Page 76 of Vendetta Vows

"Ruslan," I pant, my voice high and desperate. "Please..."

He responds by circling my clit with the tip of his tongue before drawing it between his lips and sucking gently. The sensation is so intense that my body rises off the table.

"Don't you dare look away," he growls when my eyes threaten to roll back.

I force myself to maintain our connection, watching as this powerful man feasts on me like I'm his last meal. The sight of his eyes blazing with hunger nearly sends me toppling over the edge.

When he sucks harder on my clit, everything inside me detonates. The orgasm crashes through me with devastating force, somehow even more intense than the first.

"Fuck!" I scream.

But he doesn't stop. His mouth stays locked on me, drinking down the fresh flood of wetness as I convulse against his mouth.

My arms give out and I collapse back onto the table, unable to hold myself up anymore. My fingers find his hair, gripping tightly, but instead of pushing him away, I pull him closer.

"Don't stop," I beg, even as my body shakes uncontrollably.

Another orgasm follows immediately after, then another, and another. Each one crashes into the next, adding to the intensity until they blend into a single continuous wave of pleasure.

My consciousness fragments into pure sensation. His mouth, my pleasure, and our connection.

I'm trembling all over now, completely at his mercy, completely undone. My throat is raw and raspy from screaming. My body twists and writhes on the table as he refuses to relent, refuses to give me even a moment to recover until nothing exists beyond this moment, this man, this pleasure.

Finally, after what feels like forever, Ruslan pulls away, and I whimper helplessly.

My entire body is tingling. Every nerve ending feels like it's exposed and raw.

Even the cool air against my skin feels like too much stimulation. Almost as if my body has forgotten how to exist without his touch.

"I can't..." I whisper, my voice is hoarse. "I don't think I can move."

A small smile plays at the corners of Ruslan's mouth as he rises to his feet. His lips glisten with the evidence of my pleasure, and the sight sends another aftershock rippling through me.

"You don't need to move,zarechka," he murmurs.

He bends down and scoops me into his arms with effortless strength. I melt against his chest, too boneless and spent to do anything but curl into the solid warmth of him.

The sudden shift in position makes my head swim, and I close my eyes, letting myself be completely vulnerable in his arms. My dress is somewhere on the floor, but Ruslan manages to grab it and drape it over my naked body as he carries me out of the dining room.

Each step he takes sends tiny ripples of pleasure through my over-sensitive body. I tighten my grip around his neck, burying my face against him to stifle the small noises that escape with each jolt.

"Careful," I mumble against his collar. "If you keep bouncing me like this, I might come again."

His chest rumbles with quiet laughter. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

We reach the staircase, and Ruslan ascends with the same effortless grace, barely disturbing me with his movements. I feel weightless in his arms, protected.

"Here we are," he says, finally reaching my bedroom door.

He pushes it open with his foot and carries me inside, laying me down on the bed with surprising gentleness. The soft mattress cradles my exhausted body, and I sink into it gratefully.

Ruslan leans over me, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Tomorrow," he says softly, "we'll need to see our wedding planner."

I nod sleepily, the euphoria of multiple orgasms making my eyelids heavy.

He presses a kiss to my forehead, then to my lips. A gentle touch so different from the passionate ones we shared earlier.

There's tenderness in it that makes my heart flutter.

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