Page 138 of Vendetta Vows

He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously as he increases the pressure of his tongue. I'm close, so close. The pleasure builds to an impossible peak.

I grip Ruslan's hair tighter as his fingers reach that perfect spot and his tongue teases my clit with devastating precision.

"Ruslan," I gasp, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. "I'm so close."

He hums against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body. My legs start trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure builds, coiling tighter with each stroke of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers.

"Let go for me,zarechka," he murmurs against my sensitive flesh, his hot breath making me whimper. "I want to taste you when you come."

His words push me closer to the edge. The pressure inside me builds to an almost unbearable point, my hips grinding shamelessly against his face.

"Look at me," he commands, and I force my heavy eyelids open to meet his gaze.

The moment I lock eyes with him, something breaks inside me. The pleasure crests and crashes over me in waves. I come with a cry, my body convulsing around his fingers, against his mouth. Stars explode behind my eyes, but I keep them open, watching him watch me as I shatter completely.

"Ruslan!" I gasp, my voice breaking as he keeps licking, keeps thrusting his fingers, drawing out my orgasm until I'm sobbing from the intensity.

My knees finally buckle, but he catches me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he guides me down to straddle his lap on the floor. I collapse against him, trembling and panting, my face buried in his neck as aftershocks ripple through my body.

"That's my girl," he whispers into my hair, his arms tight around me. "So beautiful when you come."

I sit up and shrug out of my wedding dress, reaching for him with hungry hands. I need his skin against mine, need to feel the heat of him. My fingers find the buttons of his shirt as I press my mouth to his.

"My turn," I whisper against his lips.

Ruslan leans back on his elbows, watching me with that burning gold gaze that makes my skin tingle. I crawl forward on my hands and knees, my wedding dress crushed beneath me. Yards of expensive fabric wrinkled beyond repair.

Yet I couldn't care less.

I position myself between his legs, breathing in his scent. It's intoxicating, masculine and warm with hints of mahogany, cedarwood, and pure male arousal.

My fingers tremble slightly as I reach for his belt, fumbling with the buckle in my eagerness.

"Take your time," he murmurs, but his voice is strained with need.

I pull his zipper down slowly, teasing us both. When I finally free him from the confines of his pants, I can't help the small gasp that escapes my lips. I'm still startled by its size. The impressive length and girth that somehow fits inside me so perfectly.

His cock springs free, thick and heavy. The head is flushed a deep red. A vein runs prominently along the underside, and I trace it with my fingertip, watching as he twitches in response.

"You're so big," I whisper, wrapping my hand around him. My fingers don't meet, not even close. The skin is impossibly soft, like velvet stretched over steel.

A pearly bead gathers at the tip, and I lick my lips. Ruslan's eyes follow the movement, his chest rising and falling with quickened breath.

His size had intimidated me at first, but now I feel a rush of anticipation knowing exactly how he'll fill and stretch me, and how he'll hit that perfect spot deep inside that makes me see stars.

I lean forward, my hair falling like a curtain around my face as I press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. A low groan escapes Ruslan's throat, sending a thrill through me.

The power I feel in this moment is intoxicating.

I dart my tongue out, tasting the salty-sweet bead. His hips jerk slightly, and I smile against him, emboldened by his reaction. Slowly, I take the head into my mouth, sucking gently as I adjust to his size.

Ruslan's hand comes to rest on my head, not pushing, just a gentle touch that sends warmth spreading through me.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Take your time."

But I don't want to take my time anymore. Seeing how he responds to my touch lights a fire inside me. I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, inch by inch, until he hits the back of my throat.

"Fuck," he growls, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair.

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