Page 87 of Beautiful Cruelty

"Say it." He commands.

“You want to bury your face between my thighs. To devour me. To feel my dripping cunt quivering against your tongue when I come. To drink me dry and hear me scream until my throat is hoarse."

“And I will.” His lips brush higher, his breath hot against my skin. “‘Right here, right now. On my knees to worship you like the queen you are.”

"While your mouth makes me moan and scream like the whore you want."

He remembers. He remembers every word, every moment between us.

“You can have everything that you want,” he continues, his lips grazing the inside of my thigh. “Because you'remine.”

His hands slip under the dress, and I whimper as his fingers brush against the lace of my underwear. The tension between us is unbearable, and I can feel myself trembling with need. His hands grip my hips, and I arch into his touch as he pulls the lace aside.

Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice dark and possessive. “Let me hear you. Let me taste you.”

His words are as intoxicating as his touch, and I feel myself unraveling beneath his hands and mouth. The weight of the dress, the coolness of the mirror, the heat of his body—it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

“Vadim,” I gasp, my fingers clutching at his shoulders. “I?—”

“Don't think,” he soothes, his lips brushing against my skin. “Just feel.”

His hands tremble slightly as they push the delicate fabric of my wedding dress up my thighs. The silk whispers against my skin, and I feel exposed, vulnerable—but not afraid. Not with him. Vadim’s storm-gray eyes lock onto mine, and for the first time, I see something raw and unguarded in them. His usual mask of control is gone, replaced by something deeper, more desperate.

The weight of the moment presses down on us both. This isn’t just about desire. It’s about trust.

His hands grip my hips, steadying me, and I feel the faintest tremble in his fingers. It’s subtle, but it’s there.

His breath ghosts over my inner thigh, and I shiver. He hesitates for a fraction of a second, his lips hovering above my skin, as ifhe’s afraid to cross this line. Afraid of what it might mean. His hands tighten on my hips, and he looks up at me, his eyes fierce, possessive, and yet... uncertain.

Slowly, I nod, and he begins to kiss his way up my thigh.

Thick fingers push my legs apart to give him better access. I bite back a moan as his hands slide up my waist.

He growls, the sound possessive, and his mouth moves higher, hotter, until he finds the center of my need.

The first flick of his tongue steals my breath. He’s not gentle. Not in the way I expected. There’s an intensity to him, a raw, almost primal need that he’s finally letting himself feel. His hands grip me tighter, his mouth works me harder, and I can feel the tension in him, the way he’s holding himself back even as he devours me.

His name escapes my lips in a breathless gasp, and he growls in response, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. His tongue presses harder, faster, and I feel myself unraveling, my fingers clutching at his hair, my hips rocking against his mouth.

And then, he stops. Just as I’m teetering on the edge, he pulls back, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with need. He looks up at me, his expression fierce, vulnerable, and utterly undone.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice rough, broken. “Do you understand that,zvyozdochka? Mine.”

I nod, too breathless to speak, and he surges forward again, his mouth claiming me completely.

"Oh!"

Again and again, his tongue flicks against me, and I can no longer hold back the ragged cry of pleasure punching out from the back of my throat. My mind fades to a blissful emptiness and my legs tremble as he pushes me closer to the edge.

Sweat beads on my forehead, and I feel the tension coiled tight in my belly.

"Oh fuck!" I'm close. So close.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough with approval. “Just like that.”

Those words send me over the edge, and I shatter against his mouth, my body trembling with the force of my release. He doesn’t stop, but closes his mouth around my soaked cunt, and greedily drinks every last drop of pleasure from me until I’m limp and breathless.

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