Page 37 of Wicked Embers

“Open your legs for me,” his voice is a seductive command. “Offer your pussy to me.”

Still trembling from the aftermath of my orgasm—a release that only seems to have deepened the ache he’s stirred within me—I obey, unable to fight the pull between us. Our eyes remain locked as I slowly spread my legs, revealing myself to him completely. Radomir’s gaze drops, his sharp inhale betraying the effect I have on him.

For the first time, the dynamic between us shifts. His impenetrable control fractures—a flicker of raw vulnerability in his eyes before his composure wrestles it back.

The realization crashes over me—he’s as bound and compelled by this powerful attraction between us as I am, as vulnerable to it as I feel. It’s exhilarating, a rush that surges through me and ignites a daring confidence.

Emboldened by the subtle power I’ve uncovered. I tilt my hips toward him. My one hand glides over my hip dipping to my pussy, I open the folds and start to play with myself.

Radomir watches my movements as if entranced. The rise and fall of his chest gets deeper as I start to move my hips and throw my head back, soft murmurs rolling from my lips as I pleasure myself in front of him.

My eyes close as I feel myself peeking, my tongue sliding over my lips, my stomach clenching. I’m about to come againwhen Radomir’s strong hand clamps over mine. He pulls my hand from my pussy, bringing my finger to his mouth. He licks my juices from them.

“You taste so sweet,” he rasps, his voice rough with need. “Jesus. You’re a dark temptress disguised as an angel.” He releases my hand and moves with a speed that leaves me breathless. In one swift motion, he sheds his trunks and thrusts into me, his thick cock stretching me to the brink.

His hands grip my ass firmly, holding me in place as he stills, his body trembling with restraint. The veins in his neck bulge, and his jaw clenches as if he’s waging an internal battle. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his voice raw with a mixture of ecstasy and torment. “I feel like I’m going to lose it—right now.”

The growl that escapes him is feral, an aching blend of agony and pleasure that sends a shiver through my entire body, leaving me utterly captive in his grasp, and it’s almost painful to keep myself from moving against him. But my greedy pussy clenches involuntarily around his hardness, impatient for release, drawing a ragged groan from his lips.

“Oh, fuck, Leigh!” Radomir’s voice is thick, strained, as if the last shreds of his composure have shattered.

His fingers dig into my hips, and his pupils dilate, eclipsing the blue of his eyes with raw, unrelenting hunger. His jaw tightens, his body trembling with the force of barely restrained need.

He starts to move, his hips driving into me with a force that steals my breath. Each thrust is powerful and deep as I wrap my legs around his waist. His breath comes out in broken growls with every pump of his hips, the sound vibrating between us and driving me higher to the edge.

“Radomir…” I pant. “I… Oh God, oh God, oh God…” My nails dig into the flesh of his biceps as my body teeters on the brink of release.

“Look at me.” His voice is breathless. “Let me see you come undone in my arms.”

My breathing becomes more and more labored, my body bouncing as he slams into me, and he holds my gaze with his. “Come for me, moya charovnitsa, soak my cock with your juices.”

His thumb presses against my clit, and I explode. “Radomir. Oh fuckkkkk.” My scream echoes through the pool room, my nails digging deeper into the hard flesh of his arms.

The orgasm pulses through me. I barely feel his hands grip my hips as he gives a few more hard thrusts and lets out a guttural groan, spilling himself inside me. Radomir wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. His body shudders with mine. My legs clamp around him a little tighter as we ride the waves of the shattering orgasm aftershocks locked against each other.

We stay like that for a moment, tangled together in the water, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high. My head rests against his shoulder, my body still humming with the afterglow, and I find all I want to do is snuggle into his solid chest and drift off to sleep.

Slowly, he pulls out and disentangles himself from me. For a moment, he stands there, his eyes locked on mine, an unreadable expression flickering before his gaze turns cold and shuttered. Without a word, he turns and steps out of the spa, utterly unconcerned about his nakedness.

My eyes trace the contours of his muscular frame, lingering on the dragon tattoo that stretches across one side of his back, its tail coiling around his waist and splaying across his abdomen—a striking symbol of the power he wields over his kingdom.

Radomir’s eyes are still cold and impersonal as he grabs two towels from the rack and tosses one at me. “Cover yourself,” he orders, his voice brisk, devoid of the warmth that had consumed us moments before. His gaze averts as though the intimacy we just shared has already been erased.

Confused, I obey, clutching the towel to my chest and wrapping it around myself. He secures a towel around his waist, the gesture efficient and detached.

“I have meetings in Vegas,” he states flatly. “I’ll be gone until morning. I assume you can find ways to entertain yourself.”

The words cut deeper than they should, leaving me floundering in a storm of emotions—confusion, hurt, and the unwelcome sting of rejection. Wrapping the towel tightly around me, I rise to my feet, my limbs unsteady under the weight of his sudden shift in demeanor.

Unsure how to proceed, I start to walk away, but as I pass him, his hand shoots out, gripping my arm painfully. I glance up, startled. His expression is unreadable, his tone cold and probing.

“What do you know about Alexandra Vasilikis?”

The name catches me off guard, and I blink at him, shaking my head. “I’ve never heard that name before,” I reply cautiously, the confusion in my voice genuine.

His eyes narrow, as though searching for cracks in my words. “What about Nikolas Vasilikis?”

Something about that name grabs me, but I shake my head. “No. I don’t know him either.”

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