Page 35 of Beautiful Agony

He responds by doubling his efforts, drawing me closer and closer to that blissful edge.

He presses his face closer between my legs, and his tongue circles my clit in one final long drawn-out circle.

And pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave, raw and intense.

My body rises off the bed as waves of ecstasy ripple through every nerve. Vadim's strong hands steady my trembling thighs as I lose myself completely in the release.

This isn't just physical pleasure—it's freedom. Freedom from the guilt and hesitation that's plagued us.

His tongue slows but doesn't stop, drinking in my pleasure while he teases out one aftershock after another.

When the tremors fade and my fingers release his hair, he moves up my body. His lips find mine in a deep, searching kiss that makes my head spin. The salty-sweet evidence of my pleasure lingering on his lips and tongue, and it sends me towards the edge again.

A finger slides inside me and I gasp at the stretch, my body still sensitive from my earlier release.

A second finger joins the first, and I arch into his touch, desperate for more.

But it's not enough.

I need more of him.

All of him.

The ache inside me grows with each skilled movement of his hand. My hand finds his and our fingers interlock, palm to palm, as his other hand continues its sweet torment.

He curls his fingers, hitting that spot while his palm presses against my clit. My toes curl and my breath catches.

The sensations of his kiss and his touch quickly build into another crescendo, my body climbing higher and higher with each passing second.

When I shatter a second time, my cry is muffled by his mouth on mine. He swallows my moans as waves of pleasure pulse through me again, each one more intense than the last.

I tremble beneath him, whimpering softly as he slowly pulls back. First his fingers, then his lips.

When I finally open my eyes, still gasping for breath, I catch Vadim rising up back from the edge of the bed. He runs his tongue across his lips slowly as he stares into my eyes.

My gaze drifts lower, noting the dark stain of his own arousal straining against his pants. Heat floods through me at the sight.

Slowly, deliberately, I slide down the bed until my knees hit the floor. My fingers reach for his belt as I look up at him through heavy lashes.

"What are you doing,zvyozdochka?" He asks breathily.

Curling up my lips into a teasing smile, I don't answer as I unzip his pants, keeping my touch light and teasing, to free his cock.

My heart skips when it springs free. No matter how many times I see it, I don't think I'lleverbe able to get over just how big it is.

His breath catches when my hands wrap around its thick girth and give it a gentle squeeze until precum coats my fingers.

The power I hold over him in this moment—the knowledge that I can reduce this dangerous man to trembling with need from just my touch—is intoxicating.

"It's like you said." I maintain eye contact with him as I slowly stroke him up and down, watching his jaw clench with restraint. "No God, only you."

His fingers thread through my hair, neither pulling nor pushing, just maintaining contact. The gentleness of it, even now, makes my heart swell.

"If that's the case, then this is my altar," I whisper as I kiss the tip of his cock, and lick away the drop of salty precum from my lips. "And I'm going to worship you properly on my knees."

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