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hold you.”
    She gazed up at him and her beautifully shaped lips parted on a sigh. He wanted to kiss her, to taste Katya on her lips, to stroke his tongue against hers and discover Rya’s unique flavor. Pink tinted her cheeks and she shivered as Katya did something that she liked. Slowly one of Rya’s hands slid down to his waist, but he grabbed her wrist in a firm hold before she could touch him.
    “No. You do not have permission.”
    Instead of fighting him she submitted to his hold, leaning on him further until he had to brace his legs as she laid her head over his heart and wrapped her arms around his waist. This allowed him to see Katya’s small breasts beyond the generous swell of Rya’s ass, half revealed by his shirt lifting as she rode Katya’s face. He caught the edge of a tattoo on one rounded cheek and wanted to lift the shirt so he could see what it was. While he was sure her tattoos were nothing like his, all of his ink was put on for marking reasons within the Bratva, it intrigued him that she would have something along the smooth curve of her lower back.
    Her small hands fisted the back of his shirt, then she released him and leaned back, one of her hands going to his bicep and the other stroking his beard.
    “Dimitri, I’m going to come, kiss me, please. I need you.”
    Looking into her eyes, he slowly leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. When she tried to immediately deepen the kiss, he pulled back and whispered against her lips. “Stay still, malyshka . I control our kiss.”
    She moaned and her hand convulsed on his bicep, making him smile before he brushed her lips with his own again. Though she trembled, she followed his command as he slowly and carefully explored her mouth, licking the taste of Katya off of her, struggling with himself to drag out Rya’s pleasure. The need to own her orgasm was too great to resist.
    “You will not come until I say. Yes?”
    “Oh, please,” she whispered into his mouth, inhaling his air and giving him hers when she exhaled.
    “Are you close? Does your cunt ache?” He licked across her mouth again and she whimpered. “I think you are soaking Katya right now with your honey, but she is greedy and licks it up. Maybe she licks your clit, or sucks on it like a little cock. If I had my mouth on your sweet pussy that is what I would do. I would be gentle, then bite.”
    She moaned low in her throat, and as her lips parted to make that sexy sound, he slipped his tongue into her hot little mouth. He licked her, learning what aroused her, what drove her higher in her excitement until she sucked on his tongue, making him think about that pretty mouth sucking around his cock. He wrapped her long hair in his fist and tugged her head back, studying her expression, her eyes, and reading her body language to gauge how close she was.
    By the strained, almost pained look she was fighting her orgasm with all she had.
    That pleased him.
    Greatly.
    Ignoring her nails digging into his skin, welcoming the pain that helped him control his own desire, he stroked her cheek gently and said, “Come for me, devochka moya .”
    Her orgasm was quiet, not the usual screaming and moaning he was accustomed to from his women. But that didn’t make it any less beautiful. In fact, he loved the way her voice sounded like a soft dove’s cry, sweet and gentle, just like the woman in his arms. She shuddered against him, wrapping herself around him as she made those honeyed sounds. He rubbed a soothing hand down her back, enjoying the flex of her body beneath his fingers. While her back was smooth, no shoulder blades or knobs from her spine sticking out through skin stretched over bone, she also had surprisingly good muscle tone. His little Rya was small, but she was strong.
    She made a pained sound, the whimper of an overstimulated woman having her tender pussy touched too hard, and he lifted her off of Katya in an easy move that made Rya gasp and cling to him. For a moment he held her