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“It’ll fit enough.” I traced the back of his ribs, then slipped my hands underneath his torso. “Lift for me again.”

I pried the taped edges together, and he pushed up so I could work the tube top beneath his chest. When it was in place, I smoothed the two parts together at the back. I glided my hands over his skin, letting my thumbs tease the warm lines of muscle. The pretty red velvet hugged his body like a secret, fragile thing…but stretched across those rigid muscles, those broad shoulders and that devastating back, it was almost obscene. Soft against hard. Tender against lethal.

My dick throbbed from looking at him, this perfect contradiction of danger dressed like a gift meant to be unwrapped with my teeth. I leaned over him and kissed a slow trail up his spine, following the damp heat of his morning skin.

“You should see yourself,” I whispered against his shoulder blade. “My terrifying pakhan. My beautiful solnyshko. Dressed like a present I get to unwrap inch by inch.”

His fingers flexed uselessly against the ropes, muscles trembling.

“Yuriy…” His voice cracked. “That tongue of yours is going to be my ruin one day.”

I stroked a hand down his side, fingers lingering at the edge where the tiny skirt clung to his hips, barely covering his full ass.

“Don’t think,” I murmured, echoing my earlier promise. “Just feel. And tell me if you want me to stop because it’s too much.”

He swallowed. I heard it more than saw it.

“I don’t want you to stop,” he said quietly. “It terrifies me how much this seems natural with you. That you make me feel…pretty, and I don’t hate it.”

My chest tightened around something warm and dangerous.

“Because you’re beautiful.” I kissed his shoulder, his neck, the place behind his ear that always made him shiver. “Because no one else can compare to you, Stanislav. No one else is worthy of you.”

I slipped my hand under the skirt and cupped him, feeling him already reacting to me, to the clothes, to the vulnerability he only ever gave me. I flipped the skirt up, and Stas rose slightly on his knees.

Fuck, the way he was so eager for it made me throb. Reaching below him, I squeezed him. “You’re already hard. Arch your back for me and show me that beautiful, pink pussy. I want to see if it’s still stretched out from the way you rode my dick last night.”

Stanislav took a deep breath first, like he needed to steady himself, but then he arched, slow and deliberate, presenting himself to me with his wrists bound tight above his head.

The sight knocked the air out of my lungs.

The tiny red velvet skirt lifted high on his hips. The bow still perched above his ass, crooked now, adorable and obscene at the same time. His back curved like a drawn bowstring. His muscles flexed under the soft fabric clinging to him.

He offered himself up to me without a word, without shame, trusting me enough to show me every vulnerable inch.

My chest actually hurt.

“Fuck.” I slid my palm up the back of his thighs and over the gorgeous curve of him. “Lift higher so I can see that pretty clit. Ah, there it is.”

Crawling between his legs on my back, I grasped his cheeks and guided him lower toward my mouth. I wasn’t touching him yet, though. Wasn’t giving him the relief he wanted. He made a broken sound, barely audible, tilting his hips instinctively toward me. His breath hitched, and his stomach rippled with tension.

“Yuriy…” His voice was wrecked. “Please.”

“You have no idea,” I said softly, “how perfect you are like this.”

I pressed a slow kiss to the inside of his thigh, and the muscle jumped under my mouth. Another kiss, higher. Another, lingering longer. He trembled.

Stas let out a raw, helpless sound that shot straight through me.

I tightened my grip on his hips, pulling him down a fraction more to make him feel the promise of my mouth without the contact.

“Yuriy.” He strained against the ropes, “I—I can’t think. Please.”

“Good,” I said, voice low and hungry. “I don’t want you thinking. I want you to feel. Get out of your head, Stanislav. I love how slutty and desperate you are for me in bed. I’d never judge you for it.”

He shuddered. His whole body tightened, like he was fighting the urge to push down and beg. “Yuriy…”

I closed my lips around him and swirled my tongue along his length. He panted, knees trembling on either side of me as he ground his hips, chasing the heat of my mouth like he’d forgotten every other instinct except wanting.