Page 37 of Beautiful Agony

Her lips are swollen and red, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She looks utterly debauched and completely irresistible.

She's never looked more beautiful.

"What are you waiting for?" she whispers, her voice husky with need, as she guides me into her slick entrance.

Her eyes hold mine, darkened with desire yet bright with trust. The intimacy of this moment steals my breath.

I angle my hips forward until her warmth envelops me completely. A soft gasp escapes her lips. Her inner walls flutter and grip around my length as I sink deeper.

The sensation is exquisite torture and I don't want to forget a single second.

I set a measured pace, each thrust slow and deliberate. Her hands trace patterns on my back as I move within her, her touch both soothing and inflaming. The wet heat of her threatens to undo my control.

"More," she whispers against my mouth between kisses. Her legs tighten around my waist, trying to pull me deeper. "Please, Vadim."

But I maintain the unhurried rhythm, wanting to prolong this connection. Each roll of my hips draws a breathy moan from her throat that I catch with mine.

"Faster," she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders. "PLEASE."

Her words trail off into a whimper as I continue the slow pace. The sweet friction of her walls gripping me with each thrust has my blood boiling with need. Still, I refuse to rush this moment.

The knowledge of our child is growing inside her makes me hesitate to unleash my full passion.

"I won't break," she whispers as if she can read my thoughts, and her eyes find mine. Her fingers trace my jawline with infinite tenderness. "I trust you, Vadim. You won't hurt us."

My heart clenches at her words. After everything—the violence, the darkness, and the pain we've caused each other—she still trusts me with her body, her heart.

"Are you sure?" I ask, my voice rough with restraint.

She answers by rolling her hips up to meet my next thrust, taking me deeper. The sensation nearly shatters my control. "Yes. Please, Vadim!"

Gradually, I start to increase my pace, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But I see only pleasure as her head falls back, exposing the delicate line of her throat.

Her legs tighten around my waist as she matches my rhythm. Each thrust draws a soft gasp from her lips that I catch with my own. The way she moves with me, so perfectly in sync, drives me wild.

"Like this?" I growl against her neck.

"Yes," she moans. "Just like that."

She eagerly meets each thrust. The impossible slickness of her walls gripping me threatens to unravel my sanity.

They flutter and pulse around me with every thrust. Her breath comes in short, desperate gasps against my neck as she clings tighter. My name falls from her lips like a prayer, driving me wild with each repetition.

"That's it, zvyozdochka," I encourage, maintaining my measured pace. "Let go for me."

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as her release builds. I can feel how close she is, her body trembling beneath mine. The trust in her eyes is undeniable as they lock with mine makes my chest tight with emotion.

"Mine," she whispers against my lips. "Forever."

Her hips rock in a slow, deliberate rhythm that has me seeing stars.

My hands grip her waist, feeling the strength in her movements. Each roll of her hips draws me further into sweet oblivion. The flutter of her inner muscles around my length is pure ecstasy.

When she finally comes, she presses against me with a soft cry. The rhythmic pulsing of her inner muscles around my length proves too much. My own release follows immediately, intense and overwhelming.

She squeezes around me as I cum, milking me until she's wrung every last drop from me.

Until she knows that I've given her everything I can possibly give.

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