Page 137 of Vendetta Vows

"Look at me," he murmurs against my skin.

I open eyes I hadn't realized I'd closed. The sight of this powerful man on his knees before me, looking up with such tenderness.

He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks gently. A moan escapes my throat, ragged and desperate. His hands grip my hips tighter, holding me in place as he lavishes attention on my breasts.

I can't help the moans that escape my lips as he sucks harder, drawing the sensitive bud deep into his mouth.

"Ruslan," I gasp, my fingers tangling in his curls, holding him against me.

His other hand cups my neglected breast, thumb brushing over the nipple in rhythm with his tongue. The dual sensation makes my knees weak.

"You taste so sweet," he murmurs against my skin, the vibration of his voice making me shiver. "Like honey."

He switches his attention to my other breast, his mouth hot and demanding. The slight scrape of his teeth makes me cry out and my body jerks with unexpected pleasure.

"Too much?" he asks, looking up with those golden eyes.

"No," I breathe. "Perfect."

His hands grip my waist, steadying me as he continues his sweet torture. Every pull of his mouth sends delicious wet heat searing between my thighs. I'm dizzy with want, my body humming with need.

"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm begging for.

But Ruslan knows. He always knows.

His mouth releases my breast, but his journey doesn't end. He presses kisses down across my stomach, his stubble creating delicious friction against my skin. Each press of his lips moves lower, his hands sliding down to hold my hips.

I feel his breath, hot against my navel as he kneels before me. His thumbs trace the creases where my thighs meet my body. My breathing grows ragged as his kisses trail lower still, across my lower belly, then to my hip bones.

"Spread your legs for me,zarechka," he commands softly.

I obey without hesitation, widening my stance. His hands slip behind me, cupping my backside as he presses his face against my lower abdomen, inhaling deeply.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His eyes lock with mine as he begins to descend, his mouth moving inexorably toward my slit.

His tongue makes the first contact and I gasp, hands flying to his hair. The sensation is electric, sending shockwaves through my entire body.

"Oh my god," I breathe, my legs trembling as his tongue slides through my folds.

Ruslan looks up at me, his golden eyes burning with hunger. "You taste divine," he growls, before diving back in, his tongue circling my clit with deliberate pressure.

I can't help the moan that escapes me. It's loud, too loud considering the wedding guests just beyond these walls, but I can't bring myself to care.

Let them wonder where we've gone. Let them talk. Nothing matters except the feel of Ruslan's mouth devouring me.

His strong hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider as he works his tongue against me. Each stroke is precise, calculated to drive me wild. I rock against his face, shameless in my need.

"Ruslan," I pant, "don't stop."

He hums against me, the vibration making me cry out. His tongue flattens, making broad sweeps before focusing again on my clit with devastating accuracy.

"Yes," I urge, grinding against his mouth as pleasure builds inside me. "Just like that."

My body feels like it's on fire. I've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so powerful with my wedding dress pooled in disarray beneath me and my husband on his knees worshipping me with his mouth.

One of his hands leaves my thigh, and I feel his finger tracing my entrance before slowly pushing inside. The dual sensation of his finger curling inside me while his tongue works my clit has me gasping for air.

"Fuck, Ruslan," I moan, my filter completely gone. "More, please."

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