Page 56 of Blazing Embers

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “You should wear this all the time.”

“Sure,” I snap. “Because that won’t scream 'rape me' to the first creep who walks in.”

His expression hardens. “Don’t ruin this moment, Tara.”

Then he's on me.

Mouth crashing into mine. Hands in my hair. The taste of him makes my knees buckle.

His hands slide under the nightgown, pulling it over my head. I reach for his belt and yank it loose. His cock springs free, thick and hard and already leaking.

I drop to my knees, but he stops me.

“No,” he growls. “My turn.”

He lifts me like I weigh nothing and lays me on the bed. His mouth finds my breast, then trails lower. My thighs fall open.

His tongue slides through my folds.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp.

He groans against my pussy, tongue relentless, fingers stroking deep inside me. I’m already so turned on by the bath, the herbs, the tea, and him that I feel my body start to convulse as I reach that peak.

My orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave, my body convulses with pleasure as Ruslan laps at my throbbing clit, my juices coating his tongue and dripping onto the sheets below.

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RUSLAN

She’s perfect.

I watch her writhe as I lap up the juices from her pussy.

Her body is quivering from her second explosive orgasm. And I intend to make her come multiple times more tonight.

I don’t care about the ceremony. Or the rules. Or the war waiting at my door.

Tara is all I want.

I take three fingers and slide them slowly into her, my mouth never leaving her clit.

“Oh… oh…” she moans. “So good.” Her breathing is labored as she grinds herself against my mouth. “Oh.. don’t stop… oh don’t stop… please.”

I drive her to another orgasm; that tea and the sexual herb concoction they laced her bath with is as much for her pleasure as it is mine.

“Ohhhh. Harder. Shove your fingers deeper.” He head-throws from side to side. “Oh yes, yes,” she screams, her body exploding as another orgasm crashes over her. I pull off my shirt, flip her over, grab a pillow to put underneath her and take her from behind, my cock sliding deep inside her. She gasps, arches, and grips the sheets.

I start to drive into her, my hand winding into her hair, and I pull her head back.

“How does this feel, baby?” My voice is hoarse. “Because your pussy feels so tight around my cock. I never want to pull out.”

“It feels amazing. Soooo deep,” Tara breathes and starts to thrust backward to add to the motion.

My thrusts get faster and faster. Tara meets each one until I slam into her and drive her over the edge into the abyss of pleasure. I feel the walls of her pussy clamp around my cock and just like that I’m falling over the edge with her, spilling my seed deep inside her.

We collapse, tangled together.

Tara snuggles into my chest, sighing in pleasure, and quickly falls asleep, her breathing evening out.

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