Mika hadn't let up for a second.
His tongue and lips were relentless, dragging across every inch of Yelena's trembling ass—broad licks from the bottom curve right up, sucking marks into her flesh, his chin scraping her as he mouthed and bit at her—leaving behind a trail of wetness and purple bruises that stood stark against her pale skin.
He worked her over until the entire surface glistened, shiny with spit and tingling where his teeth had marked her—and every breath Yelena took trembled in her chest, her thighs clenching and relaxing, muscles fluttering from the constant stimulation.
He didn't leave a single patch of skin untouched, cheeks, inner curve, even the sensitive dip just beneath.
"Look at you shaking." He breathed, a line of saliva still connecting his mouth to her skin. "I could spend hours on this ass. You have no idea how fucking sweet you taste, Yelena."
