Page 112 of Vendetta Vows

"I want to see you," he says, his thumb brushing my lower lip. "All of you."

He starts to move. Slow, deliberate thrusts that drive the air from my lungs. Each movement ignites new sensations that radiate through my entire body. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper.

"You feel perfect," he whispers, his voice rough with restraint. "Because you're perfect."

A moan escapes me as he hits a spot inside that makes my vision blur.

"More," I plead, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. "Please."

Ruslan's rhythm intensifies, and I feel myself building toward something magnificent. There's no shame here.

Only desire, need, and something deeper I'm afraid to name.

This is why people risk everything to feel. Not just the physical pleasure, but this connection. This raw vulnerability where I'm not hiding any part of myself.

This is what sex is supposed to be. With each thrust from Ruslan, it feels like a celebration rather than an obligation. He's not just touching me physically, he's touching me in my soul.

This must be why people call it lovemaking.

"I never knew," I whisper, my voice breaking as tears spring to my eyes. "I never knew it could be like this."

His hands cradle my face with such tenderness that my heart clenches. In this moment, I'm not running from anything. I'm exactly where I belong.

Ruslan pulls me down into him for a kiss, his lips claiming mine with a gentleness that steals my breath. His tongue slides against mine as he starts to pick up the pace, his hips driving upward with more force, more need.

"God, Ruslan," I gasp when we break for air. "Yes… Yes… Yes…"

This is better than any fantasy I conjured during that week when he was watching me from outside my apartment. All those nights I spent imagining him taking me against the window, putting me on display while keeping me safe. They pale compared to the reality of him inside me.

My hips develop a mind of their own, rolling to match his rhythm. I'm chasing something I've never felt before, something I didn't know existed. His strong hands grip my waist, guiding me, teaching me how to move with him.

"Take it,zarechka," he encourages, his voice thick with desire. "Take what you need."

His cock reaches places inside me I didn't know existed, places no one has ever touched before. Places no one else will ever reach. I'm stretching around him, my body accommodating his size in a way that borders between pleasure and the sweetest ache.

"No one's ever made me feel like this," I confess, words tumbling out without permission. "Like I'm... whole."

The vulnerability in my voice should terrify me, but it doesn't. Not with him. Not when his golden eyes look at me with such intensity, such care.

"You were made for me," he growls, thrusting deeper. "And I was made for you."

I throw my head back, overwhelmed by the fullness, the connection, the intimacy of our bodies joined together. My fingers trace the tattoos on his chest, following the intricate patterns as they shift with each powerful movement of his body.

With every thrust, he's erasing my past. Not just Kristofer, but all the fear and loneliness of the years spent running. In this moment, I'm not a girl pretending to be someone else.

I'm just me, a woman discovering what it means to truly be desired.

Without breaking our connection, Ruslan sits up, shifting me in his lap so we're face-to-face, chest-to-chest. The change in angle makes me gasp as he slides even deeper.

"Take control,zarechka," he whispers against my lips. "Show me what you want."

I plant my hands on his broad shoulders and begin to move, finding my own rhythm. Slow at first, savoring the delicious friction as I move along his length. His eyes never leave mine, and their intense golden gaze heating my blood and making me bold.

"Like this?" I ask, circling my hips experimentally.

His sharp intake of breath tells me everything I need to know. "Exactly like that."

I've never done this before. Never been on top, never been given the power to set the pace. But with Ruslan, I feel completely uninhibited. His hands find my waist, guiding me gently but letting me lead.

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