Page 141 of Vendetta Vows

I grit my teeth as Aurora's hips rise to meet mine. Stroke for stroke, she matches me, taking control in a way that makes my muscles clench.

"Fuck," I growl, the scent of her, coconut and sweat and the perfume she wore for our ceremony, embeds deep in my lungs with each ragged breath. "Yes, just like that."

The silk of her wedding dress bunches beneath us, rustling with each thrust. White fabric sprawls around her body like snow, a perfect contrast to her flushed skin. Beading digs into my knees with each thrust, and Aurora's nails run along my back.

"Take it," I tell her. "Take it all. My cock is just for you. Use it however you want."

Her eyes flash with something primal. She pushes against my chest, flipping our positions until she's straddling me, her wedding dress billowing around us like a cloud.

"Is this what you want?" she asks, circling her hips in a way that makes my vision blur. "You want me to fuck you, Ruslan?"

The sound of my name on her lips sends electricity through my veins. "Yes…Fuck, yes."

"You want me to fuck this big hard cock of yours?" she whispers, leaning down to bite my earlobe. "This big hard cock that's destroying my tight wet pussy?"

I grab her hips, guiding her movements as she rides me. "Yes," I strain.

The sound of skin against skin mingles with our heavy breathing and the rustle of expensive fabric. The air is thick with the scent of sex and wedding flowers.

Aurora moans, her head falling back as she finds the perfect angle. "Nobody's ever made me feel this good," she confesses, her voice breaking as she grinds against me. "Nobody except you."

"Because you belong to me," I promise, sitting up to capture a nipple between my teeth. "Your lips, your pussy, your heart. Everything."

Her hair falls around her face in waves as her mouth parts in ecstasy. One lusty moan after another punches from her throat, and it becomes harder to tell if I'm fucking her or if she's fucking me.

"Oh, I'm so close," she whimpers. "Yes… Fuck, Ruslan, don't stop."

I press harder, matching the rhythm of her movements as I bury myself to the hilt with every thrust.

"Look at me," I command, my voice rougher than intended. "I want to see your eyes when you come."

She obeys, those hazel eyes locking with mine, pupils blown wide with desire.

"That's it," I purr. "My good girl."

Her breathing hitches, thighs tensing around me. I feel her start to tremble, her inner muscles fluttering around my cock. I thrust up to meet her, driving deeper as she begins to unravel.

"Come for me,zarechka," I growl again, the word escaping before I can stop it.

And this time, she answers.

"Oh," she gasps, her body stiffening as the orgasm takes her. "I'm coming. I'm coming for you!"

Aurora's body tightens around me like a vise as her orgasm crashes through her.

"Ruslan!" My name becomes a repeated, desperate, and reverent prayer on her lips.

She convulses beneath me. Our sweat-slicked bodies rushing to meet each other. Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her thighs quiver against my sides as the waves of her pleasure pull my cock impossibly deeper.

The sight of her hair splayed across her crumpled wedding dress, her parted lips, and her eyes glazed with pleasure yet still locked with mine is beautiful.

She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I fight to maintain control, but with every flutter of her pussy, control begins to slip away.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I whisper, meaning every word.

The intensity of her wetness coating me, the sound of our bodies joining, and the sight of the flush spreading from her cheeks down her neck to her breasts pushes me to the edge.

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