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If I was going to hell, then what a way to go.

CHAPTER 11

Caroline

“I’m not good at this. I mean…”

My God. I was admitting my inexperience to him. For some crazy reason, it felt like I should, as if he should know what he was getting himself into.

Vadim responded by placing his finger across my lips. “Nastoyashchaya strast’, glubokaya svyaz’ ne imeyet nichego obshchego s opytom.”

I stared at him quizzically, opening and closing my mouth.

He chuckled softly, pressing a series of kisses against one cheek then the other before whispering the translation. “I said that true passion, a deep connection has nothing to do with experience.”

Were we connected? Was this filthy act we were about to share more than just fulfilling a carnal need? What did it matter at this point?

“Never forget how beautiful you are.”

“Even with pink hair?” I tangled the fingers of one hand through my strands as I slipped my other around his neck, delighted by the silky feel of his thick hair.

“Yes, even with pink hair.” Another flash of lightning highlighted the intense look he held, the man ready to devour every inch of me. Very gently he eased me back against the sheets, remaining on his knees as the storm continued.

But oddly enough, I was no longer afraid. In fact, I was elated by the surge in both aspects of electricity.

He planted his hands on either side of me, taking his time to drop his head. Another barrage of Russian left his mouth but the words were barely a whisper, yet so exciting.

I pressed my hands against the bed, fisting the sheets before arching my back, opening my legs as a blatant invitation. He pulled back, his nostrils flaring as he lowered his head, allowing his eyes to trail all the way down to my smooth pussy. As he started to pepper kisses across my shoulder, I twisted back and forth on the sheets. Just the way he was taking his time darting his tongue across my skin was driving me crazy. The need only continued to build, pushing the limits of pleasure, guiding me straight into the beginnings of rapture.

When he reached my stomach, I fisted my hands, another wave of embarrassment stifling my breath. I even pressed one flexed hand across my face, fighting the anxiety. He was old enough he’d done this hundreds of times. Right? I wanted to laugh, trying to calm down. His experience was exactly what I needed. “I’m nervous,” I said rather out of the blue.

“Relax, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.” The husky tone of his voice was soothing, but when he passed his hand across my naked pussy, I jerked up from the bed, my breathing shallow.

He crawled between my legs, lifting and spreading them wide. There was no rush, no push to get me to do anything, just an amazing closeness as he rubbed his hands on my inner thighs. His caress was soft and tingly. I closed my eyes as he blew across my wetness, muttering something under his breath that I couldn’t understand.

As he gathered my legs into his arms, I bristled, every muscle stiffening. He rolled his thumb around my clit, pressing against it as I struggled to keep quiet. The moment he pinched the already sensitive bud, he sent heart-stopping sensations straight to my pelvis. Then as he slid his tongue around my tender tissue, I was pulled into a beautiful vacuum that I never wanted to leave. Breathless, my mind spinning out of control, I squeezed my hands around the sheet, tugging and pulling as I pointed my toes. “Oh, God. Oh… My God.” I tried to keep from laughing out of nervousness.

“Do you like that?”

His voice dripped of continued lust, the gravelly tone sending an array of vibrations to the darkest center of my being. “Yes. God. Yes.” My mouth was dry, my pulse racing.

The way he was taking his time left me aching, wanting more.

Vivid images flooded my mind, the fantasies entirely different than before. Juicier.

More forbidden.

He lifted my hips off the bed, burying his tongue inside my tight channel and it was all I could do to keep from screaming. I bit my lower lip, twisting my head back and forth. I’d never had such pleasure and a series of emotions raced through me. I was cold and hot, anxious and floating on air, my mind completely frozen to anything but utter bliss. I writhed in his hold, spinning out of control as he pushed a single finger inside. I was so tight, so hot and wet that I couldn’t seem to stop panting.

I knew the moment he realized I’d never been touched by another man by the way he lifted his head, his breathing heavier than before. I wanted to reassure him.

Or maybe to apologize.

Then I sensed he had no intention of stopping. He widened my legs, sliding a second then third finger inside. I gasped for air as he plunged his tongue inside, flicking it back and forth.

Oh, dear God. I was going to lose my mind. “I… Yes, um…” The laugh finally came, my vision completely blurred but I no longer cared. My breathing was all over the place, and I was so close, so close to releasing stars etched in gold floating in front of my eyes.

As he continued licking, he flexed his fingers open, driving in slow and even thrusts. Within seconds, I was no longer breathing, unable to think, the pleasure was so great. Panting, I arched my back, reaching for him with one hand as the beginnings of an orgasm tickled my toes, shooting up my legs.

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