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The first slow drag of his tongue makes me gasp. He licks me like he has all the time in the world, long, broad strokes from my entrance to my clit, savoring every inch of me.

When he reaches my clit, he sucks it gently into his mouth, tongue flicking in slow, deliberate circles that make my toes curl.

“Oh God…” I moan, fingers threading through his hair.

He growls against me, the vibration sending sparks through my entire body. He licks and sucks, alternating between gentle teasing and firmer pressure, driving me higher and higher.

My hips start moving on their own, grinding against his face as the pleasure builds, deep and intense.

He devours me, tongue fucking into me, then moving back to my clit, sucking harder. I’m crying out, thighs trembling around his head, completely lost in the sensation.

When I come, it’s with a broken moan as pleasure crashes through me. He keeps licking me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I’m shaking and whimpering.

But he doesn’t stop.

He keeps going, slower now, gentler, but still relentless. He brings me to the edge again, then pushes me over with a firm suck on my clit. I come a second time, harder, my thighs clamping around his head as I cry out his name.

By the time he finally pulls back, I’m boneless. Exhausted. My body feels heavy, satisfied, completely spent.

He kisses his way back up my body, slow and tender, until he’s hovering over me. He pulls me into his arms, holding me against his chest. I nestle into him.

As sleep starts to pull me under, I hear him whispering in my ear, soft Russian endearments I don’t fully understand but feel in my soul.

I drift off with a smile on my face.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Milana

I wake up to Kirill nudging me gently, his lips brushing my cheek, my neck, my shoulder.

“Sleepyhead,” he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. “Time to wake up.”

I groan softly, stretching my arms above my head, my body still deliciously sore from last night. “Is it morning already?”

He chuckles, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Your alarm went off five minutes ago.”

I blink, sitting up slowly. “How come I didn’t hear it ring?”

“You did,” he says, amusement clear in his voice. “You angrily turned it off and threw your phone across the room.”

I gasp, looking around. “What? Hope it’s not broken.”

He laughs softly. “It’s not.” He leans in and kisses me again, deeper this time, slow and lingering. When he pulls back, he brushes my hair from my face. “How did you sleep?”

I smile, still a little dazed. “Like a baby.”

He smirks. “I’m glad it was of help.”

I sit up fully and stretch again, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles. “I’ll go take a shower.”

He smacks my ass playfully as I stand up. “Alright.”

After my shower, I start packing my bag for the presentation, nerves bubbling up in my stomach. I’m double-checking my slides, making sure my notes are in order, my outfit laid out perfectly.

The anxiety is starting to creep in, what if I mess up? What if I forget something important?

Kirill walks up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and turning me to face him.