Page 47 of Vendetta Crown

His golden eyes lock with mine as I reposition myself, my thighs trembling slightly with anticipation. I reach between us, guiding him to my entrance, and slowly inch forward onto his cock.

The initial stretch takes my breath away. He fills me like we're made for each other. My body remembers and welcomes him. I feel a surge of happiness, of rightness, as he stretches me and pushes deeper.

I close my hands around the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as I begin to move. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, deepening our kiss as our bodies find their rhythm together.

Each rise and fall of my hips feel like coming home. The bruises on my body seem to fade from my consciousness, replaced by the burning connection between us.

With every movement, I'm taking back what was nearly stolen from me. With every kiss, I'm choosing this man, this life, and this future.

His hands rest against my back, steadying me while he lets me set the pace.

Even now, he's giving me control. Letting me lead. Understanding exactly what I need without me having to say it.

My forehead rests against his as we breathe the same air. I feel the tension building inside me, hot and insistent. But more than that, I feel safe. Cherished. Powerful.

"Look at me," I whisper, needing to see his eyes. Needing him to see me—all of me—in this moment of vulnerability and strength.

His golden eyes meet mine, burning with something I've been too afraid to name. Something I can no longer deny.

"I love you," I whisper against his mouth, the words slipping out before I can catch them.

Those three words hover in the air between us, weightless yet more powerful than anything I've ever said.

For a terrifying moment, Ruslan stares at me, his golden eyes wide with something I can't read.

Then his expression transforms.

"I love you too, Aurora," Ruslan whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

His confession crashes through me like a tidal wave, washing away every doubt, every fear. I capture his mouth in mine again, greedily drinking in the taste of him as tears of joy blur my vision.

I rock against him more urgently now, my body demanding more. His hands grip my hips, not to control but to support as I dictate our pace. Each time I sink down on him, I feel complete in ways I never knew were possible.

The motion of our bodies feels like poetry, like the most natural expression of this love flowing between us. I break our kiss just enough to see his face—the way his jaw tightens when I grind against him, how his eyes darken when I moan his name.

"I thought I'd never say those words," I confess, breathless as I quicken my movements. "I was so afraid of loving someone again."

Ruslan's hand comes up to cradle my face. "And I was afraid I couldn't protect someone I loved."

I rise and fall faster now, chasing the pleasure building inside me. The friction of his cock hitting just the right spot makes my thighs tremble.

"We're stronger together," I gasp, feeling my body tightening around him.

His eyes never leave mine, witnessing every expression, every moment of vulnerability as I ride him harder. There's no hiding from him, no pretending. Just raw, honest connection.

"Aurora," he groans, his voice breaking with need.

I press my forehead against his, our breath mingling as our bodies move as one. The intimacy of this moment, everything from the whispered confessions to our shared vulnerability, pushes me closer to the edge.

The delicious tension coils tighter and tighter with every movement. Ruslan's hands hold me closer as I ride him. His golden eyes lock on mine, burning with love and desire.

"I'm close," I whisper, my voice breaking. My entire body trembles as I chase my release.

"Then come for me,zarechka," he murmurs, and the tenderness in his voice nearly undoes me.

I watch his face as the pleasure mounts. The way his jaw tightens, the way the furrow between his brows is deepening.

I can feel his heart racing beneath the swell of my breasts and through his cock moving inside of me.

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