Page 89 of Ruthless Sin

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She arches off the mattress.

The sound that comes out of her throat is bigger than the first. Something between a word and a breath.

My hips press into the mattress. I can’t help it. My cock is so hard it’s painful and the sound she just made nearly undid me.

I hold.

Mine.

I don’t say it out loud.

I move to the other breast.

My mouth. My tongue. My teeth, gently.

Her back bows.

Her hand goes to the back of my head. Her fingers are in my hair. She’s not pushing. She’s holding.

I keep my mouth on her.

I’m trying not to grind against the mattress. I’m failing.

Her voice. Low. Broken.

“Idi nizhe.”Go lower.

I lift my mouth and look at her face.

Fuck. She’s beautiful. Flushed. Her mouth is open. Her eyes are dark.

“Mila.”

“Da. Idi nizhe.”Yes. Go lower.

I move down.

Mouth on her ribs. Each rib slow. Stomach. The small dark line of hair below her navel. Hipbone.

I hook my fingers in the waistband of her pants.

I look up at her face.

“Da ili net.”Yes or no.

She lifts her hips.

I take the pants off, then the underwear.

She’s on the bed in nothing but the chain at her throat.

She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

My cock is throbbing. I have to breathe through the urge to press my hips against her.

I don’t look down her body yet.

I keep my eyes on her face.

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