Page 74 of Vendetta Vows

I can't form coherent words, can only manage breathless moans as he adds a second finger, stretching me further. The fullness is exquisite, awakening nerve endings I never knew existed.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he asks, curling his fingers inside me, pressing against a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes.

"Yes…" I whimper.

His palm presses against my clit, rubbing it with maddening precision as the two fingers inside continue their relentless pace inside me.

"Please," I gasp, not sure if I'm begging him to stop or never stop.

"That's right, beg for it," Ruslan commands, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me how good it feels to have my fingers inside you."

"Your fingers feel amazing inside me," I gasp as pleasure radiates from my core. "So good... so deep..."

My words dissolve into moans as Ruslan works his fingers in and out. Every stroke sends electric shocks through my body, making coherent thought nearly impossible.

"Tell me more," he commands, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me.

"I love how you're stretching me," I pant, shocking myself with my boldness. "How you're touching me in a place that no-one else has ever touched. A place no one else is allowed to touch."

Ruslan's free hand suddenly captures my wrists, and pin them above my head on the table in one swift motion. The position leaves me completely open to him, vulnerable and exposed. My chest rises and falls rapidly as he holds me in place.

"Keep talking," he orders, tightening his grip on my wrists.

"I'm so wet," I moan, the words spilling from me without filter. "I've never been this wet for anyone but you."

He comes down to claim my mouth in a searing kiss that steals what little breath I have left. His tongue mirrors the movement of his fingers, thrusting deep and commanding. I'm completely overwhelmed by the sensation of his mouth on mine, his hand restraining me, and his fingers working magic between my legs.

All the while, those skilled fingers continue their relentless rhythm, never slowing, never giving me a moment to catch my breath. The heel of his palm grinds against my clit with each thrust, creating a perfect storm of pleasure.

I squeeze my eyes shut as my thighs begin to quiver uncontrollably. My entire body tenses as the pressure builds to an unbearable peak.

"Oh God, Ruslan," I cry against his mouth. "I'm close... I'm so close..."

Every muscle in my body strains toward release. My hands flex helplessly against his restraining grip. My hips rock desperately against his hand, seeking that final push over the edge.

"Open your eyes," Ruslan commands, his voice rough with desire. "Look at me,zarechka."

I force my heavy eyelids open, struggling against the overwhelming sensations threatening to drag me under. His golden eyes capture mine, holding me prisoner just as surely as his hand around my wrists. The raw hunger I see there leaves my breath still in anticipation.

No one has ever looked at me this way before, like I'm something precious and wild simultaneously. Like he wants to possess me and worship me in equal measure.

"Look at me when you come for me," he says, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that perfect spot that makes my vision blur.

The intensity of his voice ignites something primal inside me. I'm exposed completely. Not just my body, but everything I've kept hidden in my soul. The need for connection. The yearning to be seen. The desperate hunger for touch that I've denied myself for years.

"Ruslan," I gasp, trying to hold his gaze even as pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.

"Yes," he encourages, never breaking eye contact. "Say my name when you come."

His fingers move faster, deeper, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit with perfect pressure. My body tightens around him, hovering on the precipice of release.

"I can feel you getting closer," he murmurs, his eyes drilling into me like his fingers. "Your body is telling me everything you need."

I'm trembling now, every muscle taut as a bowstring. The coil of pleasure winds tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe through it.

And still, I keep my eyes locked with his.

In those golden depths, I see something that breaks the last of my resistance and transform into acceptance. Complete and total acceptance of who I am, of my darkness and my light. Of everything I've been running from. Of…

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