Page 140 of Vendetta Vows

It's primal, and animalistic. Being suspended in midair while we devour each other. My mind goes blissfully blank, focused only on the dual sensations of his mouth on me and his cock filling my throat.

I moan around him, feeling him twitch against my tongue in response. I'm so close.

We'reso close.

His hands grip my thighs tighter as his tongue flicks rapidly against my clit. The coil of pleasure winds impossibly tight, ready to snap. I hollow my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can, working him with renewed determination in a desperate race to see who would shatter first.

When his tongue makes one final circle around my clit, I shatter.

My orgasm crashes through me in violent waves and I cry out around him, the sound muffled by his thickness filling my mouth.

The vibration of my scream is enough to push him over the edge. His cock twitches powerfully against my tongue. Hot spurts of his cum flood my mouth, and I swallow eagerly, greedily drinking down every drop of him.

The dual sensations—my own climax still pulsing through me and the satisfaction of making him come—leave me dizzy and gasping.

When the final aftershocks subside, Ruslan slowly lowers me back to the ground, careful not to drop me. I'm boneless, breathless, my mind blissfully blank as I flop onto my back, staring up at the ceiling.

As my vision clears, I notice white drops on the pristine fabric of my wedding dress.

I laugh softly, pointing to the evidence. "You ruined my wedding dress," I tease, my voice hoarse from taking him so deep.

Ruslan's eyes darken as he looks down at me. With deliberate slowness, he kneels between my legs, his hand around his still hard cock, as he pushes my thighs open wider.

"Ohzarechka," he growls as his thick head—slick with cum—slowly inches inside of me, "I haven't even begun to ruin it yet."

36

RUSLAN

I shovemyself deep inside Aurora, burying myself to the hilt as her warmth engulfs me. The tightness of her body clenches around me. Demanding, gripping, and claiming.

I can't help the moan of pleasure punching out from my chest at the raw intensity of the sensation.

"Mine," I growl against her mouth, the word escaping before I can trap it behind my teeth.

Outside these walls, the rest of theVoriwait with their plots, their schemes, and their endless machinations. Out there is Tamara with her hatred and Gregor with his demands.

But here, right here, is only us.

Aurora cries out, her voice breaking in that perfect way that sends a shudder down my spine. I catch the sound with my mouth as I kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue.

She kisses me back just as fiercely, and her mouth opens further to indulge in the intoxicating mixture of her sweetness and my salt in our mouths.

How did I ever think that this marriage can remain only a convenience?

I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue against hers as she moans into my mouth. The vibration of her pleasure travels through me, feeding a hunger I've denied myself for years.

Until she brought it back to life.

The head of my cock aches with each thrust, sensitive from my earlier release, but I don't care. I'll endure any pain to watch her come apart beneath me, to know that I'm the one giving her this pleasure. Every gasp she makes and every flutter of her muscles around me is a victory.

"Zarechka," I whisper against her lips. "My little dawn."

She responds by wrapping her legs tighter around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I lose myself in her again.

This isn't about me. This is about her. This is about showing her that she deserves this, that her pleasure matters, that she isn't just Jamie Fields running from a monster.

She's Aurora Dragunov now, and I'll burn down the world before I let anyone take that from her.

---