Page 51 of Seduction (Wicked Vows)

“Please, Daddy. Please let me come. Daddy. . .”

His growl of pleasure and approval fills me with head-to-toe bliss just seconds before the rest of my body catches up. He suckles my clit between his lips, and I lose my mind.

Euphoria explodes through me, overtaking every nerve in my body. I’m screaming, helpless to stop. I don’t care who hears or what they think. I’m powerless over the ecstasy taking over my body like I’m a woman possessed.

“Thank me,” he growls against my thigh. “Thank me while you come.”

“Thank you,” I mewl as another wave of ecstasy crashes through my veins. “Thank you. Thank you. . . Daddy,” I whisper and sob as I come against his tongue with abandon.

Seconds, minutes, years pass while I’m totally encompassed in scorching hot pleasure. I finally slump to the side as he guides my hips over to the side. I can’t move. My limbs are immobile. I’ve been paralyzed with pleasure.

“Come here,” he says.

“Can’t. . . move,” I manage to whisper. I can’t even open my eyes.

“Good,” he says approvingly. “Then I did my job right.” With effortless ease, he lifts my body and slides me onto his chest before threading his fingers through my hair. I feel the length of his cock against my belly.

“Markov. . . you can’t just do that for me and leave yourself, you know.”

“I won’t,” he whispers. “But we’re not ready to take it to the next level.”

Aren’t we, though? I trust him.

“There’s no turning back if we go there, Vera,” he whispers. “No turning back.”

It sounds as if he might be speaking from personal experience.

“But I—I want to know. Please, Markov.”

He cups the back of my head, his tone fierce when he says. “You want to give yourself to me? Are you a virgin, Vera?”

I swallow and nod. I was sheltered and alone, of course I am.

He makes a strangled sound, like a muffled, masculine groan. “That’s a gift you should never give lightly, Vera. It’s yours to give, and you can only give it once.”

I nod, my decision made. “But I want it to be you.”

Who else would give me his undeniable protection? Who else would cherish me? Who else would make sure I had everything I needed, from food in my belly to a fully-charged cell phone? Who knows what I’ve grown up with and what’s left me wanting as a grown woman?

Who else has seen me, all of me, and accepted me as I fully am?

“Come, Vera,” he whispers, the rumble of a voice in my ear making me shiver. I love the sound of his voice. I love it more when he calls me by name.

“You’re drunk on sex,” he says. “I can’t take your virginity when you’re drunk on sex.”

At that, I’ve had it. I push myself up to my elbow and stare at him. “You’re talking to a woman who made it into the most prestigious program in all of Russia. You’re talking to a woman raised in the bratva, who’s seen and heard terrible things and still, here I am.” I look him straight in the eye. “You’re not talking to a girl, Markov. You’re talking to a woman who knows what she wants. . . and I want you.”

Before I can process what’s happening, I’m on my back beneath his weight, and it feels so damn good. I’m still all pliable and warm after he made me come, and even now, my body aches for more.

With one deft movement, my wrists are in his hands.

“I don’t fuck casually,” he warns.

“I know.” Anything less would betray his character and integrity.

It’s why I want him. Why I need him.

“This is your first time,” he says, as if checking.

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