Page 73 of Blazing Embers

When we reach the double doors of our suite, he throws them open. I gasp.

It’s stunning. Grand and warm, with deep reds and golds, high windows, and a massive carved bed that looks like it belongs to a warrior king. Or a dragon.

“Your bathroom’s through the dressing room on the right. Mine’s on the left,” Ruslan says.

Then he opens a door that leads to a small corridor next to my dressing room. “This way.”

Two more rooms join ours.

He gestures. “This is Elena’s room. And this one—the nursery for our son.”

My throat tightens. The walls are half-painted in soft blues and greys. The crib is still in pieces, but it’s perfect.

“It’ll be ready before he gets here,” Ruslan promises.

“It's perfect, Ruslan.” I look up at him.

“You’re perfect.” He grabs me and kisses me, lifting me like I weigh nothing and carrying me back to the bed.

I laugh through my tears. I don’t think I have ever been this happy, and I know that as soon as we have our baby girl back, we’ll both be completely whole.

“Ruslan—”

“Shhh. Let me worship you.”

He lowers me onto the bed, his lips brushing down my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, and then lingering on my collarbone before moving down to the swell of my breasts. His mouth envelops one nipple while his thumb grazes the other, sending shivers down my spine. Then he moves lower, his lips reverent on the soft curve of my belly.

“You’re the strongest woman I know,” he murmurs against my skin. “Hello, my son,” he whispers to my belly. “I can’t wait to meet you.” He looks up at me. “What did you name him?”

I swallow. “I haven’t yet.”

He smiles and moves back to my lips before sliding his hand between my thighs, parting them gently, his fingers brushing against the wetness pooling there.

“I have an idea about that.”

“Oh?” I look into his eyes as he continues to tease me expertly with his fingers and thumb circling around my clit.

“What if we called him Leonid Damien Dragunov?” My face crumples, and I can't stop the tears from falling down my cheeks as the pleasure builds. “I'd like that.”

His lips crush mine, and his hands move tenderly over my full breasts.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he whispers and proceeds to undress me.

He does so slowly, unbuttoning my blouse one button at a time while planting soft kisses on my neck. With each new inch of skin revealed, he lavishes it with more tender caresses and kisses. His hands glide over my breasts, cupping them and teasing my nipples to stiffness with his fingers.

When I'm completely naked, he quickly undresses then slides back onto the bed and continues exploring my body with his mouth—from the nape of my neck down to the curve of my waist, then further down to the delicate skin inside my thighs.

His tongue trails a seductive path along my inner thigh, making me shiver with anticipation. I cry out as his tongue licks along my slit then parts the lips of my mound to find my throbbing clit.

Ruslan pushes two fingers inside me and begins to finger fuck me as he french kisses my pussy licking and sucking, driving me to the edge. I tangle my hands in his hair and lift my pelvis,grinding myself against his face as he sucks my clit and teases it with the tip of his tongue. His fingers pick up speed penetrating me and the world explodes around in a wave of pleasure that makes me scream out his name.

Ruslan positions himself between my legs, and I can feel the heat emanating from him as his erection grazes my wetness. He teases me for a moment before finally sliding inside me, filling me completely. It's almost too much to take in as he slowly thrusts in and out of me, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.

Ruslan's hands never leave me for a moment, sculpting every part of my body that our lovemaking reveals. The sensation is all-consuming, hungry yet tender—a reunion in every sense of the word.

Gradually, our moans grow louder as our bodies move together, picking up speed as we reach our peak.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, we cling to each other in that final moment as Ruslan thrusts into me a few more times before we both cry out and he spills his seed inside. I see his muscles strain in his arms and neck as he leans on his arms not wanting to fall on my belly as his cock pulses inside me and my slick walls convulse around him while we ride the final waves of pleasure.

---