Page 23 of Embrace of the Russian Tiger

As I trailed my mouth down her body, savoring the taste of her skin, her breath hitched, and her fingers tangled in the sheets. I could feel the anticipation radiating off her, the need building with every kiss, every touch.

"Maxim," she moaned, her voice thick with desire, a breathless plea that nearly undid me.

I paused, meeting her gaze, and there was something almost vulnerable in the way she looked at me—her eyes wide, dark, filled with want. I reached for the toy I’d placed beside the bed earlier, watching her eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and excitement as I held it up. Her lips parted, and she sucked in a sharp breath, her body already reacting to what was coming.

The soft hum of the toy filled the room as I pressed it against her. Her reaction was immediate—her back arched off the bed, her breath coming in sharp gasps as pleasure flooded through her. She writhed beneath me, her hands clutching the sheets, her legs trembling as the intensity of it overwhelmed her. But I wasn’t finished. Not even close.

With a wicked smile, I leaned down, my mouth joining the toy as I devoured her, my tongue teasing and tasting her while the vibrations drove her higher. Her moans turned into soft cries, her body shuddering under my relentless touch. I could feel her getting closer, her breathing becoming erratic, her hips bucking against me as she tried to hold on.

But I didn’t want her to hold on. I wanted her to fall apart.

"Maxim, please," she gasped, her voice trembling as she hovered on the edge of release.

I smirked against her, my tongue circling her swollen, sensitive flesh while the toy buzzed in perfect harmony with every flick of my tongue. Her entire body was trembling, her muscles tightening as I pushed her further, deeper, until she finally shattered.

Her scream filled the room, a desperate, primal sound as her release washed over her, leaving her breathless and shaking beneath me. But I didn’t stop. I kept going, pushing her through the aftershocks, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure until her whimpers turned into soft, broken moans.

“Please,” she begged again, her body limp, spent, as her chest heaved with the remnants of her orgasm.

I finally pulled back, satisfied for now, though the hunger still burned deep inside me. She was a trembling mess, her body still quaking with the intensity of what had just happened, but I wasn’t finished with her. Not yet.

I gathered her in my arms, pulling her close to me as I kissed her, hard and demanding. Her lips were soft and swollen, her breath still ragged as I claimed her mouth, my hands moving to pull her closer. Her body melted against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from her, feel the way she responded to me even now, even after I had brought her to the brink.

I stood, lifting her effortlessly as I carried her to the bed’s edge where a circular stand with cuffs awaited. Her eyes widened as she glanced at the cuffs, and I saw the flicker of anticipation mixed with apprehension.

“You trust me?” I asked, my voice low, a rough edge to it.

She swallowed hard, her breath shaky, but she nodded. The tremble in her body wasn’t fear—it was excitement. She was giving herself to me completely.

I cuffed her wrists to the standing circle, her body stretched before me like the most perfect offering, her arms raised above her head as her legs spread beneath me. She was mine to take, to own, and the sight of her, bound and vulnerable, sent a surge of heat through me that made my pulse thunder in my ears.

“Maxim...” she whispered, her voice pleading, her eyes wide and filled with need.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I kissed her again, hard, bruising, letting her feel the depth of my desire, the intensity of what I wanted from her. My hands slid down her body, teasing her once more, making her tremble beneath me. I could feel the wetness between her legs, feel the way her body responded to every touch, every kiss.

And then, without warning, I thrust into her.

She cried out, her back arching off the bed as I filled her completely, her body tightening around me as I set a punishing rhythm. I gripped her hips, holding her still as I drove into her with brutal intensity, my body demanding everything she had to give.

Her moans were breathless, desperate, her head thrown back as I claimed her over and over again. Her body trembled, her legs shaking as I pushed her closer to the edge once more. I could feel her getting closer, feel the tension building in her body as she fought to hold on.

But she wouldn’t hold on for long. I wouldn’t let her.

“You’re mine,” I growled, my voice rough as I thrust harder, my hand sliding down between us to press against her swollen flesh. She gasped, her body jerking as I pushed her closer, deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

“Maxim, please...” she whimpered, her voice breaking as she teetered on the edge.

“Come for me,” I demanded, my voice harsh, commanding. “Now.”

And she did.

Her body convulsed around me, her muscles tightening as the orgasm ripped through her, her cries echoing in the room as she came, hard and fast. I watched her fall apart, watched the way her body shuddered beneath me, and the sight of her, completely undone in my arms, sent me over the edge too.

With a final thrust, I found my own release, my body tensing as I spilled into her, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I collapsed against her, spent.

For a long moment, we lay there, our bodies tangled together, our breaths heavy in the aftermath. She was still trembling, her skin flushed, her eyes half-closed as she struggled to come down from the high. I unbuckled the cuffs, freeing her wrists, and gathered her in my arms, pulling her close as I held her against me.

Her breath was still shaky, her body pliant in my arms as she rested her head against my chest. The room was silent now, save for the sound of our breathing, the weight of what had just happened settling over both of us.

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