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I ground against him, needing the distraction from my guilty conscience.
As if he sensed my neediness, he murmured, “Let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you.”
“Please,” I whimpered as a finger traced my nipple, then twisted the straps holding my breasts and ripped them away. The steam caressed my bare torso, the tantalizing sensation only heightening my pleasure.
Ruslan took his warmth with him as he released me to the ground, but I did not protest as he discarded his clothes, throwing them in a heap along with mine. I hooked my thumbs in my pants and slid them down my thighs, facing him as I kicked them off.
Ruslan was like a god with his chiseled physique on full display and his massive dick pointing straight at me. I raked my gaze across every inch of him, appreciating the fine lines of his muscles and swirls of his tattoos. His biceps flexed as he swept a hand across his head, slicking back his hair. He took his time exploring me, and I widened my legs so he could see my glistening center. The growl that rumbled from him when he scented my arousal sent heat straight there, dampening my thighs further.
“You are so fucking exquisite, Izidora,” he purred, taking two steps toward me.
I remained motionless as he circled me, a predator assessing his prey. The darkness in me called to the darkness in him, and I wanted pain with my pleasure. He came to a stop behind me, and a shiver skittered down my spine as he closed the remainingdistance between us. A featherlight touch traced each vertebrae, stopping to circle the mate mark between my shoulder blades. When his fingers found my hips, he dug them in, forcing me to feel his full length pressing against my back.
Fuck, I needed more.
I raised my arms, threading my hands in his hair and yanking his head to my bared shoulder. He nipped there before sucking the skin into his mouth. “Oh,” I gasped out, loving the sting of his teeth.
A hand slid through the moisture coating my skin, smoothing across my low belly until it found the apex of my thighs. I was already throbbing, ready for my mate’s touch. The pad of his finger tapped against it, causing me to arch into him. “More,” I pleaded.
“How much more?” he purred, tracing his nose along the sensitive parts of my neck and blowing his hot words across my ear.
“All of it,” I begged, grinding against his hand.
He tsked, then stepped away. “I’m going to have you nice and slow, Izidora. There is no rush to return to the world beyond these walls. Nothing matters until I’m thoroughly finished fucking you.”
Ruslan’s words, along with the heat in his smoky gray eyes, had my knees weakening. Lifting my hand, he directed me toward the steaming water, guiding me down to sit on the rocky edge of the pool. The stone bit into my ass and thighs, but I didn’t care as he knelt in the water and brought his face to my core.
Low blue lights flickered around us, casting shadows across the walls, but the ones within the water highlighted every muscle on my mate. His shoulders bunched and flexed as he planted the first kiss on my inner thigh, spreading them wide to give himself access to me.
“Your pussy is weeping for me.” Another kiss, this time on the other side. The desire to rub my legs together to relieve the ache there was overwhelming. His thumbs kneaded the tense muscles there, allowing me to open further for him. He didn’t stop as he flicked his tongue over my clit.
“Yes,” I hissed when he sucked it into his mouth.
My head fell back, hair creating a cascade of chestnut that brushed my fingers and the wet ground beneath my palms. The sharp poke of the rock into them only heightened my pleasure as Ruslan worked his tongue over me. Dipping lower, it entered my core, lapping at my wetness like it alone would quench his thirst.
“Ruslan,” I panted, rolling my hips toward his mouth, wanting, needing more.
His massaging fingers crept higher until his thumbs brushed the outer edges of my slit. I moaned, the sound a beg for him to slip one inside me. He obliged, but with only the tip, then flattened his tongue and raked it across my clit. “Fuck!” I swore, sweat forming on my brow as my body heated from the inside out.
He smirked against me, sinking his finger to the second knuckle. “If you want more, take it.”
“Is that a challenge?” I asked, my voice breathy and filled with lust.
“I told you the first time we met that I like it when they fight back. Force your pleasure out of me, mate.” His eyes were molten, and I wasted no time grinding against his hand and mouth, forcing his finger deeper and his scruff brushing against my thighs. I rode his hand like I would ride Mistik, and he growled, adding a finger and spreading me wider.
“You’re still so fucking tight. I have to loosen you up before you can take me.”
“I want you to split me in two. Make me feel alive, Ruslan.”
He curled his fingers against my inner walls, finding that spot that would send me into sweet oblivion. He attacked my clit next, causing me to cry out. I rode his face just as hard as he shoved back into me, and all I could feel was pleasure and pain, the combination intoxicating and sending me careening to the edge. With a scream, I fell apart over his fingers, my walls clenching them and holding them in place as they continued to stroke me.
“That’s it, come for me,” he growled, face still firmly between my thighs.
My chest heaved as he wrung every last drop of pleasure from me, and when I finally came down from the high, he slipped his fingers out and rose, drops of hot spring water mapping the carved muscles of his torso. His cock was painfully erect and beaded at the tip. I reached for him, nearly dragging him forward and lining him with my throbbing center.
A hand wrapped around my throat, forcing me to look up at him. “Two more.”
With a whimper, I nodded against his hand. He crashed his lips against mine, sucking the bottom one into his mouth and sinking his teeth in it. My cry was cut short as he shoved himself in, grunting and groaning as my pussy wrapped around him. Still sensitive from my orgasm, the sensation was almost too much, but all care disappeared when he began to move.
