Page 33 of Beautiful Agony

My fingers thread through his hair. Tears prick at my eyes, but they're not from sadness or fear. They're from the overwhelming certainty that this—us—is exactly where I'm meant to be.

His breath ghosts over my right breast and I shiver with anticipation. Even a touch as light as this is setting my nerves on fire. My nipple tightens into a hard peak, aching for his mouth.

"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm begging for. Just... more. More of his touch and his warmth.

His lips brush against my sensitive skin, so gentle it almost tickles. My back arches involuntarily, seeking more contact. A soft moan escapes me when his tongue finally circles my nipple.

The wet heat of his mouth sends sparks of pleasure straight to my core. My fingers tighten in his hair as he alternates between gentle licks and firm suction. Each pull of his lips makes me gasp and squirm beneath him.

My other breast tingles with neglect until his free hand comes up to cup it, thumb brushing over the left nipple while his tongue laves the right.

Another whimper escapes my lips, and my back rises from the bed to meet him, to give him access to me.

All of me.

These aren't the rough touches from that night on the stairs. This is reverence. My body responds differently too—instead of desperate need, this builds slowly like honey warming in the sun.

His teeth graze my sensitive peak and I cry out softly. He soothes the slight sting with his tongue immediately after. The contrast of sensations makes me tremble.

"Vadim," I breathe, my voice catching as he switches his attention to my other breast. My hands slide up around his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles flex beneath his shirt as he shifts above me.

His mouth on my right breast leaves me trembling, but I need more contact. My fingers trace down his arms, marveling at how the muscles flex with his movements.

"Please," I gasp, though I'm not even sure what I'm asking for. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he continues his sweet torment.

"Patience,zvyozdochka," he murmurs against my skin. "I want to worship you properly."

Slowly, I unbutton his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine as his tongue swirls around my sensitive bud. Slowly, I reveal his powerful tattooed body.

My hands roam his newly exposed chest, tracing old scars and the firm planes of muscle.

"I've missed touching you," I whisper, running my palms down his sides. His skin is burning hot under my fingers.

He hums in acknowledgment, the vibration sending new sparks of pleasure through me. Just when I think I can't take any more of his attention on my right breast, he switches to the left.

Cool air kisses my wet skin while his mouth closes around my other peak.

My hands slide up under his shirt to feel his back, relishing the way his muscles ripple as he moves. Every inch of him is strength held in careful check as he moves with my hands to help remove his shirt while his mouth continues to tease.

Vadim lifts his head from my breast, leaving me panting. His lips find mine again in a deep, searching kiss that makes my head spin. I melt into him, moaning, as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

One large hand slides down my stomach, making me shiver. His touch is gentle but insistent as he nudges my thighs apart. I gasp into his mouth when his other hand finds me wet and waiting underneath the thin fabric of my panties.

He swallows my soft moan as he begins massaging me in slow circles. His movements are unhurried and deliberate, and I feel my pleasure building gradually.

My hands clutch at his shoulders as he continues to kiss me deeply while his fingers work their magic. Each stroke sends shuddering waves of warmth through my body.

"I've missed touching you like this," he murmurs against my lips. "Zvyozdochka, you feel perfect."

I can only whimper in response as his fingers continue their sweet torment.

His mouth captures mine again as his fingers maintain their maddening rhythm. I arch into his touch, silently begging for more. He understands without words, deepening the kiss as his fingers move with more purpose.

I break our kiss with a gasp. "Please," I whisper against his lips. "Don't tease me like this anymore."

A knowing smirk crosses his face. "Ohzvyozdochka, if you think this is teasing, I haven't even started yet."

But his lips find my neck again, trailing kisses down my throat. Each press of his mouth erases the memories of that night on the stairs, replacing them with tender devotion.

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