Page 99 of Untamed

“Take it,” he orders, his voice muffled between my thighs. “No talking without permission. And if you come without permission, I’ll show you exactly what I can do with that belt, beautiful.”

I clamp my lips together and shudder at the feel of his lips closing around my swollen clit. My back arches, and my bodytightens. I’m so damn close already. But he… he said… I can’t think anymore.

My hips arch as I desperately try to remember. I can’t talk except to ask him to come. If I come without permission, I’m toast. And that might sound hot, but I definitely think it’s one of those things I’m notquiteready for.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers just before he plunges his fingers into my core. “Good girl. Are you ready to come, gorgeous?”

I nod wordlessly. “Please,” I whisper. “May I?”

“Come, baby. Come on my tongue.” His voice is a low growl, vibrating against me as his mouth works me mercilessly. His hands clamp down on my thighs, holding me open, denying me any escape. I arch, straining against the belt. The leather bites into my flesh, grounding me.

“Give it to me, baby. I want to taste you. Come,” he orders with a harsh slap to my thigh.

That’s all it takes. I shatter beneath him, a raw scream ripping from my throat as pleasure floods my limbs, violent and overwhelming ecstasy.

He groans beneath me like a man starved, lapping up the aftershocks as I’m helpless.

His tongue slows, teasing me through every pulse until my breath is ragged and uneven.

“Fuck, look at you,” he whispers, dragging his mouth up my body as he gently pulls me away from him, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of my stomach and underside of my breasts. “So fucking beautiful when you break for me.”

I’m still gasping when he frees my wrists, but before I can catch my breath, his hand slides to the back of my neck, fingers tangled in my hair. He tilts my head back and forces me to meet his gaze.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

I stifle a little squeal.

“I’ll make you come until you forget your own name.”

I’m boneless and pliable as he arranges me beneath him, on my knees, my hands planted in front of me. I feel his hardened length at my ass. “Rodion,” I manage to protest when I feel him moving, and the next thing I know, warm lube drips down my ass. I gasp as his thick fingers press into my ass. A second orgasm takes me by surprise and eclipses the first. “Oh god. Oh mygod.” I moan, coming on his hand just before the head of his cock presses to my entrance.

I arch into him, so eager for his heat to fill me. To be connected even more than we’ve ever been. I’m still coming as he pushes into me, stretching me inch by inch until I’m gasping, my fingers digging into the mussed sheets. I didn’t know I could be this full, this stretched, thisturned oneven after I’ve come.

“You take all of me so fucking well, baby. Such a good girl.” His voice is strained as if he’s holding himself back.

He doesn’t move for a moment, just holds me there, with him buried to the hilt, my pussy tight and stretched, his cock pulsing inside me. I feel every inch of him, every pulse, every beat of his heart.

This man is going to be my husband.My husband.He promised to violently end anyone who threatened to take us apart. Beingwith him will mean surrendering in ways I never imagined. Yet right now? I want nothing more thanhim.Him in all his power and brutality, danger and darkness,all of him.

“Take me.” I breathe. “I want you to take me.”

With a low growl, he fists my hair, tugs my head back, and slams into me. I cry out, nails digging into the bed once more, but it only makes him drive into me harder, deeper, building a rhythm that’s ratcheting me up to another climax. He curses in Russian, the words rough and desperate.

“Krichi dlya menya, Ember.Scream for me, baby.”

His hands grip my hips as he thrusts again and again, and I do exactly what he says. I scream as he makes me come again.

And again.

And again.

When he pulls out of me, still hard as fuck, I moan. “Rodion, what are you?—”

And then he’s dragging me to the edge of the bed and falling on his knees before me as if to worship. “I can’t, Rodion, I?—”

A punishing spank silences me. “You can and you will. Open your legs for me.”

He pries my legs apart, and his tongue dives between them again. My back arches. Mygod,I’m so wet, so slick, so tender I bite back tears as he licks my clit again. I’m impossibly aroused as need builds again, this time faster. I can’t think beyond the need to climax again when he laps my swollen clit and orders in a harsh growl, “Come.”

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