Page 137 of Beautiful Agony

I tighten my legs around his waist, using the leverage to match his rhythm. His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements. Each deep thrust has me crying out his name, the sound echoing off the shower walls.

The dual sensation of the hot water streaming down my back and Vadim's powerful body pressed against my front heightens every sensation. I arch into him, desperate to be even closer.

I cry out as pleasure builds inside me, each powerful thrust from Vadim sending waves of ecstasy through my body. The shower's steam makes everything feel dreamlike and surreal.

"Let me hear you," he growls against my ear. "I want to hear how good I make you feel."

"YES! Oh you feel so fucking good!"

My screams of pleasure echo off the shower walls as he drives deeper. The way he fills me completely, the perfect angle of his thrusts, it's all too much and not enough at the same time.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Louder."

I obey without hesitation, crying out his name as the tension builds low in my belly. My fingers dig into his shoulders while my legs tighten around his waist. The water streaming down between us makes everything slick and hot.

My head falls back against the shower wall as waves of pleasure crash over me. Each thrust takes me higher, closer to the edge. I'm trembling in his arms now, completely at his mercy as he maintains his relentless pace.

"Vadim!" I scream, not caring who might hear. Nothing exists outside this moment—just his powerful body against mine and the mounting pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.

The coil of tension winds tighter and tighter as he drives me toward release. My cries grow more raw with each thrust.

"Please, please don't stop," I beg between ragged gasps. "I need you. I need you so much."

His powerful thrusts drive me higher and higher. The shower's steam makes everything feel dreamlike, but his cock filling me anchors me to reality. My fingers dig into his shoulders as waves of pleasure course through my trembling body.

"You feel so good inside me, Daddy," I whimper, his new title tumbling from my lips before I can stop myself.

The effect is immediate. His rhythm falters for just a moment before resuming with renewed intensity. That's all it takes to send me spiraling over the edge. My orgasm tears through me with shocking force.

"Say that word again," he growls against my ear, his voice rough with need.

"Daddy, please!" I moan, still riding the aftershocks of my release. "Fuck me harder, Daddy. Fill me up. I want to feel you cum deep inside me."

His hips snap forward with desperate urgency. I feel him pulse inside me as he finds his own release, flooding me with his warmth. The sensation triggers another wave of pleasure that has me crying out his name.

I squeeze around him and draw a deep groan from his throat. His lips crash against mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he holds me pinned against the shower wall. Every inch of his cock fills me completely, and I never want this feeling to end.

My fingers trail over the slick muscles of his back while his hands grip my thighs, keeping me steady as my walls flutter and clench around his twitching cock.

We stay locked together like this, neither of us moving, just savoring the perfect connection. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, under my fingers, and in my weeping cunt. Water streams between our joined bodies, but nothing could make me feel closer to him than I do in this moment.

When we finally break apart, his stormy gray eyes lock with mine. There's such tenderness in his gaze that it makes my breath catch.

"I love you," I whisper, meaning it with every fiber of my being.

His lips curve into that genuine smile that makes my heart skip. "I love you too,zvyozdochka."

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LACEY

MONTHS LATER

The familiar chime of Three Birds'door announces Megan walking in. A gust of wind follows after her with a hint of the familiar wet chill of winter.

She sits down in front of me, and starts fidgeting with her coffee cup.

"I got a job offer," she says, not quite meeting my eyes. "In New York."

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