Page 80 of Vendetta Crown

His golden eyes flick up to meet mine, a question in them even as his mouth continues its torturous journey along my inner thigh. I realize what he's doing.

He's still waiting for permission, asking without words if this is what I want.

After all this time, he's still making sure I'm the one in control.

I thread my fingers through his curls, tugging gently. "Are you going to make me beg?"

His lips curve against my skin. "I wasn't planning on it," he murmurs, his breath hot against my thigh. "But now that you're offering..."

Heat floods my cheeks, but the ache between my legs drowns out any embarrassment.

"Please," I whisper, barely audible.

He nips gently at my thigh. "You can do better than that,zarechka."

Something about his confidence, the hunger in his eyes, makes me bold. Makes me want to surrender completely.

"Please," I gasp, louder this time. "I need your mouth on me. I need to feel your tongue inside me."

His tattooed fingers press into my thighs, parting them wider as he positions himself between them. But still, he hovers, his breath teasing my sensitive skin.

"Please, Daddy," I hear myself whimper, the word slipping out before I can stop it.

His eyes flash hot with surprise and desire. Then, something primal crosses his face.

Possession, hunger, and reverence all mixed together.

Exactly what I want to see.

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The moment Ruslan'smouth connects with my core, I gasp, my back rising off the counter from pleasure. His tongue traces my entrance with agonizing slowness.

Teasing me. Tasting me. Memorizing me.

"You taste divine," he growls against my flesh, the vibrations sending new waves of pleasure through me.

My fingers tighten in his golden-brown curls as his tongue moves deeper, lapping at my wetness with deliberate strokes. Every flick sends electricity shooting up my spine.

I'm completely at his mercy, spread open on our kitchen counter where anyone could walk in, but I don't care.

Nothing matters except the hot press of his tongue against my most sensitive parts.

"Oh god," I whimper as he finds my clit, circling it with precise, knowing movements.

His strong hands grip my thighs, holding me open for his hungry mouth. I feel completely devoured, consumed by the wet heat of his tongue as he works me with devastating skill. My hips buck against his face, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of everything he's giving me.

"That's it," he murmurs against me. "Show me what you need."

When he sucks my clit between his lips, I cry out, my thighs trembling around his head. The pressure builds inside me, gathering like a storm.

"Ruslan, I'm, I'm close," I pant, grinding shamelessly against his mouth.

He responds by sliding two thick fingers inside me while his tongue continues its relentless attention to my clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming. The stretch of his fingers, the wet heat of his tongue, the scratch of his stubble against my inner thighs.

My walls tighten around his fingers as he curls them against that perfect spot inside me. Stars begin to dance behind my eyelids, my body tensing as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak.

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