Page 45 of Season of Wrath

An agonized groan rips up my throat at the aching loss that follows.

Shortly behind it is an intense frustration as my muscles tighten, seeking the relief that I was so close to obtaining.

“Maks!” I whine.

“You want more?” he teases and brings the vibrator back to my clit.

I think my brain might just explode from the way he’s torturing me with pleasure. I would do just about anything to come right now, and he’s deliberately withholding it from me.

“Yes!” I beg, grinding forward against his hand and the vibrator.

And again, he brings me within moments of release before removing the toy.

“Frustrating, isn’t it?” he growls. “Having someone show you the gates of heaven and tell you not to go inside.”

I nod, my body humming with need.

“Now, let me teach you a fun little secret,” he breathes, enfolding me in one strong arm as he comes to stand behind me.

The heat of his rock-hard chest against my back sears into my flesh. I melt against him, panting and eager for his touch.

“Edging—exciting you without letting you come—makes the eventual climax that much stronger,” he murmurs.

And this time when he places the vibrator against my clit, I nearly jump out of my skin. Fireworks explode through my core, heating my chest to an inferno as my body twitches and trembles with unbridled pleasure.

“Please let me come. Oh, hellfire. Please, please, please,please,” I whimper, on the verge of tears I’m so overstimulated.

And then he whispers the sweetest words I’ve ever heard. “Come for me,krasivaya.”

The euphoria rips through me like a hurricane, turning my body into molten lava. I cry out, so consumed by my release that I don’t care how loud I am. All I can think about is the pleasure blasting through my veins.

“Good girl,” Maks praises, his arm an iron support around me as he eases the pressure on my bound wrists.

As I ride wave after pulsing wave of my orgasm, he reaches up to untie me from the frame. My legs are too weak to hold my weight in the wake of the most powerful climax I’ve ever experienced, but Maks seems to know that before I even start to fall.

Scooping me up in his muscular arms, he carries me like a bride to the bed.

21

MAKSIM

Ilove playing with Heidi, exploring what gives her pleasure, discovering what turns her on. Her genuine, unhindered response to my touch is dangerously arousing, her natural sensuality intoxicating.

Something about her awakens in me a deep protective urge. I’m being far more careful with her than I usually would be with the girls I sleep with because I find I don’t want to cross the hard line that might frighten her away.

I’m not sure if it’s her endearing Southern accent and the fact that her version of cursing entails stringing complete nonsense into a phrase or if it’s because I met her when she was still so young and innocent. Maybe it’s her scared doe eyes combined with her willingness to trust me. But I want to make sure she feels safe, that she can rely on me.

Whatever this new instinct is, I find giving her pleasure far too exhilarating, and the more of her I claim, the more I want. She smells vaguely of cinnamon and vanilla, a warm combination that envelops me as I carry her to the bed.

Laying her down, I settle on top of her, spreading her knees with my hips as our bodies align. My need to be inside her is almost agonizing, and yet, I want to take my time, to thoroughly enjoy every second of her.

Kissing her deeply, I tangle my tongue with hers. Heidi sighs, her arms wrapping around my shoulders as her fingers comb into my hair. Tingles race down my spine as her nails graze lightly across my scalp.

Running my hand down her thigh to the tops of her stockings, I grasp her knee and raise it, spreading her legs further as I fold her in half, exposing her lace-clad pussy. She mirrors the motion with her other leg, and my cock throbs dangerously as the heat of her excitement presses against my erection.

“I need you,” she whispers, her hips rocking forward to demonstrate exactly what she means.

God damn, this woman is sexy as hell. I need her too, so desperately I’m about to blow my load. Instead, I give myself a moment of reprieve. Sitting up, I shove my joggers down, releasing my swollen, aching cock.

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