Page 9 of Season of Wrath

“Go bend over the edge.” As he orders me, his hands find the edges of his suit jacket, and he starts to undress with a casual confidence that makes my heart stutter.

When do the whips, gags, and restraints decorating the room come into play? Is he about to spank me? Would I like that?Questions race through my head at a million miles a second, and I find it nearly impossible to think as I turn to follow his command.

I can hear him step out of his own shoes behind me, the soft whisper of silk hitting the floor that makes me think he’s discarded his fine dress shirt. But I don’t dare sneak a peek and look back. Then my stomach knots at the sharp snap of his belt coming free of its loops.

I keep my eyes pinned to the crimson sheets before me and force my nerve-stiffened body to bend at the hips so I can rest my cheek on the firm mattress. Close behind me, Maks looms with his intense presence.

As my new position puts my body on full display, Maks releases a low, appreciative growl. My heart flutters when his large palms find my waist, and he slowly trails them across my skin, exploring the planes of my back, the dimples at the base of my spine, then the round orbs of my full ass.

“Tell me, Angel, has anyone ever kissed you here?” Maks rumbles, one hand shifting from my ass cheek to stroke between my thighs.

I gasp as the heat of his fingers singes my skin through the silk of my thong, and a deep, throbbing ache starts in my clit after being touched so brazenly. The feel of his hand boldly petting my most intimate parts sends my body into a frenzy that makes it nearly impossible for me to retain the question he asked.

“No,” I gasp after I can make sense of his words.

He hums approvingly, then his fingers hook around the waistband of my panties, and he strips me of them in an instant. The whisper of fabric sliding down my thighs makes my core tremble, and my panties pool around my ankles a moment later.

“Spread your legs,” Maks commands as his hands find my ass cheeks once again.

And though I’m shivering with a heady combination of fear and excitement, I do as he says. His palms grip and knead my ass, then he spreads my cheeks wide.

A throaty groan escapes me at the intense euphoria of his warm, wet tongue finding my clit and stroking across it. Explosive excitement heats my flesh as Maks expertly licks the length of my slit, his tongue delving between my folds. Warm arousal gushes out to meet him as I find myself instantly on the verge of climax.

I’ve never felt anything so tantalizingly erotic as a man’s face buried in my pussy.

My legs shudder violently, the strength leaving them as they turn to noodles, and somehow, Maks seems to know just what to do. His strong hands brace me against the firm edge of the mattress, holding me up when I lack the ability.

“You taste like heaven,” he rasps, his hot breath whispering across my clit and making me whimper with need. He repeats the motion several times, intensifying my arousal with every bold stroke. I cling to the satin sheets, trying to stop myself from falling apart completely.

But I know I’m hovering on the brink of climax, ready to topple into oblivion as soon as he’ll let me. From the purring rumble of appreciation, I suspect that Maks is taking his time, enjoying the way I shiver and gasp with every delicious stroke of his tongue.

Just when I think I can’t stand it any longer, he tilts my hips higher. The stubble covering his chin and cheeks tickles my thighs as he shifts his angle, and then his lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks softly.

I cry out as the explosion of ecstasy bursts through me like a thousand tiny stars. Colors dance behind my eyes as I orgasm with such force that it makes my toes go numb. Panting, I cling to the soft crimson sheets, shuddering against Maks’s face with uncontrollable relief.

Only after the trembling euphoria slowly subsides does Maks release my clit, then he laps between my folds once again, as if slurping up the dripping goodness of an ice cream cone.

“Now, turn around and lie on the bed,” he commands.

Still tingling from my release, my limbs heavy with contentment, I do as he says, crawling up onto the bed and making my way to the center of it before reclining on the pillows as I face him.

The fiery arousal in his eyes makes my skin heat. Consumed by lust, he seems to have shed, if only for a moment, his deep sadness that struck me so powerfully at the strip club. As I watch Maks now, I can see him in his full glory.

Wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, his muscular body is on full display, the chiseled lines of his chest and abs flexing beneath an intricate collage of tattoos that covers almost every inch of exposed flesh. His arms bulge with strength, his broad shoulders ensuring me that whatever unbearable burden he might carry could never be too heavy a load.

If ever a man could capture the strength of Atlas, it would be this man, and I scarcely know where to look now that his glorious body is mere feet from me and prowling closer with catlike grace.

Where the silver hair at his temples would place him in his mid-forties, his body is clearly at the peak of its strength, far from that of a middle-aged man. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sexier sight, and for a moment, I’m struck dumb.

“Spread your legs for me,krasivaya,” he murmurs. “I want to see how wet you are.”

I don’t know that I’ve ever been this excited by the sight of a nearly naked man. And from the impressive bulge in his boxer briefs, I suspect the best is yet to come. But it takes every scrap of my self-confidence to do as he says and open my legs to his hungry gaze.

A hiss of anticipation issues between his teeth as I take a deep breath and slowly let my knees fall open, spreading my thighs.

With impressive speed, Maks is on top of me, his hips coming to rest in the valley of my thighs as his muscle-bound chest grazes lightly across my bra-clad chest. The soft dusting of hair that covers his pecs tickles in the sexiest way.

My breath catches as he leans in to capture my lips once again, and the tangy, almost bitter taste of my excitement on his tongue sends a silent thrill through my body.

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