Page 26 of Wicked Embers

The orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing, my back arching off the bed. Radomir’s fingers never slow, working me through it, prolonging the pleasure until it borders on pain. I’m dimly aware of the sounds I’m making—a litany of moans and gasps and broken pleas—but I can’t bring myself to care.

As I float down from the high, my body boneless and sated, Radomir presses a tender kiss to my inner thigh. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a reverence that makes my heart clench. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.”

Radomir crawls back up my body, his heated skin slick with sweat, leaving trails of warmth against my own. His scent—spiced with musk and faint cologne—fills my senses, grounding me in the moment. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide with desire, and I can feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against my thigh.

“You are so responsive, my untouched Leigh,” he murmurs, his voice husky and filled with a possessive edge that sends a shiver down my spine. “So perfect, so made for me.”

He dips his head, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. I can taste myself on his tongue, tangy and forbidden, and it only fuels the fire burning in my veins. I arch into him, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair, desperate for more, for anything he’ll give me.

But then he pulls back, just far enough to meet my gaze. “I’m sorry, ptichka,” he whispers, his thumb brushing over my kiss-swollen lips. “This is going to hurt.”

Hurt? What does he mean, hurt?But before I can ask, before I can even begin to process his words, he’s kissing me again, deep and consuming, and I’m lost. Lost in the feel of him, in the heat of his body, and the promise of what’s to come.

As the blunt head of his cock nudges at my entrance, I realize what he means. Sabrina had told me that her first time stung for a few seconds—just relax and let it happen, she’d said.

So I close my eyes and wait for the pain. Wait for the burn. Wait for Radomir to claim me, body and soul, in the way I know we’ve both been craving since the moment we first laid eyes on each other.

RADOMIR

Her body is like molten silk, hot and clinging, and so damn tight around my cock. I’ve fucked countless women in my life, but nothing—nothing—feels like this. It’s a heady, intoxicating feeling that threatens to cloud my judgment, and I lock it down ruthlessly.

“Relax,” I growl in her ear as I fight to hold back the tide of pleasure threatening to consume me. “You’re so damn tight, Leigh.” My words are punctuated by shallow thrusts, each one taking me deeper into her depths until I’m buried inside of her up to where I feel the barrier.

Her nails dig into my back, but her eyes—her eyes are what undo me. They’re on fire, reflecting the same abandon, the same need that courses through my veins. And in that moment, I’m lost, consumed by a hunger I never knew existed—a hunger for her.

“I’m sorry, ptichka,” I grunt, giving one hard, sharp thrust, and feel the barrier give way. Her body tenses, her eyes widen, and her grip constricts around my arm. I still for a moment. Leaning down to kiss her lips. “Are you okay, ptichka?”

Her eyes search mine, and she nods, then starts to move, pushing herself on my cock. “Please… please… Radomir, I need you.” She breathes. “I... need this. Don’t stop.”

“Oh, fuck, Leigh!” Her innocent desire unravels me, and I start to move. Leigh matches my pace as I drive into her, slowly losing control. “You’re driving me crazy. Oh fuuuckkk…”

LEIGH

Radomir’s words are my undoing, unraveling the last threads of my self-control. His gruff words send shivers down my spine, and I arch my hips up to meet his thrusts. The pain is a distant memory now, replaced by a white-hot need that engulfs me whole.

“Yes!” I pant, my nails raking against his back. “Oh… I… oh, Radomir, don’t stop, don’t stop… please.”

His response is a feral groan, and he obliges, slamming into me with a ferocity that should have scared me... if it weren’t for the way he does it: with a possessiveness that ignites my insides, making me burn brighter than the Vegas Strip outside our window.

“God, Leigh. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he grunts, his thrusts becoming even more potent, his grip on my hips bruising. “You feel so fucking good. So good.”

Tangled up in his arms, with his cock buried deep inside me, I realize that I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of him or this either. I’ve never felt such fire, abandon, and need before. Thought dissolves into the dark haze of lust. My body reaches a peak I didn’t know was possible, shattering as I cry out his name. For a moment, nothing exists but raw, mind-numbing pleasure.

I drift back as Radomir grunts and tenses, “Oh fuck, Leigh—“ he groans as my pussy walls clamp around his cock milking the last pulses of pleasure from him as he spills his seed inside me, dropping to his elbows, his face buried in the crook of my neck.

We lie there in silence, our breaths slowly evening out. He shifts us onto our sides, his arms wrapping around me possessively. “You’re mine now, Leigh Dalton,” he whispers against my ear. “No one will touch you like I have.”

I should push back, say something, anything, but I can’t. I’m too spent, too tangled in the warmth of his hold. For now, it feels safe. It feels... almost like love. But as sleep begins to pull me under, a sharp voice in the back of my mind whispers:This safety has chains, and this warmth will leave scars.

Then, just before darkness claims me, his voice comes again, low and dangerous. “If anyone even tries, ptichka, I’ll kill them.”

The words follow me into sleep, cold and inescapable, leaving me wondering if they were real—or if I it was part of my dream state. Either way I feel the chains that trap me to Radomir tightening and even though I’ve only just met him he’s already started stealing parts of my heart and soul. That’s dangerous and all the more reason I have to find an escape as fast as I can but not tonight. I snuggle closer and give over to sleep.

Chapter 11

LEIGH

I wake to the sensation of silk sheets against my bare skin and the lingering scent of expensive cologne. Memories from the night before crash over me like a tidal wave—Radomir’s intense blue eyes, commanding touch, and how he’d made me feel things I’d never experienced.

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