Page 75 of Vendetta Vows

"Come!" He commands and I obey.

"Ruslan!" I scream as the first wave crashes through me.

The orgasm rips through me like nothing I've ever experienced. Violent and beautiful and perfect. My body convulses around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure pulses outward from my core.

Ruslan's fingers slide out of me, leaving an emptiness that makes me whimper. I'm still quivering from the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced.

Theonlyreal orgasm I've ever received.

I watch through half-lidded eyes as he brings those same fingers to his mouth. My breath falters as he slowly, deliberately licks them clean, his golden eyes never leaving mine.

"You taste divine," he murmurs.

The sight triggers another pulse of desire despite my sensitivity.

"I had no idea," I whisper, my voice hoarse from crying out. "I had no idea anyone can make me feel this good."

"Not anyone,zarechka," Ruslan corrects me. "OnlyIcan make you feel this good."

Before I can respond, he leans forward and captures my lips in a deep kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue is shocking at first, tangy and intimate. But I find myself moaning into his mouth, chasing the flavor.

His hands move down my body, hooking into my underwear and slowly dragging the damp fabric down my legs. Cool air kisses my exposed center, and I shiver.

"Do you think we're done?" he asks, his voice dark with promise.

I look up at him, breathless and confused. "What?"

A knowing smile spreads across his face. "The marvelous thing about women,zarechka, is that you can have multiple orgasms. Back to back."

Before I can process his words, Ruslan moves to the end of the table and kneels between my spread legs, his broad shoulders keeping my legs spread while his eyes darken with hunger. His hot breath laves my soaked pussy as he looks up at me.

The position should make me feel vulnerable, but all I feel is anticipation.

And excitement that this powerful man—a bratva pakhan—is on his knees in worship ofme.

"Eyes on me," he commands softly.

I prop myself up on my elbows, my body still trembling from the first orgasm.

When his mouth finally presses against my center, the sensation is so intense I cry out, my head threatening to fall back. But Ruslan's voice keeps me anchored.

"Keep staring at me," he orders, his breath hot against my most sensitive flesh. "Don't look away until you come again."

His tongue takes a long, slow swipe that makes my entire body jerk. I bite my lip to keep from screaming, my eyes locked with his as he feasts on me.

I don't look away from Ruslan's molten gold eyes as his mouth works magic between my thighs. Every lick sends lightning through my core, each gentle suck on my sensitive flesh makes my legs tremble uncontrollably.

"Oh my God," I whimper, propping myself up on shaking elbows.

The sound of his mouth against me is obscenely wet. Slick, hungry noises that should embarrass me but instead stokes the fire building inside.

I can hear him swallowing my pleasure, drinking down every drop my body offers him.

"You taste better than anything I've ever had," he murmurs against me, the vibration of his words sending new shockwaves through my system.

The intimate scent of our pleasure fills the space between us. Musky and sweet and primal. It mingles with his cologne, creating an intoxicating blend that makes my head spin.

His strong hands grip my thighs, keeping them spread wide as he devours me with single-minded focus. The contrast of his rough palms against my soft inner thighs only heightens every sensation.

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