The Marriage Ultimatum (City of Dreams Series)

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Authors: Charlotte O'Shay
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play of color along her cheekbones. She licked her lower lip.
    “And a can of whipped cream,” she said.
    Her gaze met his and a sizzling message passed between them.
    “Indeed.” He nodded. “I’ll clear away the mugs into the kitchen. Only fair since you did the prep.”
    He picked up the tray and left the room.
    ****
    A trickle of moisture warmed the most intimate flesh between her thighs. Sabrina didn’t bother to button the shirt. She just threw her legs over the arm of the easy chair and waited.
    He returned moments later with the can of whipped cream and a glint in his eye.
    “Not much of a dessert,” he shook the can absently, his gaze pinning her to the easy chair, “for somebody of my size.”
    “You’ll just have to make do,” Sabrina murmured in a low voice she didn’t recognize as her own.
    He strode toward her with purpose and she shrieked, jumping from the chair and leaping to the other side of the room.
    Vlad was there before her and took her hand.
    “Shush, little one, all cats like cream.”
    He led her back to the bed. She fell back onto it, bonelessly, at his urging.
    He knelt beside her and parted the shirt, baring her breasts for his thorough scrutiny.
    ****
    Without a touch, the nipples budded into rosy prominence, and Sabrina fought to keep her breathing steady. This was getting out of hand, and he hadn’t even touched her.
    “A perfect dessert,” he said, leaning toward her to spray a coin-sized dollop of cream on each aching bud.
    “Oh, God.” Sabrina watched as he lowered his head to place his tongue at the side of one nipple before slowly lapping at the cream. He was exquisitely slow when all she wanted was for him to take the whole nipple in his mouth.
    “Ahh, oh.” Sabrina lost her words as only he could make her do and could merely watch as he proceeded to administer the same treatment to the other breast and nipple. Then he covered her navel with cream, and licked it ever so slowly out again with his hot tongue. He moved lower still and Sabrina shook in a fever of need.
    “Ah, Sabrina. Open for me. Let me see my dessert.”
    She loved the way he said her name with that faint accent, rolling it into something exotic. The sheer sexiness of his words almost sent Sabrina over the edge. She had no will and no want to do anything but comply.
    Vlad’s fingers stroked through the folds of her femininity seeking and finding the responsive bud at the core of her. Then he sprayed a sizable drop of cream right there at the heart of her.
    She gasped on a moan as his tongue arrowed into her core drinking up the cream and, when it was gone, continued his ministrations.
    She sobbed as her thighs began to quake. His hands were there, he held her legs open, and he gave her no respite from his wicked tongue until the massive orgasm quieted and she fell back onto the sheets, completely spent.
    He gathered her to him as her breathing settled. Then he shucked his jeans and reached for a condom.
    “Oh no, you don’t,” she said.
    Still reeling from the aftershock, she rose unsteadily to her knees.
    “My turn.” She was all take-charge attitude.
    Then she pushed him back down onto the sheets and reached for the whipped cream.
    Her tongue poked out of her mouth in concentration as she looked at the label of the can.
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea, malenki moyo ,” he said.
    “Let me be the judge of that,” she said solemnly.
    And then her small hand covered his engorged member and she squeezed a generous splotch of the cream onto the tip.
    She started low at the base of his shaft licking her way up slowly, gaze fixed on his massive erection quivering under her hand, his tanned belly taut with control.
    “I always save the best part of my dessert for last,” she murmured, finally reaching the cream that covered the head and placing her full pink lips over the tip.
    She took him in as deep as she could, and it was amazing. Nothing in her non-existent experience could have

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