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I didn’t know I could feel like this.

Every nerve in my body was awake, screaming, begging for more.His mouth worked me with a rhythm that was both reverent and obscene.He moaned around me, and the vibration made me cry out again.

“Petyr, I—I don’t think I can—”

He pulled back just far enough to whisper, lips brushing my slick, aching tip, “Let go, krasiviy.”

And I did.

I gave myself over, because I didn’t know how not to.Because the second his lips wrapped around me, the world I thought I knew—the silence I’d lived inside, the numbness I mistook for peace—split open like glass under pressure.

My hands trembled as they slid into Petyr’s hair, unsure at first.Not because I didn’t want this, God, I wanted him, but because I didn’t know what I was allowed.What I deserved.But the second I gripped him, something changed.My hips moved a little, then instinct took over, and I found myself thrusting into his mouth, gentle but rhythmic, driven by something older than fear.

I looked down at him.Petyr.On his knees for me.Willing and hungry.His eyes were closed, his mouth so warm, so impossibly wet around me.The way he moaned sent vibrations up my spine, rattling my ribs.I didn’t know I could feel this much and still stand upright.

Then there was movement, and a man stepped into the room.

My entire body seized.

It was like ice water poured straight down my back.My heart clanged in my chest.A high-pitched, helpless whimper burst from my throat, raw and startled, like a wounded animal.Shame and terror punched into me in equal measure.

But Petyr didn’t stop.

His mouth stayed on me, his hands gripped my thighs, steadying me, owning me.His eyes flicked up—calm, steady, certain.Not a word passed between us, but I understood what he meant.

Let him look.I’m not ashamed of you.

The man blinked, turned, and left.

But I couldn’t shake what had just opened inside me.The terror, the desire, the need, twisting together in some storm of uncontainable feeling.My legs shook.My breath came fast, and not just from pleasure, but from something closer to grief.

No.Not grief.Something being undone.

The pressure built so fast it scared me.My hands clenched tighter in his hair, not to guide Petyr but to anchor myself.My entire body coiled with something I had no name for.I didn’t know what was happening—I didn’t know I was this close.

And then it hit.

The orgasm tore through me like lightning, lighting up every inch of me from the inside.I cried out, and my voice cracked, high and desperate, and I wasn’t even sure if I was crying or laughing or dying.My body convulsed as I spilled into his mouth, wave after wave, and Petyr—he moaned like he loved it, like he wanted it all.

I wanted to collapse.

I couldn’t breathe.Couldn’t think.My entire body buzzed, aching and alive.I looked down, dizzy with the aftermath.Petyr still knelt in front of me, chest rising fast.His hand was around his own cock, slick with his release.He’d finished.Watching me.Tasting me.

Petyr wanted me that much.

He stood slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, and pulled me into another kiss—slow, deep, filled with something I wasn’t ready to name.His tongue brushed mine, and I tasted myself in his mouth.I startled, gasped, and then leaned in harder.

My cock twitched again, impossibly, as if my body hadn’t gotten the message that I was already spent.

And when the kiss broke, our foreheads touching, breath mingling in the dimness, Petyr looked into me the way no one ever had before.

And he asked, softly, “What now, handsome man?”

ChapterTen

Petyr

“Show me everything.You know, all of this world.I want to experience it all.”

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