly with her hand. "Nick, that’s not what I said."

I shake my head and smile. Never had I thought sex could be like this. Joyful and playful, but still erotic. "I’m, what you say, reading between the lines?"

She laughs as I intended, but her giggles are cut short as I move lower between her legs. I pull off the skirt we bought and find a tiny thong underneath. It barely covers her sexy mound. I pull it aside and see the wetness of her arousal glistening on her cunt lips and between her thighs.

"You look delicious, kitten. I cannot wait to eat you."

A twist of my fingers and the thong string breaks.

"We’re going to be broke if you keep destroying all my clothes," Daisy tells me, but I can tell by the way that her thighs fall open that she cares little about the scraps of fabric I have laid waste to.

"Mmmmm" is all I say. And soon I cannot say anything else because I am licking up her nectar. I place the broad flat of my tongue along her seam and sweep her from front to back in long languorous strokes as if I am the cat and she is the milk.

Her clitoris protrudes from its hood and begs for me to suck on it. I place my mouth over her and suck it in. With my hands, I reach up and squeeze her br**sts. Her thighs are gripping my head and her hands are tugging my hair with urgency.

I don’t stop.

I suck and lick and bite and suck more until her pants turns to cries and her cries turn to screams. She shudders her release all over my tongue.

Into her soft swollen tissues, I slide one finger, softly breaching her innocence. She is slick and tight.

Her first instinct is to slide away. "No," she cries. "Don’t. Wait. It’s too much at once, Nick."

"No, kitten, we have just begun." And I begin again. I slide in one more finger, shallowly f**king her with just the tips. As her soft channel gives way, I slide my fingers in farther. I measure her reaction to ensure that the pain is minimal.

Her body is slicked with sweat, making her shine all over. I want to lick every inch of her—and I will. Her face is a study of concentrated eroticism. Her lower lip is clenched between her teeth and her fingers clutch the sheets as I build her to another orgasm. Her channel is tightening its grip on my two fingers. I slide a third one in. Three fingers is still less girth than my cock, and I want to make this as painless as possible for her.

With my thumb, I work her clit. My fingers pump in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Her br**sts are bouncing, and I cannot resist their call. I bend my head and suckle on one and then the other, still working my three fingers inside of her.

Her body tenses and her thighs squeeze my hand tightly as her body bows off the bed and she screams my name again. It is the most glorious sound I’ve ever heard.

I keep stroking through her orgasm, and I feel the muscles in her p**sy tighten again in yet another release. She is shaking now, and crying.

"Oh my God, oh my God," she chants, thrashing her head back and forth. I pull my fingers out slowly and cup her mound, pressing my longer fingers against her cunt lips. She continues to spasm and shake, and I kiss her face tenderly, licking away the tears that spill out the side of her eyes. When the tremors of her orgasm have passed, she rolls into me and I hug her body tight.

"What was that?" she asks in wonderment. I choke back a laugh.

"You had an orgasm." I tell her.

"But I’ve had them before, haven’t I?" She sounds delightfully bewildered, and if my c*ck didn’t ache so much from the need to be inside her, I might’ve spent five minutes laughing. As it was, the pain in my groin prevented all but a weak chuckle.

"Yes, but they can vary in intensity." I pull the covers over her and get up to wet a washcloth for her. "But I will always make them that good for you." I say smugly from the bathroom.