Page 73 of Vendetta Vows

"It feels so good," I breathe, my voice hardly my own. "So good."

"We're just getting started,zarechka," Ruslan murmurs against my skin, his voice dark with a promise that makes me shiver.

When his attention shifts to my left breast, I cry out in surprise. The previously neglected nipple is somehow more sensitive, almost painfully so. Where the right side had gradually built to pleasure, this new sensation explodes through me instantly.

"Oh," I gasp. "Oh my God."

My mind struggles to process the overwhelming feeling. It's like he's plugged a live wire directly to my core. Each gentle pull of his lips sends electric currents racing from my breast to my toes before doubling back in the searing heat between my legs.

I never knew my body could respond this way. Like every nerve ending is suddenly, gloriously alive.

The wetness between my thighs increases, and I squeeze them together seeking relief only to meet his powerful body in between. Ruslan gently pushes them open again, denying me that small comfort.

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

He's drowning me in fresh sensation. All of it terrifying and wonderful and exciting. My hips move instinctively, seeking friction that isn't there.

His careful touch continues to escalate as his mouth roams over my breast. His hand traces maddening patterns on the inside of my thigh. Each motion brings me closer to something I've never experienced before. Pleasure laps at me in waves, each one higher and harder than the last.

I twist beneath him, caught between wanting to escape the intensity and needing more of it. My fingers grip his shoulders desperately, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

"Ruslan," I moan, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears.

I want to tell him that it's too much. But it isn't.

It's exactly what I need, what I've wanted, what I've been missing my entire life.

The cresting pleasure erases everything else. My fear, my past, even my name.

In this moment, I'm not a woman hiding from a monster that hunts her.

I'm just a woman being worshipped by a man who sees all of me.

His teeth graze lightly against my sensitive peak, and I cry out again, louder this time. The small hint of pain amplifies the pleasure, making everything sharper, more intense. My entire body tightens in response, coiling like a spring.

Ruslan's hand leaves my thigh, and I whimper when he slips beneath the thin material of my underwear.

For just a heartbeat, anxiety flutters in my chest. A ghost of memories I don't want to revisit.

But this is different. This is Ruslan.

His fingers move through my folds, and I gasp at the intimate contact. The sensation is overwhelming, both familiar and completely new at once.

"You're soaked,zarechka," he murmurs.

Heat rushes to my face. I turn away, suddenly self-conscious about my body's eager response to him.

"Don't," Ruslan says, his free hand gently turning my face back to his. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. This is beautiful. You're beautiful."

His words wash over me, soothing my insecurity. I relax under his touch, letting my thighs fall open wider for him.

Then one thick digit slides inside me, and I cry out, my back arching off the table. The stretch is delicious. An intrusion that my body welcomes completely.

"Take me in," he encourages, slowly working his finger deeper. "Show me how much you want this."

His golden eyes hold mine captive as he begins to move, setting a rhythm that has me panting within seconds. The wet sounds of his movements fill the room, unbelievably erotic.

"Can you hear that,zarechka?" Ruslan growls. "Can you hear how ready you are? How long you've waited for this? How long you've waited forme?"

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