on his flannel shirt and snuck my hand inside to touch his skin. I traced the outline of the devil tattoo on his chest with my fingernail. I couldn’t see his inky blue face, but I knew he was there. Vladimir’s body tensed from my touch. He whispered my name, chastising my decision to cross the line, but his hand moved to my ass and I knew he didn’t want me to stop. A loud crack of thunder rattled the window. Startled, I jumped.
Vladimir picked me up, carried me to the tiny bed, and lay on top of me. Feeling the weight of his body pressing down on me and the way he was kissing me with so much passion, I felt like the bed might crash through the floor and drop us in the living room.
His beard scratched against my skin, and the deeper his kiss, the rougher it felt—but in a good way. I groaned out his name and snaked my fingers up his shirt, squeezing and rubbing his muscular back. I’d been paralyzed by fear and loneliness since my capture, but right or wrong, I felt safe and loved in Vladimir’s arms.
He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. I met the steely blue eyes of his devil tat on his right pec and admired his ink. I grazed my fingers across the powerful star tats on his shoulders that announced he was a dangerous man to cross, a bounty of religious tattoos, and lines of Russian words engraved on his skin. Vladimir may have been a bad guy in some respects, but the man I loved was forever entangled with the monster that lurked inside him. If I wanted Vladimir, I had to welcome back his demons too.
He slid his hand up my nightgown and ran his finger along the lacy band of my underwear. He curled his finger around the band, stretched it out, and let it go, making it snap against my skin. “These need to go, Carter.”
I murmured in the affirmative. Hearing my name roll off his tongue, laced with that sexy, Russian accent, made it impossible for me to resist his charms.
He pulled off my underwear and stroked me between my legs. I had gotten a bikini wax before my trip, and this little detail did not go unnoticed. Vladimir traced my V with his fingertips and explored my recently manicured sweet spot. I didn’t go Brazilian, but only a small patch of hair remained. He hummed a pleasurable groan in my ear, acknowledging he liked how I cared for my intimate area.
“Your body is amazing.” He slid the spaghetti straps of my nightgown off my shoulder and tugged it down. He cupped my breasts and sucked and swirled his tongue around my nipples.
Pleasure pulsed through my core and my excitement level escalated. I scratched my nails lightly down his back and slipped my hand inside his pants. “Take these off.” I gave him a little pinch on his tight ass. The tiny bed was up against the wall on one side and there wasn’t much room to accommodate both of us. Vladimir rolled off the side of the bed and stripped off his clothes. In the darkened room, I admired his silhouette as he towered over me. Thunder rumbled outside and lightning flashed, illuminating the room and giving me quick glances at his rocking body.
I pulled back the blanket and smoothed my hand across the sheet, inviting him to join me under the covers. Instead, he yanked the blanket off, crawled on top of me, and straddled my hips, eager to ravage my naked body. With the tinny soundtrack of rain pelting the window, he sucked on my neck and trailed kisses down my body all the way to my sweet spot. He hummed and rubbed his chin against my delicate skin and squeezed my ass. I grasped his wavy blond hair and thrust my hips against him as he sucked and swirled his tongue around my clit.
Oh, God. The warmth of his mouth and the affection this powerful man was giving me sent ripples of excitement pulsing through my core. He slid his finger inside me and massaged while he darted his tongue across my zone, lashing me with such a fury my body tensed and I came undone. I moaned his name as my pleasure peaked, much louder than I should have in that
Vladimir picked me up, carried me to the tiny bed, and lay on top of me. Feeling the weight of his body pressing down on me and the way he was kissing me with so much passion, I felt like the bed might crash through the floor and drop us in the living room.
His beard scratched against my skin, and the deeper his kiss, the rougher it felt—but in a good way. I groaned out his name and snaked my fingers up his shirt, squeezing and rubbing his muscular back. I’d been paralyzed by fear and loneliness since my capture, but right or wrong, I felt safe and loved in Vladimir’s arms.
He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. I met the steely blue eyes of his devil tat on his right pec and admired his ink. I grazed my fingers across the powerful star tats on his shoulders that announced he was a dangerous man to cross, a bounty of religious tattoos, and lines of Russian words engraved on his skin. Vladimir may have been a bad guy in some respects, but the man I loved was forever entangled with the monster that lurked inside him. If I wanted Vladimir, I had to welcome back his demons too.
He slid his hand up my nightgown and ran his finger along the lacy band of my underwear. He curled his finger around the band, stretched it out, and let it go, making it snap against my skin. “These need to go, Carter.”
I murmured in the affirmative. Hearing my name roll off his tongue, laced with that sexy, Russian accent, made it impossible for me to resist his charms.
He pulled off my underwear and stroked me between my legs. I had gotten a bikini wax before my trip, and this little detail did not go unnoticed. Vladimir traced my V with his fingertips and explored my recently manicured sweet spot. I didn’t go Brazilian, but only a small patch of hair remained. He hummed a pleasurable groan in my ear, acknowledging he liked how I cared for my intimate area.
“Your body is amazing.” He slid the spaghetti straps of my nightgown off my shoulder and tugged it down. He cupped my breasts and sucked and swirled his tongue around my nipples.
Pleasure pulsed through my core and my excitement level escalated. I scratched my nails lightly down his back and slipped my hand inside his pants. “Take these off.” I gave him a little pinch on his tight ass. The tiny bed was up against the wall on one side and there wasn’t much room to accommodate both of us. Vladimir rolled off the side of the bed and stripped off his clothes. In the darkened room, I admired his silhouette as he towered over me. Thunder rumbled outside and lightning flashed, illuminating the room and giving me quick glances at his rocking body.
I pulled back the blanket and smoothed my hand across the sheet, inviting him to join me under the covers. Instead, he yanked the blanket off, crawled on top of me, and straddled my hips, eager to ravage my naked body. With the tinny soundtrack of rain pelting the window, he sucked on my neck and trailed kisses down my body all the way to my sweet spot. He hummed and rubbed his chin against my delicate skin and squeezed my ass. I grasped his wavy blond hair and thrust my hips against him as he sucked and swirled his tongue around my clit.
Oh, God. The warmth of his mouth and the affection this powerful man was giving me sent ripples of excitement pulsing through my core. He slid his finger inside me and massaged while he darted his tongue across my zone, lashing me with such a fury my body tensed and I came undone. I moaned his name as my pleasure peaked, much louder than I should have in that
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