Page 92 of Beautiful Cruelty

His control snaps. His mouth crashes into mine with desperate hunger, and I meet him with equal fervor. Papers scatter as he presses me back against the desk, and I welcome his weight, his heat, his need. My legs tighten around his waist.

I want to erase every scar his past has left on him. Want to replace memories of rejection with ones of acceptance. Want to show him that he deserves to be chosen, to be wanted, to be loved.

The thought should terrify me. Instead, it fills me with certainty as his kisses trail fire down my body.

"Vadim," I moan as his hands roam lower. "Please..."

The weight of him pressing me against the desk feels deliciously overwhelming. Every touch ignites another spark of desire that races through my body.

"Tell me what you want.” His hands squeezes my hips tightly enough to leave bruises if he wants to.

"You," I manage to whisper. "Just you."

He kisses lower. My fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on. His hands slide up my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch, wanting more. Needing more. The desk's edge digs into my thighs but I barely notice, lost in the sensations he's creating.

"Zvyozdochka," he murmurs against my skin.

The endearment sends shivers down my spine. His touch is both possessive and reverent, like he can't quite believe I'm real.

"Tell me again," Vadim rasps. "Tell me I'm not like him."

My heart clenches at the vulnerability in his voice, even as his touch sets me ablaze.

"You're nothing like him," I whisper fiercely, tangling my fingers in his hair. "You're good, Vadim. So good."

He groans, the sound vibrating against my skin. The diamond at my throat catches between us as he trails lower. My legs quiver when his hot breath laves my thighs.

"Don't make me wait anymore," I breathe.

His storm-gray eyes look up from between my legs. They're dark with something that makes my chest ache with emotions I'm not ready to name. One hand cups my ass while the other slides higher up my thigh.

"Lacey," he growls, voice thick as he spreads my legs further apart. "If we start this..."

"Then do it," I whisper.

Vadim's mouth descends on me, his tongue tracing slow, lazy circles that make my entire body thrum with need. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open for him as he tastes me like I'm his favorite dessert.

"You're so sweet," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "So fucking delicious."

I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair as I urge him closer. He eats me like he's savoring every taste, every touch, like he wants to brand me with his mouth. Like he wants to erase every trace of Nathan from my skin and replace it with his own mark.

"Lose yourself in me," I whisper, my hips arching off the desk. "I trust you, Vadim. Use me. Taste me. Make me scream."

He growls at that, the sound vibrating against my sensitive flesh. "Are you ready to fall apart for me,zvyozdochka? Are you ready to scream?"

"Yes!"

His tongue pushes deeper past the wet folds of my lips, his fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me open for his mouth. I cry out, my body arching into him as pleasure sparks through me.

"That's it, my little star," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Let go for me."

I moan, my fingers tightening in his hair. "Vadim, please..."

"I want to hear you scream my name," he growls, his fingers tightening on my thighs. "Want to feel you come undone."

His tongue swirls against my clit. My hips buck against his mouth, seeking more of his touch.

"That's it," he growls, his voice rough with need. "Come for me,zvyozdochka. Let me feel you fall apart."

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