Page 71 of Sinful Embers

My tongue plunges into her, lapping, stroking, twisting. I hold her thighs wide apart, savoring her, drowning in her. She writhes above me, her fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me where she needs me most.

I drag my tongue up to her swollen clit, swirling, sucking, flicking. Leigh’s hips jerk, grinding against my mouth.

“Oh God, yes,” she moans, voice wrecked. "Don't stop—I'm going to—"

Her body tightens, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as she shatters. I lap up every drop of her pleasure, not letting upuntil she’s shaking above me, her thighs quivering against my face.

Before she can fully come down, I stand, stripping off my pants in one swift movement.

"Hold onto the side of the mirror," I command, my voice like gravel. "Bend over. Legs apart."

She does exactly as I tell her, exposing herself to me. My control snaps.

I grip her hips and thrust inside her in one slow, punishing stroke. A guttural groan rips from my throat as I sink into the tight, wet heat of her.

"Radomir," she gasps, her fingers pressing into the mirror.

"Good girl," I rasp, gripping her hips as I pull back before slamming into her again.

The pace builds, each thrust harder, deeper. I watch our reflection, watch her push back against me, desperate for more.

"You’re so deep," Leigh breathes, her head dropping forward. "Oh, that’s so fucking good. Harder… harder… yes—"

I drive into her, our bodies moving in perfect sync, until I feel her walls begin to tighten around me.

"Come for me, Leigh," I growl, reaching around to palm her breast.

Her cry echoes through the room as her pussy clenches around my cock, milking me for everything I have. I follow a heartbeat later, spilling inside her as I hold her close, my lips pressing against her damp skin.

Breathless. Spent. Completely fucking wrecked.

I rest my forehead against her shoulder, one hand still on her breast, the other splayed over her stomach.

Leigh lets out a soft, satisfied sigh.

I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed, where we curl into each other, our bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. My lips find hers in a deep, lingeringkiss—slow, reverent, filled with everything I can’t put into words.

When we finally break apart, she nestles against me, her breath warm on my skin, and I hold her close, unwilling to let go.

As sleep starts to pull me under, a thought settles deep in my bones—now that I have Leigh back, I finally feel whole again.

Chapter 18

LEIGH

I wake with a jolt, my body drenched in sweat, my breathing uneven. The room is dimly lit by the first pale hints of dawn creeping in through the curtains. For a moment, I can’t remember where I am. The weight of a muscular arm draped across my waist pulls me back to reality.

Radomir.

I’m wrapped in his warmth, his strong, possessive hold anchoring me to him even in his sleep. His steady breath brushes against the back of my neck, his body molded to mine, skin to skin. The scent of him—dark spice and musk—makes my stomach twist painfully.

Because I don’t deserve this.

I don’t deserve him.

Guilt floods my veins, thick and suffocating. I killed his father. I killed his uncle. And the moment he finds out, he’ll have no choice but to do what Bratva law demands. No forgiveness. No exceptions.

I have to leave.

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