Page 31 of Embrace of the Russian Tiger

I cried out, the intensity of his mouth on me overwhelming, every nerve ending on fire as he pushed me higher and higher. My mind was spinning, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, and I was helpless, completely at his mercy.

"Look at you," he groaned, pulling back just enough for me to feel the loss of his mouth, but not enough to offer any relief. "Fucking wrecked for me. And I’ve barely started." He pressed his thumb against me, watching my body arch and tremble in response. "You’re mine, every fucking inch of you."

His eyes were dark, predatory, locked on mine as he dipped his head once more, and I nearly came undone at the sight of him, so relentless, so determined to destroy me with his mouth. My fingers tangled in his hair, desperate, pulling him closer, needing more, needing him.

"Maxim..." I gasped, my voice cracking with desperation. "Please... I can’t... I need?—"

He chuckled darkly, and the sound sent another surge of heat through me. "You need me to make you come, don’t you?" he taunted, his lips brushing against my swollen flesh. "You need to fall apart for me, don’t you?"

I could only nod, my body tightening, coiling with the intensity of it all. I was so close, teetering on the edge of something massive, something that threatened to shatter me completely.

"Beg," he commanded, his voice like velvet and steel. "Beg me to finish you."

I swallowed hard, the words tumbling from my lips before I could stop them. "Maxim... please... make me come. I need you. Please..."

His eyes flashed with satisfaction, and in that moment, he showed no mercy. His mouth descended on me again, his tongue moving with such ferocity that I couldn’t hold back the scream that ripped from my throat. He ravished me, devoured me, his hands gripping me tightly as he brought me to the brink of madness.

And then, with one final flick of his tongue, I shattered.

My body arched violently off the bed, my legs trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashed over me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel the overwhelming ecstasy that tore through me, leaving me breathless and quivering beneath him. I clung to him as though he were my lifeline, my nails digging into his scalp as I rode out every last tremor.

But he didn’t stop. Not until the last shudder had wracked through me, not until my body was limp and spent in his arms. He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his lips glistening with the evidence of my release, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my heart race.

"You’re so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice softer now, though the rough edge was still there. "Completely wrecked. Completely mine."

But as I tried to catch my breath, the doubts started creeping back in. The pleasure he’d just given me, the way he’d made me feel, it was undeniable... but so were the questions. The secrets. The lies. How could I give myself to him like this when he had kept so much from me?

I pulled away from his kiss, my chest heaving as I stared up at him, my emotions a tangled mess of desire and uncertainty. His face softened slightly, but there was still that guarded look, as if he was waiting for me to push him away, waiting for me to break the fragile thing between us.

"Maxim..." I began, my voice shaky as I tried to gather my thoughts, to make sense of what I was feeling. "How can I... How can I trust you when you’ve kept so much from me?"

He didn’t answer right away. His gaze darkened, the familiar coldness slipping back into place, though I could see a flicker of something else beneath the surface—something vulnerable. But still, he stayed silent, watching me, waiting.

I wanted to demand answers, to force him to tell me everything, but the truth was, I didn’t know if I was ready for that. I didn’t know if I wanted to know all the secrets he was hiding. Because once I knew, everything would change.

And so, for now, all I could do was breathe, steady myself, and try to make sense of the whirlwind that was Maxim and everything he made me feel.

"You’re dangerous," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "You make me feel things I don’t want to feel."

Maxim’s eyes darkened, his hand sliding up to cup my face as he leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a whisper of a kiss. "You think I don’t know that?" he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "You think I haven’t been fighting this as much as you?"

I stared up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. For the first time, I saw the cracks in his armor—the vulnerability he tried so hard to hide. The control he clung to so tightly, slipping away.

"Why are you fighting it?" I asked, my voice trembling.

My breath caught in my throat, his words slamming into me with the force of a wrecking ball. Loving me. He hadn’t said it outright, but the implication was there. He felt it too—the pull, the connection, the thing that was slowly consuming both of us.

Maxim’s jaw clenched, his eyes searching mine for something—an answer, a solution, a way out of this mess we had created. But there was no way out. Not anymore.

He kissed me again, slow and tender this time, as if he were memorizing the feel of my lips, the taste of me. And in that kiss, I felt it all—the fear, the desire, the inevitability of what was happening between us.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breath hot and heavy against my lips. "This willdestroy us both," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet resignation.

I closed my eyes, letting the weight of his words settle over me. "Maybe we’re already destroyed," I whispered.

And part of me didn’t want to return.

Maxim stood, his hand brushing my cheek before he pulled away entirely, his gaze lingering on mine for a moment longer than necessary. Then, without another word, he turned and walked toward the door.

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