Page 25 of Wicked Embers

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice catching in my throat.Oh God, what am I doing?My cheeks burn with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Radomir’s gaze locks with mine, a heady mix of hunger and reassurance. In one smooth motion, he swings over me, his elbows braced as his face hovers inches from mine. The warmth of his skin ignites a fire low in my belly.

“Oh, Leigh,” he murmurs, his lips grazing mine with each word. “That was not a growl of pain, krasivaya. Your innocent touch is driving me wild with pleasure.”

He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep, claiming me with an intensity that steals my breath. I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close as the kiss overwhelms my senses.

Radomir breaks the kiss. His mouth trails down my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my veins. I arch into his touch, craving more, needing to feel his hands and lips everywhere at once.

“Radomir,” I breathe, my voice a desperate plea, a prayer for the ecstasy only he can provide.

He answers my unspoken request, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb teasing the hardened peak. I gasp, the sensation electric, my body responding to his skilled touch.

“Do you like that, little one?” Radomir murmurs, his tongue flicking the rosy bud, his deep voice a seductive caress. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my inhibitions melting away, devoured by the inferno of passion he’s unleashed within me. “Please, Radomir, yes. Oh God, just like that.”

His mouth closes over my breast, his tongue teasing and swirling, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core. I’m lost in the overwhelming sensation. His other hand finds my neglected breast, kneading and teasing, driving me to the brink of madness.

“Radomir,” I moan, my fingers clenching the sheets, my back arching off the bed, desperate for more of his touch, more of this exquisite torture, desperate for him to explore more of me.

He releases my nipple with a soft pop, his eyes finding mine, dark with desire and a hint of something deeper, something that terrifies and thrills me in equal measure. Radomir’s hands skim down my sides, his touch leaving trails of fire in their wake.

He settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders parting my legs, and I tremble, both with anticipation and a flicker of fear. This is uncharted territory for me. The hunger in his gaze quickens my pulse and sends a pang of aching need through me.

“Open your legs for me, my beautiful little bird,” he commands, his voice a low rumble that resonates through my body.

Lost in a swirl of desire, I obey, baring myself to him. Vulnerability prickles beneath the haze of lust, a voice inside mewhispering warnings I don’t want to hear. But his gaze—hungry, reverent—drowns out the fear. It’s as though, with each touch, he claims a piece of my soul.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening as they roam over my most intimate parts. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but the reverence in his gaze, the way he licks his lips as if he’s starving and I’m his favorite meal, sends a surge of feminine power through my veins.

Slowly, almost teasingly, he runs a finger along my slit, and I nearly burst out of my skin at the sensation. A whimper escapes my lips as he parts my folds, his finger finding my clit and circling it with maddening precision.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. “I’ve barely touched you, and you’re dripping. Do you have any idea what you do to me, Leigh? I want to possess every part of you.”

I can only moan in response, my hips lifting off the bed, seeking more of his touch. He chuckles, a dark, sinful sound that only fuels the fire raging inside me.

“Patience, little one,” he admonishes, but there’s a hint of strain in his voice, a tell that he’s just as affected as I am. “We have all night, and I intend to take my time with you, and when I’m done, you’ll crave my touch, my cock, like the very air you breathe—you’ll be mine, body and soul, ptichka.”

His words should frighten me, should set off warning bells in my head, but all I feel is a bone-deep craving, an ache that consumes me, body, and soul. With Radomir’s fingers working their magic on my clit and his eyes boring into mine, I know he’s right. He’s claiming me, branding me as his own, and a part of me welcomes it, craves it with an intensity that steals my breath.

“I want to taste you, krasivaya,” he rumbles, his voice a sensual caress. “I want to drink your sweet nectar.”

I can only moan in response, my hips lifting off the bed, seeking more of his touch. Radomir’s head dips lower, his breath fanning over my sensitive flesh, and my entire body tenses in anticipation.

When his tongue finally makes contact, I let out a strangled cry, my fingers twisting in the silk sheets beneath me. He licks a slow, deliberate stripe up my slit, savoring my taste before swirling around my clit in a maddening pattern.

“Oh, God,” I whimper, my head thrashing against the pillow. “Radomir, please...” I’m not even sure what I’m pleading for, but I know he can give it to me.

He hums against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body. “Please, what, ptichka? Tell me what you need.”

I struggle to form coherent thoughts, my mind hazy with desire. “I need... I need...”

But before I can finish, he’s sliding a long, thick finger into my dripping channel, and the world falls away. He pumps slowly, deliberately, curling his finger in a come-hither motion that has me seeing stars. When he adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously, I nearly sob with relief.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, his voice rough with his own arousal. “Let go for me, Leigh. Let me see you come undone.”

His fingers pick up speed, thrusting and twisting, hitting a spot deep inside me that I didn’t even know existed. The tension coils tighter and tighter. My body wound like a spring, ready tosnap. And when his lips close around my clit, sucking hard, I shatter.

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