Page 113 of Vendetta Vows

There's something intoxicating about watching his face as pleasure overtakes him and knowing I'm the cause.

He pulls me closer until our chests press together, his heart thundering against mine. One hand slides up to cup my breast. His thumb circles the sensitive bud and sends a jolt of lightning pouring through my veins.

"God, Ruslan," I moan, increasing my pace.

His other hand tangles in my hair, holding me in place as he kisses me deeply, swallowing my moans. The dual sensations of his thumb teasing my nipple while his tongue mimics the rhythm of our bodies overwhelm me.

I can feel the familiar tightening building inside me, stronger than before, more insistent.

"I'm going to come again," I whisper against his mouth, almost surprised by how quickly my body is responding. "I'm going to come on your cock."

"Do it," he encourages, his voice a dark promise. "Chase it,zarechka. Let me feel you come around me."

His grip tightens in my hair, the slight sting only heightening my pleasure. I ride him harder, chasing the release I can feel building with each roll of my hips.

"Look at me," I whisper, my voice trembling with need "Look at me when I come for you."

Our eyes lock, gold meeting hazel, and something electric passes between us. I can't look away even if I wanted to. This connection is too powerful, too profound to break.

"I see you, Aurora," he murmurs, his fingers tracing my jawline. "All of you."

The orgasm builds differently this time. Not the sharp climb I felt on the dining room table. This one spreads like warm honey through my veins, starting deep in my core and radiating outward until my entire body is humming with it.

"I'm coming, Ruslan," I breathe his name like a prayer. "I'm coming for you."

When the orgasm finally takes me, I keep my eyes open, allowing him to witness everything I'm feeling. There's no shame, no fear of being seen. Just complete surrender.

My body tightens around him, pulsing with waves of pleasure that feel endless. But it's not just physical.

Something is breaking open inside me, something I've kept locked away for years.

Tears spring to my eyes as I shudder against him. Not from pain, but from the overwhelming realization that I feel safe. Truly safe.

For the first time since that night seven years ago when I fled Kansas City, I'm not afraid.

"Yes,zarechka, yes," Ruslan whispers, holding me close as I tremble. "Come for me. You feel so good when you come for me."

His strong arms tighten around me like a sanctuary. He's seeing me at my most vulnerable. Tears streaming down my face, body shaking with pleasure.

And he's not turning away.

This isn't just sex. This is trust given and received.

I collapse against his chest, my head tucked beneath his chin as aftershocks continue to ripple through me. His heartbeat pounds against my cheek, steady and strong.

Slowly, I feel Ruslan starting to move again inside me. My oversensitive body responds instantly, and I mew against his lips as little shockwaves of pleasure ripple through me.

"Don't stop," I whisper, my voice hoarse with emotion.

His rhythm builds gradually, each thrust deliberate and deep. I'm still tingling from my orgasm, my body relaxed and pliant in his arms. The way he's looking at me, like I'm something precious that you're supposed to cherish, makes my heart swell.

"Ruslan," I breathe against his ear, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "I want you to cum inside me."

His hips falter for just a moment. "Are you sure?"

I cup his face between my palms, forcing him to look at me. In his golden eyes, I see desire, yes, but also concern. Always that protective instinct, even now.

"I've never been surer of anything in my life," I tell him, brushing my thumb across his lower lip. A small smile plays at the corners of my mouth as I add, "Don't you want to cum inside your wife?"

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