Page 34 of Beautiful Agony

His descent continues, worshipping every inch of exposed skin. He pays special attention to my breasts again, making me shiver and whimper. But he doesn't linger long this time.

When he reaches my stomach, he places the gentlest kiss there, soft and tender. The reverence in that simple gesture brings fresh tears to my eyes. He's acknowledging our child growing within me. The life that we made together

Lower and lower he goes, until his hot breath ghosts over where I need him most. My thighs tremble in anticipation as he hovers there, his gray eyes meeting mine with an intensity that steals my breath.

The first touch of his tongue through the delicate fabric makes me gasp, my back rising off the bed. My hands fist in the sheets as sparks of pleasure ripple through me.

"Look at me,zvyozdochka," Vadim commands softly.

I lift my head, meeting his eyes. The intensity of his gaze steals my breath.

His lips brush the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, making me tremble. Each kiss is deliberate. He alternates between my thighs, never quite giving me what I desperately want.

"Vadim, please," I whimper, shifting my hips in silent plea.

He hums against my skin, the vibration making me shiver. "Patience,zvyozdochka."

His mouth traces the edge of my underwear, making my breath catch. But he still doesn't remove the barrier between us. Instead, he continues his sweet torment with feather-light kisses that drive me wild.

My hips buck up involuntarily, seeking more contact. He responds by pressing me back down with one large hand splayed across my stomach. The gentle restraint only heightens my need.

"You're torturing me," I gasp as he places another kiss dangerously close to where I need him most.

His answering chuckle sends warm breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. "Not torture,zvyozdochka. Devotion."

My fingers clutch the sheets tighter as he continues his careful worship. Each brush of his lips brings me closer to madness. I squirm beneath his touch, desperate for more.

I shiver as Vadim's fingers slide under the delicate lace. My breath catches as he slowly peels the fabric down my legs with deliberate care. His gray eyes drink me in with an intensity that makes my heart race.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "Zvyozdochka, you're perfect."

His praise makes me flush as his lips return to my inner thigh, trailing kisses that make me tremble.

"You've always been meant for me," he continues between kisses. "From the first moment I saw you in that dry cleaner's..."

"Stop talking," I gasp, threading my fingers through his hair. My hips lift in silent plea. "Just... please..."

A knowing smirk crosses his face. "I thought you didn't beg,zvyozdochka."

His teasing reminder of my earlier stubbornness makes me groan in frustration.

My fingers tighten in his hair as his mouth finally finds me. The first touch of his tongue makes me arch off the bed with a desperate gasp.

"Oh god," I whimper as pleasure floods through me. After weeks without his touch, the sensation is almost overwhelming.

"No God," he murmurs. "Only me."

His large hands slide under me, cupping my ass as he pulls me closer. My thighs tremble as he gently but firmly spreads them wider, opening me up to his devoted attention.

I can't help the soft cries that escape me as he continues his tender worship. My head falls back against the pillow as waves of warmth ripple through my body. Each stroke of his tongue is deliberate and reverent, building my pleasure with exquisite care.

"Vadim," I gasp as his mouth works magic.

My head falls back and I lose myself to the building pleasure. The silk sheets rustle beneath me as I writhe. Vadim's hands tighten their grip, steadying me as his tongue continues to swirl.

Stars dance behind my closed eyelids as pressure builds low in my belly. My thighs begin to shake as that familiar tension coils tighter and tighter.

"I'm going to come," I whimper, my voice catching.

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