Page 55 of Dark Seduction

His words, combined with his tongue, are a potent combination, and I can't help but comply. "I want more, Lev," I gasp, my voice breathless with need. "Please, don’t stop. I need you to make me come."

Encouraged by my words, he doubles his efforts, his tongue working magic against my clit as one hand slides up my thigh and two fingers enter me with a smooth, confident thrust. He finds my rhythm, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that perfect spot that makes my world shatter and rebuild with every stroke.

The combination of his mouth and fingers is devastating, a perfect symphony of sensation that sends me spiraling toward the edge. He doesn’t let up, relentless in his mission to bring me to the peak, his fingers pumping steadily as his tongue circles my clit with unerring precision.

I can feel the tension coiling inside me, building with every touch, every flick of his tongue, every delicious thrust of his fingers. My body tenses, every nerve alight, as I teeter on the brink of something spectacular.

"That’s it, Dalia," he murmurs against me, his voice filled with raw desire. "Come for me. I want to feel you fall apart."

His words are my undoing. With a cry, I shatter around him, pleasure crashing over me in waves so intense they leave me breathless and trembling. My world narrows to this moment, this feeling, as my pussy clenches around his fingers, every muscle quivering with the force of my release.

He doesn’t stop until he’s squeezed every last shudder of pleasure from me, only then easing his fingers from my body and pressing one last lingering kiss to my thigh. I lay there, boneless and blissfully spent, as he rises to kiss me softly, letting me taste the remnants of my own pleasure on his lips.

"I want to make you mine," he declares, his voice deep and unwavering, filled with a promise that sends shivers down my spine. "I want to claim you completely."

My heart pounds in response, my body already aching for his touch, his claim. "That's what I want, too," I confess, my voice a breathless whisper of longing. There's no hesitation, no doubt, just an undeniable need to be his in every possible way.

He positions himself above me, his body a force of nature poised to take me. His hands find my wrists, pinning them above my head with a firm, commanding grip that sends a thrill of submission coursing through my veins.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushes inside me, and I gasp at the sensation. He stretches me in the most exquisite way, every inch of him filling me completely. I moan softly, adjusting to the delicious fullness of him, my body surrendering to his possession.

"You're still so tight," he groans, his voice rough with pleasure as he begins to move, igniting a fire that spreads through me with every powerful stroke. His hips drive forward with an intensity that leaves me breathless, each thrust perfectly aimed to hit that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes.

The bed moves beneath us, matching the rhythm of our passion, as he claims me with a raw, animalistic need that mirrors my own. I arch against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, feeling every delicious inch of him, as if we're dancing on the edge of oblivion together.

The room fills with the sound of our bodies meeting, the ragged gasps of our shared pleasure echoing in the air. His hands maintain their grip on my wrists, holding me captive beneath him as he drives into me with unrelenting force, every movement drawing me closer to the edge of something profound.

"Lev," I gasp, lost in the overwhelming sensation of him inside me, the friction and heat building into a crescendo that I can no longer control. I feel myself spiraling, the world blurring as he pushes me ever closer to that precipice.

He leans down, his lips grazing my ear as he whispers, "I want to feel you come all over my cock, Dalia.”

His pace quickens, his grip on my wrists tightening as he nears his own release. I feel him swell inside me, his thrusts becoming more erratic, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through my oversensitive body as I reach a blinding climax.

"That's it," he groans, his voice a guttural growl as he reaches his own end. With a final, powerful thrust, he spills inside me, the warmth of his release lighting me up. He holds himself deep, thesensation of him draining into me a perfect counterpoint to the throbbing aftershocks of my orgasm.

We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the force of our shared ecstasy. The world slowly comes back into focus, our breathing gradually steadying as we lie entwined, the afterglow of our passion enveloping us in a cocoon of bliss.

Lev releases my wrists, his touch now gentle and soothing as he pulls me into his arms, holding me close. I nestle against him, savoring the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.

"You’re incredible," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, and I smile, feeling a deep, abiding sense of contentment.

In this moment, wrapped in his embrace, I know I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.

Chapter 24

Lev

"Any leads on Plushenko?" I ask, steering through an intersection with practiced ease.

As I navigate through the bustling streets of downtown Chicago, I'm deep in conversation with Yuri. We're unraveling the threads of our current predicament—specifically, the role Alexei Plushenko might have played in the recent attacks.

Yuri's voice comes through the Bluetooth, tinged with the same frustration I feel. "I've had the lieutenants digging everywhere, asking around. But nothing substantial, nothing that directly points to Alexei, at least."

I grip the steering wheel a bit tighter, my gaze fixed on the road ahead but my mind racing with possibilities. Alexei's a cunning player, his motives as murky as the waters we find ourselves wading through. If he's involved, he's covered his tracks well.

"Keep pressing. He's got to slip up somewhere," I insist, my voice firm, the city lights streaking past.

Yuri assures me they're on it, but the uncertainty gnaws at me.

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