Page 58 of Owned By the Russian

“You have the most beautiful fucking tits, Baby,” he rasped against her skin, lips curling into something dark and sinful. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

Before she could answer, he dragged his teeth over the sensitive peak, grazing, then biting?just enough to make her gasp. His eyes stayed locked on hers, watching, waiting, his grip tightening as he saw the flash of pleasure ripple through her.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, his voice wicked and approving. “I knew you’d like that.”

“Ilya,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper.

He smiled against her skin, his lips curving as he pressed slow, wet kisses down the smooth plane of her stomach, feeling the way her muscles quivered under his mouth. He kissed lower and lower, tracing the curve of her waistline with his tongue, his breath hot against her skin.

Then, with agonizing patience, he slid her skirt down her hips, taking her underwear with it in one fluid motion. His eyes darkened as he watched her arousal cling to the soaked fabric before breaking away, leaving her bare beneath him.

“Valentina,” he murmured, more to himself than her, his voice rough, thick with need. His large hands settled on her thighs, parting them with ease.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he said, his voice molten, ardent.

Starting at her ankles, he pressed open-mouthed kisses against her skin, trailing upward, his lips leaving a wet, heated path in their wake. He kissed along the inside of her legs, his touch possessive, his gaze locked onto the place he wanted most.

He dragged his teeth along the soft skin of her inner thigh, savoring the way she trembled beneath him. His grip tightened, fingers digging into her flesh just enough to make her gasp. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, his heart slamming against his chest in anticipation, but right now, his focus was singular?her.

“Printsessa,” he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with want. “I want to take my time with you.”

She shivered as he inched closer, his breath hot against her center. His hungry eyes burned into her, drinking in every slick, glistening inch of her. A satisfied hum rumbled from his chest as he smoothed his palms up her thighs, forcing them wider.

“I want to feel every shiver, every gasp, every inch of you under me.”

Then, without warning, he pressed his mouth to her and took a long, slow lick that had her arching off the bed.

A sharp cry slipped from her lips, her thighs clenching around his head as if to keep him there forever. He let out a deep groan, sending vibrations through her core, before diving back in, his tongue flattening, curling, stroking, tasting.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, desperate, and when he glanced up, her teary gaze locked onto his?wild, pleading. He smirked against her, then flicked his tongue deliberating, watching as her lips parted, her breath hitching.

“Look at you,” he murmured between deep strokes, his voice wrecked with desire. “So fucking sweet. So perfectly made for me.”

His hands gripped her thighs tighter as he devoured her, determined to unravel her completely. He stroked her languidly with his tongue and then licked up to her clit, tugging into his mouth at the same time that two of his fingers easily plunged into her wet heat.

He tortured her with relentless, fast thrusts of his fingers, his teeth grazing her swollen clit, sending sharp bursts of pleasure through her. She was wrecked?crying, pleading, tugging at his hair with all her strength, thighs locked so tightly around his head it should’ve been suffocating. But it only drove him wilder.

His fingers curled inside her, pressing into that devastating spot, and she jerked against the bed, her spine bowing, her neck arching as her head tipped back into the pillows.

A broken cry tore from her lips, breathless and raw, as she shattered.

Ilya fucked her through it, his mouth unrelenting, lapping every last drop of her sweet release, dragging her orgasm out until her body trembled, overstimulated and limp beneath him. Only when she was clean?when she was ready to take him?did he finally pull away.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured hungrily as he tugged off his shirt, then his pants, stripping until he was just as bare as she was.

He grabbed her by the thighs and dragged her toward him with force, her slick skin gliding effortlessly against the sheets.

Sweat glistened on his forehead, trickled down his chest, his abs tensing as he wrapped a strong hand around his throbbing cock. He dragged the engorged tip through her folds, groaning as her wetness coated him.

“You’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you?” His voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable, his grip tightening at the base of his cock as he teased her entrance.

Valentina gasped, her fingers digging into his forearms. He leaned down, his breath hot against her lips as he circled her clit with his dripping tip. “I want to hear you say it.” He applied pressure on her clit and she whimpered. “Say it, Baby.”

Valentina’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. Ilya held himself there, thick and throbbing against her entrance, his dark eyes searching hers, demanding her surrender?not just her body, but everything.

“Yes,” she whispered, voice frayed and raw, fingers trailing up his arms, over the ridges of his muscles. “I’ll take everything.”

A groan rumbled deep in his chest, something primal, something possessive, and then he was pushing inside her, stretching her inch by inch, forcing her open to take him.

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