“Shh,” he murmurs. His mouth is still an inch from mine, not kissing, just breathing against me. “Quiet, dikarka. There’s a nurse on the other side of the curtain.”
“I absolutely will make you.” His fingers tease up and down my swollen lips. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
I bite down on my own lip. He takes that as an invitation to press harder, to part me and find exactly how ready for him I already am. When his middle finger pushes inside, I whine into the crook of his arm.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I can’t do it. I shake my head against the pillow.
That second one isn’t a request. I open my eyes.
Raymond says those same two words and they make me want to peel my own skin off. Matvei says them and I feel it everywhere, low and crackling like heat lightning, at the base of my
