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Then he tries to pull away and I grip a little tighter.

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop, little butterfly.” He says tensely, his hand stroking over the top of my head. His fingers threaded in my hair.

I look up at him with seductive eyes. “I know.” I grin.

He shakes his head, grabbing me and lifting me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. “That’s not going to happen, I want so much more than just that.” He says with adark suggestion in his tone. My heart beats faster, my breathing catching as he holds me in his arms. I’m pressed against his solid, broad chest and it feels incredible. His strength blows my mind. How he can lift me as though I weigh nothing at all. As though he could do anything to me and I would be powerless to stop him.

Dammit.

So much for the idea of just giving him a blow job and avoiding the very intimate connection of making love.

If we make love now I am going to fall deeper into this man. But I can’t say no to him. I want this more than he knows, and it means more than he might understand.

He carries me towards the front of the boat, laying me down on the pillows beneath a string of fairy lights that are glittering above us, looking like the stars above them.

I can hear the ocean, lapping against the side of the boat. We are rocking gently on open waters. Far away from land. Far away from the world. It’s just us and this moment. And he wants to be with me.

Avraam takes his time as he undresses me, he moves slowly as though he is savoring it, stroking his hands over my body as he drops my clothes to the ground. He pulls his own clothes off, standing and looking down at me. My eyes trace over every inch of him and my skin burns with desire.

He grins, watching me closely. He can see straight through me.

“You are beautiful, Ruslana. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You would be stunned to silence by your own beauty.”

Avraam lies down next to me on the pillows. He reaches over and dips his arm between my legs, grabbing my ass so that he can pull me towards him. My leg wraps around his side.

When he pulls me towards him I can’t help it—I completely melt against him—all I want is this. To be in his arms. To feel like we are the only two people in the world. I want to feel like I am his to do with as he pleases.

He kisses me gently across my shoulder, up my neck and then on my lips.

His mouth feels warm against mine. My heart is beating fast when he pushes my legs open, brushing his fingers over my pussy.

I’m holding my breath to stop myself from moaning too loudly.

He chuckles. “I want to hear your sweet sounds, Ruslana.”

He pushes his fingers deeper into me, then pulls them out and I whimper.

But I don’t have to wait long. I gasp loudly when he slowly slides his cock into me.

He pauses, letting it throb inside my pussy, letting me feel everything.

Then he starts to rock back and forth, my leg stretched wide over him, my pussy is spread open as his cock thrusts into me over and over again.

He moves as though he has all the time in the world.

His eyes are penetrating me with an intense stare when he whispers, “Ruslana, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

I bite my lip, too scared to say anything, for fear that he will find out how I feel. I can’t let him know. I don’t even want to accept it myself.

His cock slides into me and I feel closer to him than I have ever been to anyone.

He lifts me up and rolls over, pulling me onto his lap.

With the moon shining above us, and stars all around, the ocean waves lap against the side of the boat. He makes love to me, slowly and tenderly. His fingers drift up my back and his hand rests against me. He holds my face and leans forward to kiss me as he rocks me against his cock.

My body feels at peace, even though the undercurrent of desire is flooding me. I feel loved. Even though I know it is impossible.

My legs begin to shake a little, and he pushes deeper into me.

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